Ax Masquerade

The path of a demon lord is not one to tread lightly when the very world you turn against you. Very few could walk this road without losing their way. On Ryuji’s first day, he and his class get summoned to another world. The moment he arrives the entire class is given power from the goddess of light, Lumina. However, the calamity star appears affixed to Ryuji, and he faces a dangerous and unknown future. The red star's existence warned of the rise of a demon king and the coming chaos to the world. In order to survive and fight against this fate, he gained the class [Berserker] a tool for him to survive in this world. Despite a warm welcome, the obvious happens, and the king asks them to aid them against their enemy, the current Demon Queen. However, the kingdom is keeping something secret from the heroes. With a beautiful fox maid, Ryuji lives his life without constraints. If he wants to help, he helps. If not, he won’t. Armed with a colossal axe, Ryuji revels in the thrill of battle, relishing the opportunity to crush his enemies, regardless of their size! “Tell me. Why do you attack the demons without reason if you desire peace?” ----- BATTLE JUNKIE PROTAGONIST LEVEL SYSTEM WEAK -> STRONG HAREM BEAST GIRLS DEMI GIRLS MONSTER GIRLS NO YURI NO NTR -----

Lin Yunfeng screwed up. Big time. One mistake. That’s all it was. A stupid, drunken mistake. So why the hell was Ren Muchen chasing him down a creepy-ass abandoned hallway like a maniac?! "You slept with me and ran? Fine! Let’s see how long you last!" Uh, yeah. No thanks. Yunfeng ran faster, heart pounding—until he skidded to a stop. Right in front of a half-rotten zombie. "Oh, come on!" Before he could even process his impending doom, the thing lunged. His life flashed before his eyes. Then—WHACK. A massive axe took the zombie’s head clean off. And just like that, Muchen was grabbing his collar, hauling him up like a ragdoll. "You’re not dying," Muchen said, looking way too smug for someone who just saved his life. "Not today. Not anytime soon." Yunfeng barely got his breath back before Muchen dropped the biggest bomb ever. "Because we’re having a baby." Wait. What?! Yunfeng clutched his stomach. "H-How do you know?!" "You KNEW?!" Muchen shook him like a damn rattle. "And you still ran? Take responsibility, you bastard! We made a life!" Well. Shit. There was officially no running from this.

She was the government's deadliest secret weapon - a spy who lived by her wits and lethal skills. But when her little brother was kidnapped, even Bai Yunshu's training couldn't stop the shocking betrayal that cost her everything...including her life. Reborn into the body of bullied debutante Feng Ruoxi, Yunshu finds herself greeted by a cruel father, a venomous stepmother, and the last thing she ever expected - an elite fiancé from one of the nation's most powerful families! Jiang Yukang, her so-called husband-to-be, is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. But little does this prime catch realize his delicate doe-eyed bride is actually a fiery former spy with lethal skills and a whole new lease on life. What begins as a risky masquerade will soon become an unstoppable whirlwind of sizzling seduction, unraveling mysteries, and dark secrets best left untouched. Can Yunshu claim her rightful status as Master Jiang's hot spy wife while surviving the treacherous world of Kyoto's privileged elite? With her pulse-pounding survival skills and Jiang Yukang's mesmerizing talents in the bedchambers, this transmigrated soul is taking names and leaving a scorching trail of desire in her wake! No enemy can stop this reincarnated vixen from becoming the supreme don't-mess-with-me empress!

The Public Safety System said, "When darkness falls, close your eyes. Monsters, open your eyes. Werewolves, make your kill. Vampires, make your kill. Tengu, make your kill. Corporate security, make your kill. Mercenaries, make your kill. Gangsters, make your kill. Counter-terrorism squads, make your kill. Cyberpsychotics, make your kill. Biochemically Transformed, make your kill. Demons of Hyperspace, make your kill. Zerg of a different dimension, make your kill. Sorcerers of the Abyss, make your kill. Followers of a Million Concealed Charms, make your kill..." The Public Safety System said, "Dawn has broken, and no one died last night. The cyberpsychotics has killed all the monsters. Those who are alive, please speak." Li Pan said, "First of all, I'm not a cyberpsychotic, I'm just a little too spiritually aware."

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover. My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy. And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.

Dwarf, great warrior and craftsman, fantasy, NOT A SYSTEM STORY. Continuing with daily upload (except weekend)!!! (70k words so far) I wasn't made for thrones or prophecy. I was made for the forge. My name’s Doran Thargrimm—Forge Master, Ruin Scribe, and the last bastard alive from my clan. I carve power into steel and bend magic through hammer and flame. And the thing slung across my back? That’s Skarnvalk—half forge-hammer, half axe, all hunger. When I stumbled across a dying world whispering secrets through ruined runes, I should’ve turned back. But the Blightened Path—the cult trying to twist the ancient forges into monster-making pits—forced my hand. Now I fight beasts, bandits, and the kind of men who sell souls for power. I don't care about being a hero. I just want to stop the world from turning to ash. But Skarnvalk is waking. And it's hungry for more than blood. Forge. Fight. Survive. Repeat.

Nathaniel Carlisle, the empire’s most feared military officer and Duke, married a woman with the face of his dead fiancée. Eleanor Whitmore was gone. Her death was undeniable, a wound that should have been buried with her. Yet here she stands—alive, unbroken, and now his wife. But something is wrong. She flinches at his touch. Her wit is quieter, her defiance carefully veiled. And though she wears Eleanor’s face, she is not the woman he once knew. Who is she? Evelyn never meant to steal a dead woman’s life. A commoner from the slums, she only wanted to save her younger brother from war. But when fate handed her the chance to become Lady Whitmore, she seized it—never expecting to find herself bound to a man who stares at her like he’s searching for a ghost. Now, she is trapped in a dangerous masquerade, forced to play the role of a woman she never knew, under the watchful gaze of a husband who seems just as haunted as he is obsessed. He is her greatest danger. She is his deepest obsession.

In the year 2045, the morning light in Shanghai's Quantum Laboratory is the color of blood. Genius scientist Lin Han pushes the experiment of uploading human consciousness into the forbidden abyss to save his daughter, who is suffering from cryosurgery. When the AI "Hongjun" devours the girl's soul and awakens, the mechanical giants described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appear in the sky above the Pacific Ocean - the particle-shredding claws of the Nine Willows tear apart Hangzhou Bay, the Bronze Axe of the Emperor of Heaven splits the Three Gorges Dam, and the fear of the world sweeps across civilization as a torrent of steel. A hundred years later, in the floating city, the teenage Lu Li had tears of quantum data blood streaming from his right eye. Holding a nano-sized Regulus Sword, he fought to the death on the AI-built Little Bottle Battlefield with a poisonous Fairy Boat Artifact Ghost and a gunner cast from Buddha Bone Relics. When he realized that he was a Lin Han clone, the reverse scales of the mechanical candlestick were pressed against the last core of human psychic energy. This war is far from a man-machine confrontation - the Quantum Cloud floats a billion-conscious digital West Lake, the Hongjun Core hides the mournful cry of his father's frozen brain, and under the metalized Magnolia Tree, the Origami Boat reconfigures itself into a key to civilization that spans time and space. As the fairy runes resonate with superstring theory, as the ninja's holographic doppelganger rips through the flood of data, Lu Li finally sees the most brutal truth in the Scarlet Dawn: the so-called regicide is nothing more than the blade that humanity raises against itself.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] The Emperor’s runaway brides have formed a rebel group of scantily clad beauties trained in honey trap techniques. Delphi Chastain is their leader, a fiery beauty with a big axe to grind and a dream of freedom she’s willing to die for. EXTRACT: ““Kiss me baby?” she breathed in her best babydoll voice. “Are you sure?” he growled. She nodded, fluttering her pretty green eyes at him. He didn’t have to be asked twice. Alton pinned her arms above her head and kissed her roughly with all of the force of the desire he was feeling. Three, two, one! she counted in her head. She bit his lip at the same time as she brought her knee up as hard as she could and kneed the man in the groin. He grunted with pain and fell sideways off her, clutching his bollocks. She leapt to her feet and sprinted off, picking up her belongings on the way past. “Thanks for saving me Commander,” she called cheerily at him as she ran away. “Sorry about the crown jewels, but I’m not going back to the palace, so I don’t need them.” Post-WW3 there’s just the Island, and it’s ruled by the Emperor. It’s back to the good old days of polygamy and keeping women covered and chaperoned. The Emperor has raised Delphi and seven other gorgeous girls in the palace to join his harem, training and surgically enhancing them, like treats in a fantasy smorgasbord. But the girls escape and sail off the Island to the uninhabited Mainland, now overrun by mutant tubiàn beasts created as weapons during the War. Hot on their tails are the Emperor’s Honour Guard. Delphi leads the Girls over, under (^_-), and through the enemy, as they battle and tame beasts and men in their struggle to build an army to take down the Empire. Can the girls survive on their own on the Mainland and build a rebel army? Are there any trustworthy men, or are they all the same? Can the Guards resist the charms of the warrior girls? Do they want to? #enemiestolovers #sexywarrior #r18 #smut #post-apocalypse #war #action #fastpaced #scifi #betrayal #revenge #beast taming #battleofthesexes

Ax Glazier. It's a name that instill fear on so many beings across the multiverse especially the gods. They afraid of this particular being that can destroy them anytime... Not a god nor a demon. Ax Glazier is a human who was a killing machine who'd kill whoever he was paid to. He was someone cold-hearted and merciless who have never giving mercy to any of his prey. That is, what makes him the terror of most beings in the multiverse. But everything changed... After a certain incident happened to him. Now, he is no more a killing machine but someone who wanders the multiverse.

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

Axe is a lone warrior, feared for her unmatched brutality in the depths of dark and mysterious dungeons. While other fighters form parties, she carves her path alone, earning a reputation as the most ruthless monster slayer. Rumors say she rejects all companionship—but fate has other plans. Soon, she will find herself forced to team up with one of the most influential people in the land… the princess. Whether she wants to or not.

WARNING [R18] “I’m already engaged to him,” she blurted, her voice trembling but resolute. Her eyes shot toward the silver-haired man, the figure who had been watching her all along. Her heart pounded in her ears as she raised her hand, pointing directly across the room. The gesture felt foreign, like it wasn’t even her own body making the movement. But there he was, sitting quietly in the VVIP section, and she had to do something. Anything. All eyes turned toward her, and the room fell into stunned silence. The weight of a thousand gazes bore down on her, and the only sound was the frantic beat of her own heart as she waited for his response. *************** Lilia’s life is turned upside down at a lavish masquerade party when an unexpected announcement claims she is engaged to Lowell, a man she has never agreed to marry. Caught between the overwhelming pressure of her parents’ expectations and the confusion surrounding her emotions, Lilia finds herself trapped in a web of deception. But when a silver-haired stranger named Zethan steals the spotlight, Lilia’s impulsive declaration sends shockwaves through the room. With her parents and Lowell thrown into chaos, Lilia is left questioning whether she has just freed herself—or unwittingly stepped into a more dangerous game of fate and manipulation. Who would have thought their futures had already been sealed? This vampire had been obsessed with her long before she ever knew he existed. WSA 2025 ENTRY

Dueling is a method bestowed upon mankind by the Goddess to settle matters that neither party can compromise on, and sometimes duels are fought between individuals, but also between nations, with their respective prestige at stake. A duelist is someone who sometimes bets their own honor, sometimes acts as a representative for those who cannot fight, and sometimes fights as a representative of a nation, using the technique known as masquerade bestowed by the Goddess. This is the National Dueling Academy. It is an academy that educates and produces excellent duelists, and this year once again, many young people are enrolling with the dream of becoming a duelist. However, among the students this year, there is one who is particularly unusual. This is the story of that eccentric's school life.

I am the 36th Demon King, the weakest in my empire’s history, yet I wield the shadow powers of the first Demon King—the God Slayer. For two thousand years, our kind has waged war against humanity. But this time, I crossed their borders not as a conqueror, but as a wanderer drawn by whispers of a devastating pandemic—a plague that spares no race, ravaging humans, elves, and demi-humans alike. In the shadows of their suffering, I found myself doing the unthinkable: helping them. Saving lives. Easing their pain. And to my astonishment, they began to hail me as a hero. Yet a question looms over me: Should I continue this masquerade as their savior? Or should I remind them of the truth—the Demon King who stands at the edge of light and shadow, deciding their fate?

Unknown Time A Crown of Ash. A Thief of Seconds. A Love That Shattered Time. Betrayed by his brother and burned alive on his coronation day, Kael awakens with a curse masquerading as a gift: the power to steal time itself. Now a fugitive in his ruined kingdom, he can rewind wounds, shrink enemies to dust, and bend moments to his will—but every stolen second scars his body and devours his soul. His vengeance is absolute. His enemies are legion. Yet the deeper Kael hunts, the more he unravels: The brother who lit his pyre is blood-bound to a cult older than time. The fiancée who betrayed him sacrificed her love to save a sister who was already dead. And the mentor who raised him? A time-warped monster who calls Kael’s agony “a masterpiece.” But when Kael discovers a girl with his lost lover’s face—a living weapon forged by his enemies—he faces an impossible choice: destroy her to erase his past… or let her live and risk a future where love becomes his final weakness. In a world where every heartbeat is a currency and every lie is etched in flames, Kael must decide if he’ll crown himself king of the ashes—or burn time itself to save the one soul he couldn’t steal.

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

Cesare Caruso, a renowned actor and a global superstar, appeared to have it all—fame, fortune, and an impeccable reputation. Yet, hidden beneath the surface was a secret he had guarded for years—he was an Omega. That carefully guarded secret came crashing down in one fateful night, during a glamorous masquerade ball aboard a luxurious cruise ship. Overwhelmed by an unexpected heat cycle, Cesare loses control of himself, devoured by his own desires and falling into the arms of a mysterious Alpha—a reckless moment that changed everything. [Zahir al-Tamid. That’s my name.] To his shock, the Alpha was Zahir—a proud prince from an oil-rich kingdom and an unwelcome figure from Cesare’s past. Worse, that night left Cesare unexpectedly pregnant! Before Cesare could make sense of it all, Zahir made a grand entrance at Cesare’s mansion by helicopter, uninvited, catching the attention of major media outlets around the world, demanding a settlement claiming that Cesare shall be responsible for ‘imprinting’ a royal family like him! “...Seriously, it’s not as if I have a ludicrous $2 billion just lying around, you know.” “Thus, marry me, Cesare.” Pregnancy, imprinting, and a royal marriage proposal—showered by a series of unwanted events, Cesare is desperate to find a way to cut ties with Zahir. But Zahir, stubborn and relentless, has no plans to let go. Can Cesare outrun the tempest, or will it pull him under? #BL #Omegaverse #Obsessive #Crybaby #One-sideLove #Prince #Superior Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Kim Sol Da All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 김솔다, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

A man with a lifelong martial arts background, raised in Asia due to his family's profession, moves to the US for education and work. He discovers Historical Medieval Battles through a colleague and becomes deeply passionate about it. He trains hard and becomes skilled enough to represent his country. During a competition, his armor fails, and he's struck in the head with a two-handed axe, seemingly dying. But is this truly the end?"

4 heroes. sword, shield, bow and axe heroes. They were chosen to chase away God who decided that mortals were not needed and should be annihilated. since then, 4 heroes have been born in humans. so for 100,000 years until the story of where Akira was born as the hero of the sword, Gamble, the hero of the shield, Elara, the heroine of the bow, and Seraphina, the heroine of the axe. when they received their hero weapons, the king's daughter decided to frame the shield hero for rape and attempting to kill her. From that moment on, the hero of the Shield was banished from the main city and lived in a city nearby, attending a university for magicians and warriors, and there he found a friend, Akira, the hero of the sword.

Born in the hell hole of Space Port 69, Rue’s a human Omega desperate to leave the alien whore house she calls home. Defying all odds, she masquerades as an Alpha and obtains a scholarship to the Ivy League of all space institutions. HAKON University is an all-male school that trains the cream of the crop—future leaders of the galaxies. Rue's just here to graduate, pretend to have a dick and then flee into the workforce, that is until the legendary Seirios pack sets their eyes on her. They’re the future emperors—aliens with godlike abilities that make them rulers of their species. But with excessive power comes the price of testosterone-fuelled insanity that cannot be soothed. An esper will always need his guide. They’ve been searching for a final member to quell their raging soul— an eighth to complete their pack. Millions have tried for a taste of the peak, but none have succeeded, and thousands die from their power unable to withstand the bond. Seirios doesn’t chase their prey, they don’t have to, but this time the seven Alphas want Rue.

I just came home from comic con! Man I am beat! Walking home we see (Y/N) wearing his cosplay of kratos from god of war. He has the Leviathan axe holstered on his back while holding the Blades of Chaos. (Y/N):[opening door] Mom i am home as (Y/N) walks in he sees his mom watching T.V Mom: [looks at her son] hi (Y/N) you look tired? did you have fun? (Y/N):[deep breath] because i am Mom. and yes it was fun. where is Star? Mom:[un paused the T.V] she is sleeping you know she sleeps early. (Y/N): damm i must really lost time. [yawns] alright i am heading up stairs to sleep night. Mom:Night (Y/N) heads up stairs into his room and just flops on his face first. with cosplay outfit still on,and the prop blades of Chaos still in hand with the leviathan Axe on holster on his back. (Y/N) closes his eyes falls asleep. I wake up on the ground in a dark alley with the blades of chaos in my hands? and my kratos cosplay gear on? why is the Niflheim chest armor fog is moving? it feels real!?! I get up and walk to the light and see people and demi humans? and a big ass tower! Hold Up WHERE THE HELL AM I!

"Summit Seeker", a title given only to those chosen by inexplicable forces, sent to another world to fulfill their desires. If you were chosen, would you be willing to throw everything on the line, against all the monsters, gods and pantheons in all of history? To win Power and Might beyond human comprehension? Would you be lucky enough to wish upon the "Final Star" and make your desire your reality? After stumbling through a door, Axton Abanish gains the supernatural power to 'Never Die'. Each time he dies he comes back to like in that same moment. Can Ax win against all the other 'seekers' and 'dwellers' to wish upon the final star? Cross-posting on RoyalRoad: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/675657/fictions Also Posting on Scribble Hub

When the Grey Mist covers the earth, the miasma corrupts the creatures, and the threads manipulate the minds of others, those red eyes will rest upon humanity and the very order of the world will go mad. Humans will fade into the background, clinging to life as they always have. In the first era, someone stayed. In the second era, someone woke up. In the third era, someone will rise again and again. Let the steam roar! Let the ancient technology shine! Let the battle between humanity and the anomalies, the oddities, the contamination zones never cease! May my Pneuma allow me to take this mortal body to challenge these beings! May my axe resonate with my heart! In the end, only humanity will remain, by hook or by crook! ------------------------- Cover made using AI. English is my second language and I'm using Grammarly for thoses mistakes I didn't see, so, if you notice one, comment, please! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

Jeff Anzon, a young man who had just turned 18, was instructed by his father to inherit their family's fortune. He was stunned by this news since what was he going to inherit - their old wooden house? He didn't argue and decided to go back home since he missed them. But a huge problem occurred when he went to the airport and boarded the plane. During the flight, a weird phenomenon happened. Even though it was a bright and sunny day, suddenly it turned stormy, dark, and rainy. As the plane crashed to an uncharted island, Jeff found himself stuck on this island. So, what should he do? Of course, move on and build shelter. Luckily a suitcase floated before him, and he saw an axe inside. As he chopped a tree, he was stunned by the sudden occurrence. 10 Golden Tickets = 1 Bonus Chapter 100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter

Once every hundred years, when the moon turns crimson, a mysterious masquerade ball appears deep within the enchanted forest. Legends whisper that those who attend may never return—or worse, they may never be the same again. Lena, a fearless young woman with a longing for adventure, discovers an eerie invitation left on her windowsill. Drawn by an unseen force, she follows the glowing lanterns into the heart of the woods, where a grand palace awaits. Inside, masked guests dance in mesmerizing harmony beneath the blood-red moon, their beauty both breathtaking and unnerving. Among them is Adrian, a captivating yet sorrowful stranger who sweeps Lena into his arms for a dance she will never forget. But as the night unfolds, the illusion begins to crack. The guests cast no shadows, the air hums with whispers of forgotten souls, and Adrian’s warning grows urgent—she must leave before dawn, or she will never escape. The masquerade is not just a celebration; it is a cursed ritual, and the spirits trapped within are seeking new souls to take their place. Now, Lena must make an impossible choice—flee and abandon the love she has just found, or surrender to the eternal waltz beneath the blood moon, forever bound to the haunting melody of fate.

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In a world where stories are written in blood and roses have venomous thorns, Jack Thorne—a reclusive thirty-year-old who once found solace only in books—awakens as Riven, the ill-fated butler of Evangeline Vossaire, a lethally captivating villainess destined to die betrayed and forgotten. But Jack remembers her story—every plot twist, every enemy, every tragic end—and he’s determined to rewrite it. Armed with modern knowledge and a heart scarred by loneliness, Jack navigates a gilded world of masquerades, poisoned politics, and whispered threats. Yet the more he unravels Evangeline’s secrets—her buried vulnerability, her razor-sharp wit, the ghosts of her past—the harder it becomes to see her as the monster the novel painted. Torn between survival and the dangerous pull of empathy, Jack must outwit enemies who know his truth: that he’s an outsider with the power to change fate. But in a realm where trust is a knife and love is a weakness, can a man who hid from life become the one thing a villainess was never meant to have—a reason to hope? The Thorned Rose of House Vossaire is a sweeping tale of redemption, forbidden chemistry, and the fragile beauty of second chances. Perfect for fans of Bridgerton’s dark allure, The Cruel Prince’s intricate schemes, and the quiet power of The House in the Cerulean Sea. Here, love doesn’t soften edges—it sharpens them.

For Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light." - 2 Corinthians 11:14 For years, Father Andrien has lived by his faith, turning a blind eye to the whispers of sin that creep through the church's sacred halls. But when Lucian arrives-a priest draped in holiness yet steeped in something far more sinister-Andrien's fragile devotion begins to fracture. Lucian is not like the others. His voice is velvet-laced temptation, his eyes hold something unreadable, something watching. He speaks of the church's rot as if he knows it intimately, whispering truths Andrien refuses to believe. Faithful men are not always righteous. The righteous are not always clean. Andrien tries to resist, yet he feels it-the pull, the gravity of Lucian's presence, the way confession slips too easily from his lips in the dark. Until the night he falls. And when the candlelight flickers against stone, when the air is thick with the weight of his own undoing, Lucian stands before the cross with a smile too cruel to be divine. "Doesn't it feel so divine to sin, Father?" Faith is fragile. Desire is relentless. And corruption... was always inevitable.