Nobara Squeaky Hammer

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

TRIGGER WARNING! This is a dark romance novel, which might contain some unsettling themes rated 18+. It is everything dark and forbidden. Please, be guided. *** No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth… He would always find me. Knock. Knock. I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest. Just as I was saying... He had already found me. But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist. I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate. *** Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they used to live. But all her hopes and expectations were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men. Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve. All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Kyle broke free. Sadly, punching the leader of a gang of thugs had consequences, and the leader's cronies would beat Kyle to death. But so what?! He didn't regret punching this guy even once! However, a powerful Magic Lady saved Kyle and then did something strange. She offered him a job. Apparently, he would have to go to a different world, a brutal realm where strength was the only law, and become its Overseer. A world where one person could fight thousands of people. A world where gigantic beasts broke mountains. And Kyle? He was just some random guy. He couldn't break mountains. Hell, he could barely fight a single guy, but what was he supposed to do? Reject the offer and get killed? Whether he liked it or not, he had to grow stronger, and while the beginning was tough, he actually found something he really enjoyed. His gigantic hammer. It was exhilarating when beasts exploded into chunks of flesh whenever he struck them. He loved turning boulders into rubble. And soon, he would be known by the entire world. With his hammer in hand, Kyle would forge a path of destruction through beast hordes, arrogant nobles, and ancient gods who dare stand in his way. -- Hammer starts at chapter 36 2 chapters every day. Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/EfePH46Aru

Due to the sudden opening of dimensional gates, massive earthquakes tore through the Earth. A deep, unearthly sound cracked across the sky — as if the world itself had been struck by a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered, “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open and the Dimensional gate from… Monsters are pouring out as they are tearing apart humans — Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving for the bunkers.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway. The ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second, In the world unlike Earth, Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror. He got reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thank you !.

Hey, lovely readers Welcome to The soundtrack of us, a story that’s been quietly growing in my heart for a while now. It’s about two souls who meet in the most unexpected way—a world-famous singer drowning in noise, and a quiet girl from a quiet town who doesn’t want anything from him… This isn’t your squeaky-clean fangirl fantasy. Oh no. This is a slow, lingering burn. A connection so raw, it slips under your skin before you know it. Their messages? Feel like confessions. Their silence? Feels like tension. Their friendship? Let’s just say it’s not going to stay just that for long. So buckle up, hold your breath, and don’t blame me if you start smiling at your phone like a fool Let me know how deep the butterflies hit - Vera Roy

The night before the imperial exam, 15-year-old scholar Jun Wu watches his entire family slaughtered by the Fierce Tiger Gang. Left bleeding with a deep sword wound, he waits to die—until a villager finds and saves him. But what’s left of Jun Wu isn’t a helpless scholar. He wants revenge. The kind that could drown the whole village in blood. When he picks up a hammer for the first time, everything changes. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ┃ Congratulations! You’ve been chosen. ┃ You’ve awakened your Innate Weapon. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ┃ Innate Weapon: Hammer ┃ Level: 0 ( 0 / 100 EXP ) ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ With every beast he slays, every swing he takes, Jun Wu grows stronger. But vengeance isn’t simple. The deeper he digs into the truth behind the massacre, the darker it becomes. He made up his mind. He will avenge his family. Even if it breaks the world. **** Other name: Hammer of Vengeance.

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

Kasela Winneys, a sixteen years old beautiful and innocent girl gets enrolls into a prestigious school which unknown to her is a school full of vampires. There she re-encounters Regalus Rogers, a cold handsome and aloof guy who is tasked with protecting her, and unwillingly he protects her from the predators trying to prey on the Junior and younger human students in the school. She also becomes entangled with Jason Sanders an overworldly handsome, friendly and renown actor who saves her from a deadly fall. He is also Regalus rival who becomes bent on having her. (Sneak Peek into a chapter) "Little Rose, do you know what's my favorite scent?", he asked and she shooked her head, her heart hammering in her chest as he stepped closer "it's the rose scent" he said and caressed her cheek and he leaned down to sniff her neck and also whisper to her "I don't like my scent getting tainted by another and if I perceive my little rose with his scent again I will make sure to wash her body squeaky clean" he declared and she shivered as he blew warm air on her cheeks. Kasela is eventually caught between the two guys who will go to any length to claim her. Will her life turn out for the worst? Or the best? Who do you think she will end up with? Find out in this intriguing and interesting book. This story development is very slow (and a slow burn romance). The cover image for this novel is not mine. I just edited it. All credit goes to the artist that draws it. This work is fictional and all the characters and places are fictional.

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

In order to be normal like everyone else. I have to ignore the things that others can not see. I have to pretend to be my age. Once I am done what I have to, I have other better things to be doing with my existence away from here. I don't need to stand being bullied by the one thing I cherished more then my own soul. I don't have to accept the downward glares even those I love give me. They don't know what I had to do to be where I am.

In 1722, Kane Roder was one of the fiercest exorcists of the ancient secret sect, The Order of Maccabi—a militant brotherhood sworn to hammer evil back into the shadows. During a ritual to banish a multidimensional time demon called Tar-shish, Kane is ambushed by the drastic change of events, and the exorcism goes catastrophically wrong. Instead of banishing the demon, Kane became cursed: "You shall drift through the hours of history, a slave bound by time. Every sun's cycle, reap twelve cursed souls, or be damned." Now trapped in a 24-hour time loop that hurls him into a different year within each cycle—sometimes the past, sometimes the future—Kane must battle 12 demonic entities every single day. If he fails, his soul is dragged to the Realm of Avoidance, a dimension of eternal stillness, where defaulters and cursed entities go to be forgotten. Alongside his sacred hammer, Zigor, and scrolls of dark art & the Scale Of Penance, Kane journeys through wars, dystopias, golden eras, and apocalyptic futures. With each exorcism, he uncovers pieces of a deeper truth: the curse is not just a punishment...it is a trial crafted by ancient forces drilling for control of time itself.

Once something is created its limits are set. like how durable hammer could be before it breaks after such a long time. But what if the hammer had no such limitations? Would that not be by itself a miracle? But if such a thing could be created what would that make its creator? An omnipotent being? a God? Or perhaps a Saint of Miracles who wields a Hammer to create something that couldn’t be created?

I rage-quit my job as a high-end programmer and poured my soul into one thing: crafting the legendary in-game weapon that could unlock the elusive Godforger class, a class no player had ever obtained. Insane? Maybe. Worth it? Hell yes. After thousands of hours and mental breakdowns, I finally did it. [CONGRATULATIONS] —YOU HAVE INHERITED THE WILL OF THE GOD OF WAR, STEEL… AND LUST. Wait. Lust? Before I could scream WTF, I was sucked into a world of god-tier weapons, glittering gold… and skeletons of past failures. A new trial appeared: [FORGE A DIVINE HAMMER AND AWAKEN YOUR HAREM — THROUGH LUST.] [TRIAL ENDS WHEN YOUR BONES TURN TO DUST.] [FAILURE: AGONIZING DEATH.] [WOMEN TO FORGE: ∞] Now I’m trapped in a fantasy world where my only way to survive… is to seduce powerful women, forge legendary weapons from their essence, and rise as the Blacksmith God of an endless harem. Time to bang on the anvil like literally. Let the forging begin.

“They call him a demon. He’ll become something worse. Kaito Bloodcrest was born with crimson eyes—and a curse even the gods fear. Heir to a house that once drowned kingdoms in blood, hunted by nobles, worshipped by commoners, and exiled by his own family… Kaito is sent away not to live, but to survive. But survival is not enough. As empires stir and ancient monsters wake, Kaito must carve his own path through: The molten heart of the Dwarf Kingdom, where politics are forged in fire and broken with hammers The war-torn steppes of the Beastkin Clans, where children learn to kill before they can speak The honeyed lies of the Fairy Courts, where every favor costs more than a soul can bear And when the Blood Moon rises again— So will he. This is no hero’s journey. This is the first scream of a coming storm.

After five years in the city chasing a career that slowly burned her out, Mira Ellis returns to her quiet hometown with nothing but exhaustion, memories, and the echo of her father’s legacy. She tells herself it’s temporary—a pause, not a full stop. But the town she left has shifted in small, meaningful ways. Her childhood home feels both familiar and foreign. Her best friend, Zuri, is still a hurricane of warmth. And then there’s Darian Carter—the quiet carpenter whose voice carries through the town meeting like a hammer to the heart. They weren’t close back then, and they don’t exactly start off on the right foot now. His words sting. Hers cut back. But as the tension between them simmers, something else stirs beneath it—something deeper, something that neither of them are quite ready for. As Mira begins to uncover what she’s really running from—grief, pressure, and the ghost of a dream—she must ask herself a question that terrifies her more than failure ever did: What if coming home isn’t about a place at all?

A man reincarnates as a mikaelson after dying...

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The rhythmic clang of hammer on steel echoed through the dim workshop, a symphony of fire and metal that had been Elias Thorn's lullaby for over a decade. Knowledge, sudden and complete, bloomed in his mind like ink dropped in water. Not words exactly, but understanding that bypassed language entirely and settled into his bones with the certainty of muscle memory. Rule Integrated: Bone Breaker. Effect: Target bone structure compromised on contact. Authority: Elias Thorn. Duration: Permanent. "No," he said aloud, his voice in the tool-cluttered space. "No, that's not... that's not how things work."

In a future where all pornography is banned and self-pleasure is a crime, one young man must master the ancient, forbidden martial art of Gooning to avenge his father… one stroke at a time. Ben Dover never asked for this life. He was just a kid trying to survive in a repressed society ruled by the iron grip of the Purity Act—a global initiative that erased all erotic media and punished pleasure with prison or death. But when his father, a secret archivist of lost smut, is murdered by the shadowy martial sect known as the High Goon Council, Ben discovers a hidden world beneath society’s squeaky-clean surface. A world of underground tape traders, cultivators of carnal energy, and monks who edge for enlightenment. With the help of his disgraced grandfather—a retired Gooner master—Ben begins training in the ancient art of shame-fueled martial arts, where power is built through discipline, edging, and denial. But during a high-risk meditative ritual, Ben unlocks the mythical Infinite Edging Technique, granting him the ability to hold back for eternity... and double his power with every moment of restraint. Now, with a roll of tissues in one hand and vengeance in his heart, Ben must rise through the ranks of the Gooner Cultivation World, face off against chastity zealots and lust-obsessed warlords, and uncover the secrets of his father’s death—before the final climax of war erupts across the world. This is not a parody. This is not a joke. This is Gooning. Taken seriously.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Ria chanted under her breath as she sprinted across the street. Mrs. Clara's house was only minutes away-if only she could move faster. Her heart drummed a frantic rhythm, and her throat was parched, desperate for water. Yet, she didn't stop. She couldn't-not even if she tried. Her face bore the marks of dried tears, intermingled with the powder her mother had dusted on her cheeks that morning. Mother! The word reverberated in her ears, triggering a cascade of fresh tears. At last, the old brown door of Mrs. Clara's house came into view. Summoning a burst of energy, her muscles cried out for rest, and her heart felt like it was on the verge of leaping out of her chest. Ria hammered on the door with all her might. It swung open with a gentle creak, revealing an elderly woman garbed in a white uniform, a nurse's cap sitting atop her head. The woman's eyes widened in confusion as she gazed upon the weary girl before her, extending her arms to steady the trembling figure. Ria's feet were bare, bloodied from her desperate journey, her face a mosaic of sorrow etched by tears. For a moment, Mrs. Clara stood frozen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Then, as Ria's choked gasps filled the silence, instinct took over. The seasoned nurse sprang into action, her years of experience guiding her swift response. She hurried to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water, which she pressed into Ria's hands. Ria downed the water in one large gulp, to the older woman's amazement, and at last, her voice returned. Clutching Mrs. Clara's hand tightly, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "My mother, you have to help my mother."

Rhian Locke only wanted strength. To face the monster that slaughtered his parents while he watched, helpless. "I never asked to be your savior. So why should I care?" All he hoped for was to reach a decent rank, hunt that beast down, maybe become a monster hunter, and retire in peace. "I’m not a slave to the gods. I don’t exist to do their bidding." But the world had made its decision long before he was born. "Patterns are meant to be broken." --- --- “Boy, I’ve bathed in the blood of your kind. I’ve crushed those stronger than you.” Lightning cracked across the sky. A hammer flew to the hand of a god. “I won’t let a deceiver’s spawn and a whore’s bastard son, stand before me and declare my end.” Rhian stepped forward, blood trailing from his mouth, eyes locked. “I’m not here to declare your end,” he said coldly. “I’m here to fulfill it.” .... NOTE: this story contains mythology, romance, mainly action and a well planned story line. ●Battle maniac ●1 female lead ●the story picks up after a few chaps, from there I guess you could say the pace will move fast. ●epic fight scenes against unique enemies

1 capítulo por dia, de segunda a sexta, dividido em 3 parte (cada parte entre 600 a 1.000 palavras). ----------------- Em um mundo mágico e com elementos modernos adaptados à magia, Klaus Erich von Hammer é o jovem herdeiro de uma família nobre decadente. Armado com sua inseparável marreta de combate e uma mente estratégica, Klaus busca restaurar a honra de seu clã enquanto enfrenta desafios em uma prestigiosa academia militar e mágica. Ao seu lado está Lisette von Stragberg, uma espadachim mágica de potencial quase lendário. Juntos, eles desbravam um reino repleto de dungeons, portais mágicos e monstros, onde a densidade mágica determina a força dos territórios. As Crônicas narram não apenas as batalhas, mas também as alianças, traições e crescimentos pessoais, enquanto os personagens se aproximam de uma ameaça ancestral que ainda assombra o mundo. Em meio a intrigas políticas e batalhas épicas, os laços de amizade, fé e lealdade serão testados, moldando o destino de Klaus, de sua irmã prodígio Greta, e de toda a linhagem von Hammer.

Master Craft Book 1: Hammer and Nail Mike Reeves, a tough-as-nails construction foreman, is ripped from his world through a strange vortex, landing in a dangerous fantasy realm where survival hinges on a mysterious, game-like system he can't understand. With only his hammer and building know-how, Mike carves out a foothold in a land teeming with deadly creatures and hidden secrets. As he uncovers the ancient Crafter’s Haven and its powerful crafting legacy, Mike’s skills are pushed to the limit in a high-stakes quest to face a terrifying predator. Hammer and Nail is a gripping isekai tale of grit, ingenuity, and the fight to forge a place in an unforgiving world.

Engineer Lin Tianyu transmigrated to the Great Liang Dynasty and was reduced to a corvée laborer building the deadly dam. Using a bamboo pole to calculate the risk of dam failure, he leveraged geometry to set the gears of fate in motion. From improving looms and coking ovens to casting flintlock muskets, he transformed equations into power—crushing the monopoly of the powerful, taking charge of the royal workshop, and even using the salt production method as bait to lure and kill the Empress Dowager's partisans in the court. When the Di Rong iron cavalry breached the border, he drove a torrent of steel north to defend the emperor: water-powered forging hammers cast cannons that tore through cavalry, and standardized parts were assembled into mobile fortresses on the front lines. After being granted land and enfeoffment, the roar of the steam engine echoed through the new capital, and railways stretched like blood vessels towards enemy countries. The old nobles regarded him as the "Iron-Casting Sorcerer," but impoverished scholars followed him to establish schools of natural philosophy, engraving gunpowder recipes into the textbooks of schoolchildren. And the emperor on the dragon throne, who bestowed the marriage, never imagined that the gunner's quadrant personally calibrated by the orphaned girl Su Yingxue would ultimately measure the weight of the Nine Tripod Cauldrons. This industrial revolution, using carbon as its pen and the metallurgical furnace as its inkstone, is forging Great Liang into a giant cauldron spewing steam—and the one who controls the furnace will eventually hear the echo of steel striking the yellow bell.

Five hundred lifetimes. Five hundred deaths. Each one a hammer blow against her soul, leaving her hollow, a ghost in a body that knew only suffering. Eternal recurrence was her sentence—unending torment, a cosmic joke played on the desperate hope for rest. The world's cruelty? It was her inescapable prison.

Zhyako N’duka, a scarred teen from Nigeria’s forgotten Migili tribe, awakens an ancient ancestral system after his blood touches a sacred shrine. Thrust into Zhatau-Etsozhi—a shattered divine realm—he becomes the Egburu-Kwé (Oathbreaker King), destined to dismantle global pantheons and reclaim his people’s stolen myths. Greek lightning? Norse hammers? Japanese suns? All will kneel to Migili oaths. But power demands sacrifice: every god he defeats erases a piece of his past. To save reality, Zhyako must rewrite divinity itself—even if it costs him his name, his memories, and the grandmother who raised him.

This novel was written as a fun side-project, with parts reviewed and written by AI. Updates may vary based on my availability and inspiration. The world is inundated with spirits of many kinds, of different nature, and attitude. Through deeds, one might find themselves given blessings by the spirits. Conversely, they might be cursed by the spirits. Take an example, a blacksmith. Over time, he finds his sword sharper, and his hammers capable of flattening iron rapidly with a single blow. He finds his sword stronger, more flexible, and can create more than what is naturally possible with the materials at hand. In a world with elves, and Orcs, a child is caged. Her unusual origins invite changes and intrigues among the souls surrounding. She, along with prophet of Mysticism, navigate her mysterious soul characteristics, and how her origin is linked to the new era of Mysticism

The old world finally ushered in the untimely annihilation, the new era quietly began. The ancient gods revived, the fog filled the air, and demons walked the earth. People languish in this apocalyptic catastrophe, shrouded by the shadow in the infinite darkness... The bell of the asylum rings, summoning its new lord... George, after suddenly waking up, found himself in a dilapidated castle, and he was actually able to see the notes on the items. [A rusty nail hammer] "The last half of the black bread has been eaten, if I can't find food today, I'll have to go into that mist...