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The Last Betrayal Elias was nothing more than a desperate man looking for a way out of poverty. When a reckless decision to rob a casino owned by the infamous Black Sun Syndicate goes horribly wrong, he is thrust into a world of crime, violence, and power beyond his imagination. Given a brutal ultimatum by the mafia’s ruthless leader, Dominic Graves, Elias is forced to become a pawn in their deadly game—or die. As Elias descends deeper into the underworld, his once-innocent soul becomes stained with blood. What begins as a struggle for survival soon ignites an insatiable hunger for power. Robbery turns to murder. Betrayal becomes second nature. With every crime, Elias sheds the weak man he once was, rising through the ranks of the criminal empire. But ambition is a double-edged sword, and in the world of the mafia, loyalty is a myth. When his growing greed drives him to challenge even the untouchable Dominic Graves, Elias sparks a war—one that pits him against rival syndicates, corrupt officials, and the very government that seeks to eradicate him. But in a world built on deception and brutality, is there ever a true victor? As his enemies close in and his past sins return to haunt him, Elias must confront the ultimate question: Will he die as a king or fall as another forgotten pawn in the empire of shadows? A dark, thrilling journey into the depths of crime, Empire of Shadows explores the cost of power, the corruption of the soul, and the inevitable downfall of those who dare to claim the throne of the underworld.

When San Francisco socialite Evelyn Hawthorne's wedding dress was stained with gasoline and blood on the eve of her engagement party, a woman with burns crawled out of an abandoned church in the slums of Chicago. Five years later, behind the scenes of a fashion show on Fifth Avenue in New York, emerging designer Lilith pierced her fingertips with a sewing needle and smeared blood on the waistband of a wedding dress named "Bloody Bride" - at this moment, her new sponsor Nathaniel Blackwood was kissing psychiatrist Isabella Voss in the VIP room, and the tulip birthmark on the doctor's neck perfectly matched the tulip earrings left at the arson scene.

Isabella Martini, all she ever wanted was to find her mate and live a peaceful life with him. But all of that comes spirally down when she is accused of killing her sister. Despite being the daughter of the Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, no one believed her, not even her Alpha, Alpha Gael Romano. To make amends for the crime she did not commit, she agrees to marry Alpha Romano. But that does not go as planned, and when she realizes that he plans to kill her, that is her final straw. Now a broken soul, she wanders into the rogue territory, trying to build her life again. Arlo Bianchi, Alpha of the Black Knight Pack. He has been whispered as Death for the numerous deaths that stain his hands. Everyone is afraid of the monster he has become, but what would happen when Isabella stumbles upon his land? Will he kill her on sight, or will she be the key to his cold heart? Find out more in this book.

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

The cold air cut through the night as she stood frozen, watching the blade pierce his chest. His blood spilled like dark ink, staining the ground beneath them. He coughed, droplets of crimson splattering on his lips, but his gaze never wavered from hers. His eyes, filled with love, pain, and acceptance, were harder to bear than the sight of his blood. “Why are you doing this? Was my love not enough?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. The agony in his voice twisted something deep inside her. The woman in front of him held the blade with a steady hand. Her face was calm, her expression unreadable. “Your biggest mistake was meeting me.” Her voice was soft, almost a caress, but the words sliced through him like the blade in her hand. “Now, you have to pay the price.”

As one of GHOST FLEET's most formidable agents, ERIKA had spent her life honing her skills for a single purpose: vengeance. The monsters who tore her world apart, stripping her of family, pride, and dignity, had no idea she was coming for them. Armed with unyielding resolve, she believed she was ready to unleash hell. But vengeance is rarely simple, and the truth has a way of cutting deeper than any blade. The man she had silently loved, long before she even understood the depth of her feelings, stood revealed as her enemy’s most trusted ally. The love she once deemed unshakable was nothing more than a cruel illusion, a game in which she was but a pawn. Betrayed and broken, she did the unthinkable. Without a moment's hesitation, she leveled her gun at the one who once held her heart. Yet what Erika didn’t know was that, to him, she was not a pawn but the very center of his world. She was the dream he had dared to pray for, the light he craved in a life of shadows. And for her, he would set the entire world aflame—even if it meant turning it against himself. She was a phoenix, rising unbroken from the ashes of her past. He was the storm, destined to burn beneath her radiance. In a tale woven with betrayal and regret, friendship and greed, the unrelenting pursuit of power, and mysteries buried deep, one truth remained: Even in the face of hatred, even when stained with blood and vengeance, love does not die. It endures. It transforms. And it consumes.

Katerina Belova, a Senior Enforcement Officer of the Multiversal Compliance Division, has one mission: keep realities intact. But when villains threaten to destroy entire universes without the right forms in order, she’s not here for epic battles or grand speeches—she’s here to issue fines (and the occasional arrests). Armed with a notebook, an unimpressed attitude, and a knack for paperwork, Katerina tackles cosmic chaos one villain at a time, all while dealing with paperwork, cosmic energy storms, and way too much bureaucracy. Saving the multiverse has never been so... paperwork-heavy.

The Curse of the Midnight Rose By Pianistfrea In a world shrouded in darkness and secrets, a cursed rose blooms only under the midnight moon—its petals stained with the blood of an ancient betrayal. Bound to this sinister flower is Ravenna, a girl marked by fate and haunted by memories that aren't her own. Raised by a woman who was never her real mother, Ravenna’s life has been a web of lies, woven to hide the truth about her tragic origins and the curse that runs through her veins. When she crosses paths with Damien, a mysterious figure whose past is as shadowed as her own, their fates intertwine. He holds the key to unraveling the curse, but helping her might cost him everything. Together, they must navigate a world divided by power, greed, and supernatural forces—where trust is fragile, and love is forbidden. As Ravenna unearths dark truths about her family, the curse, and the midnight rose, she faces a harrowing choice: embrace the darkness within her or fight against it, even if it means losing the only people she’s ever cared about. In a tale of betrayal, forbidden love, and the fight for freedom, The Curse of the Midnight Rose will leave you questioning where the true monsters lie—in the shadows, or within ourselves.

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her. Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away. Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off." While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything." The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?" The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?" The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister." A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law." The influential figures were confused. When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back. The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress." Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

In a world once ruled by elemental forces and primal creatures, the balance of power has long been shattered. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans—each race has carved its own legacy, but none remain untouched by the tides of war and betrayal. Once, these factions waged battles that scorched the land and stained history with blood. Now, the war has faded into myth, and fragile peace clings to existence like a dying ember. But peace was never meant to last. A kingdom watches with unease as old wounds fester beneath the surface, as forbidden ties between predator and prey threaten to upend everything. Whispers of rebellion stir in the streets, ancient forces awaken in the shadows, and a forgotten prophecy looms on the horizon. Amidst this brewing storm, a child is born—a being who is the product of two worlds, a hybrid of Vampire and Human, a symbol of opposing forces intertwined. His existence alone is enough to ignite fury, to challenge the natural order, and to become the spark that could either unite the fractured lands or set them ablaze once more. Secrets buried deep in history will rise. Loyalties will be tested. And in the end, only one truth remains: Power is the only law, and those without it will be devoured. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When the sins of old return to claim their debt? This is not a fairy tale. This is the truth they wanted forgotten. Welcome to The Secrets of Chiaroscuro.

There’s this super-famous game series called First Fantasy—people usually call it FF. It’s a massive franchise, loved by everyone from casual gamers to hardcore fans. They made an anime version of FF, but it’s often called the biggest flop in the entire series. Why? Because the main characters never catch a break, and the story is full of gloomy, depressing twists. Most people hated it, saying it’s the darkest stain on FF’s record. Some fans even refused to admit it was part of the series! The official title of the anime is First Story, but in a joking way, people started calling it FS to make it sound separate from actual FF. In this infamous anime, there’s a villain named Arc Noyadarma. His name sounds all grand and evil, but he’s basically just a throwaway bad guy. His final scene is so brutal that viewers don’t feel satisfaction—only trauma. Now, our protagonist has been reborn into this poor guy’s body… even though he knows nothing about FS! “A count? Isn’t that, like, easy mode for life? I’ll do whatever I want and be a corrupt noble!” That’s how he decides to take advantage of his new noble status for personal gain. But somehow, he keeps saving the people around him—and ends up wrecking all the depressing storylines of the original FS without even trying.

He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance. However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness. "Do you love me?" he asked coldly. "You're crazy!" she rolled her eyes in disdain. In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control. But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan. Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor: "Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death." Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him. It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

Blood stains the promises made in the dark. In a world where loyalty is bought with sacrifice, a forbidden vow binds two souls in an unbreakable pact. When a powerful family is betrayed, the price of vengeance is paid in blood. As secrets unravel and past sins resurface, one question remains-how far will they go to honor a promise written in crimson? Love, betrayal, and fate collide in a deadly game where vows are more than just words... they are a curse.

A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room. Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl. "Ixion Akastos Vespera" "In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?" "Not guilty." "Not guilty? Very well. You shall-" "I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I." Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. "Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." °°° Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine. She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

The cycle of life is not infinite—except, perhaps, for Elijah. At 122 years old, Elijah lived a long and successful life—until he woke up as someone entirely new. Now, an anomaly in a mysterious kingdom sustained by magic, he faces questions about his place in a world that doesn't defy the laws of nature, but take them to an entirely new level. For over six millennia, this isolated realm of 300,000 citizens has thrived, its survival bound to the magic that nurtures its air, water, and food. Yet, some whisper that a kingdom refusing to expand is doomed to fall. How, then, has this kingdom endured? As Elijah uncovers ancient secrets, dives into treacherous cave systems, and grapples with the fatal flaws of magic, he learns the truth about existence itself—forces that shaped the cosmos. New alliances rise to confront an ancient plague, and the kingdom's delicate balance teeters on the edge of collapse. In this world, the vibrant hues of freedom and potential are mere illusions, like sunlight filtered through stained glass. Elijah must decide whether to shatter the illusion—or embrace it. ———— This novel goes into great detail about the ways of the people and how it will differ from the suspected outside world. What seems like a population of people who do not have much knowledge, show how they found their way by “feeling”, or by anecdotal(personal) evidence.

[ WPC FEB 2024 ENTRY ] Hao Chen, a very handsome young man, doesn't have anything except his little sister. As he was walking home from where he worked, he suddenly had an accident. A car hit him while he was crossing a zebra crossing. But Hao Chen knows one thing, if it was a deliberate act, knows who is the mastermind behind all this. Unfortunately he couldn't do anything at that time, due to his serious injuries. His head was bleeding, and even his bones were broken. Because the blood continued to flow out, staining the surrounding streets. Hao Chen, he died. But he didn't realize that there was a light that witnessed everything, about his entire life and his memories. "What a poor mortal, let me, the God Emperor, Hao Tian, ​​help you avenge yourself!" A voice sounded from the surroundings, its tone was arrogant and filled with elegance. Suddenly the light began to enter the depths of Hao Chen's body, who was now dead. *** Watch on by reading the first chapter of this novel, the adventure that the god emperor will go through who returns as a mortal! Discord server: https://discord.com/invite/4yCzqTCUhp _________________ Others Tags: Evil MC, Cunning MC, NO YURI, NO NETORARE, ECCHI, HAREM, Mature, Adult, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal, Backdoor Sex, Beautiful Females, Dao Companions, Dual Cultivation, Netori, Dragons, Demons, Phoenix, Conflict, War, Overpowered, Genius, Wise, Campus, Teacher, Milf, Alchemy, Sister, Young & Mature, Young Girl, Mature Girl, R18, Smut, Ecchi, Blowjob, Titjob, Kiss, Romance, Fantasy, Gods, Immortals, AntiHero, Villain, Rise, Rise of The, Chaos, Mystery, Polygamy _________________ Daily Mission: 50 Powerstones: 1 Chapters Bonus! 100 Powerstones: More 2 Chapters! 50 Golden Tickets: 2 Chapters Bonus! 100 Golden Tickets: More 5 Chapters! _________________ Remember if the cover on this book is not mine!

When the Great War finally came to an end and the forces of "good" emerged victorious, the once-mighty empire crumbled into dust. Its rulers were defeated, its armies scattered, and its legacy branded as a dark stain on history. But not all remnants of the fallen empire vanished. One survivor remains—a descendant of the so-called "evil" side. She is the last of her bloodline, carrying the weight of a shattered past. With the world now against her, she must decide: Will she seek revenge against those who destroyed everything she knew? Will she hide her lineage and try to live a life of peace? Or does fate have an entirely different path in store for her? In a world that refuses to forget the sins of her ancestors, she must carve her own destiny—whether in the shadows or in the light.

After the Kingdom of Runalond united the world 500 years ago, its signature Rune Art became a part of citizens’ everyday lives. No matter one's identity or status, all children at the age of 16 are granted the right to study at a Rune Art Academy in order to secure a place in society. However, one region is an exception. Lostburg, inhabited by outcasts, scoundrels, and rejects, is a large town completely abandoned by any form of law and support from the kingdom. Though poor and uneducated, it remains a relatively comfortable place to live... if you know how. Nathan Modernson, a young boy born and raised in Lostburg, has never met his mother and lives a humble life alongside his rogue father. With his wits of speech and mindfulness of the environment, he believes nobody knew how to live freely and happily in Lostburg more than him. Just when Nathan thinks this is as far as his life goes, one ordinary day, his father suddenly asks him a simple yet peculiar question. Nathan’s seemingly careless response, changed him, and possibly the entire world, forever.

"Aaa!" Cassandra was shocked and screamed as she woke beside a strange man. To make matters worse, the man was shirtless, and she was only wearing underwear. 'What's going on, why is he sleeping with me?' "Morning, sweetheart!" The man beside Cassandra greeted her. Cassandra gasped, shook her head, and pushed the man to the ground. "Hey, what are you doing in my bed? Are you trying to harass me? Get out of here!" Cassandra pointed her index finger at the door. 'I married him? Who is that man? How can I be married to him?' Cassandra thought to herself as she lifted the blanket slowly and saw a red stain on the sheet. "How can we get married? I don't know you at all, and this seems to be our first meeting," asked Cassandra, who still couldn't hide her surprise. Charles looked deeply into Cassandra's green eyes. "Have you forgotten what happened last night? You even went so far as to ask me not to leave." ….……….. Cassandra immediately ran into the house, not caring that she now came with Charles. She also continued to shout Vivian's name because she was worried that something had happened to her half-sister. Cassandra's father slaps her immediately. "Dad, why did you slap me? What did I do?" asked Cassandra while holding her cheeks, which were now burning. Geoffry, Cassandra's father, only glanced sarcastically at his biological daughter. "You still ask what you did? Did I raise and finance you to be a slut?" --------- Cassandra Miller never knew she was being set up by her half-sister Vivian Hartley at a nightclub. Vivian mixed stimulants in Cassandra's drink to get her drunk and ended up in bed with a random guy. Vivian's trap worked, and Cassandra married a stranger in Las Vegas the day they met. This makes her father furious and kicks Cassandra out of the house. But what happens is that Charles Parker, the man who married Cassandra in Las Vegas, takes her to live with him. In exchange, Cassandra had to leave their marriage for two years. Will Cassandra be able to live a two-year life as Mrs Parker and resolve the misunderstandings with her father and Cassandra's fiancé at the time? Is there a conspiracy behind all this? Or is there more to their marriage?

"Why did you break up with me? Do you know how heartbroken I was?" "When I needed you most! When I was at my most helpless! You actually left me!" Her word kept echoing through my mind, each repetition like a knife twisting deeper. I'm just a food driver at a hotpot restaurant. And her? She isn't just any customer dining here today - she's become the Regional Director for Helios Nation at Vuitton International, one of the world's most prestigious luxury brands! Four years ago, I broke up with her. She was the woman I loved most in this cold, colorless world! The one I once swore I'd marry and no other! The woman for whom I built an eternal fortress in my heart, where I remain imprisoned to this day! My thoughts spiraled in despair. Her words kept interrogating my soul, an endless loop of torment. I whispered to myself: --I didn't want to, but I had no choice...-- "Cough, cough..." Suddenly, my throat erupted in searing pain, forcing out two harsh coughs. I pulled down my mask and spat - blood stained my saliva. Late-stage liver cancer. That's right, when I broke up with her four years ago, I had already been diagnosed with hepatitis. Four years on, my condition hasn't improved. It's only deteriorated, evolving into liver cancer. The doctors gave me six months to live.

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. Just as he reached the border of the Elysian Plains at eighteen, an ambush left both him and his mother gravely injured. Collapsing on the sacred ground, he heard a voice echo in his mind: [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] [Your first quest is available!] [Increase the number of dwellers in the Elysium using your seeds and blood! Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children!]

"Your skirt is stained by the way..." Kayla met her husband Zayn in an embarrassing manner. They never cross parts again for years not until life became a little too hard for Zayn. Zayn was on a job hunt, but it was hard getting a job since he didn't have any significant skill to offer. He eventually runs into Kayla's sister; Natalie who offered him a job as the marketing director of her company. A gala was held by by the company which all workers and the Renzo family are demanded to be in attendance. Kayla is trying to make sure the pictures taken by the press and paparazzi comes out perfect to avoid scandals when her eye lands on a familiar face. she wasn't certain who it was at first but she would eventually. Zayn does not remember Kayla neither did he remember that particular event, and Kayla vowed to make sure he never remembers. Life had a little surprise install for Kayla but little did she know she was going to spoiled by that very man...

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

On the night of the starless sky, the king’s consort, in an attempted to stop the king from carrying out an unspeakable act, breached the vault of divinity—she dared to seize powers meant only for the gods. And in her audacity, she did not merely steal the empire that night; she stole the light of heaven and the balance of the entire world. The consequences of what followed were disastrous; humanity awoke to terrifying new abilities, powers born not of blessing but of a divine curse. Some used these powers for violence and dominion. Others who were consumed by it were turned into monstrosities. The land itself became diseased, and profanities of every kind roamed the lands: creatures of unholy origin, and people whose humanity had been corrupted. Amid all these, Damek Velmontis, a young boy from a tribe of no significance, sought a place where he and others were safe, untouched by the decay that stained every corner of existence… Nowhere offered safety... Damek was hunted and betrayed by the sins of those who brought the world to ruin. They told him to accept the new order, to embrace the decay as the natural state of things. He rejected the curse of a ruined world and the complacency of its survivors. Refusal turned to rage and rage to resolve. If the world was too broken to be fixed, then he would destroy those who had shattered it. He would hunt down every one of them. Should the world ultimately prove irredeemable in the end, he would bestow upon the universe its most desperate need: Oblivion.

In this world of caprice, where light and darkness are reversed, let us drain this cup of irremediable fate. He is the king whom everyone despises and fears, navigating the treacherous game of power. Though he never wields the butcher's knife, his hands are stained with the blood of countless souls. He drains every ounce of strength from her, yet she remains unyielding, using herself as a shield to safeguard him on his ascent to the pinnacle of power. When the sun sets, not even a candle can replace its light.

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

Chen is a senior high school student who is now 17 years old. Ever since his mother died of breast cancer, life has been one storm after another. His father works abroad, sending money for Chen's schooling, but every day, he feels farther and farther away from his son. Chen cannot focus in class and is haunted by loneliness, guilt, and pressure to succeed for his family's sake. One day, Chen's English teacher, Ms. Alina, assigns him a reflective essay because he seems to be slipping. Reluctantly, Chen sits down and writes from his heart onto the paper. Through this piece of writing, he relates to Jia, a classmate who turns out to be very compassionate while sharing her experience of having lost one of her parents. Her friend leans on her for support. Meanwhile, there is Chen's childhood friend Miguel, who continues to pull Chen out of his shell, remembering their shared dreams. Luna is the spirited school athlete who promotes Chen to become a member of the running club, and suddenly he finds this endurance sport thrilling. Mr. Tan, this wise school counselor, guides him through his anguish. As Chen starts to heal, he is reunited with his dad through heartfelt video calls. He comes to realize that they both carry the same pain. With support from friends like Sophia, Rafi, Elena, Kai, Maya, Dante, Zara, and Leo, Chen eventually learns that strength lies within vulnerability. At the end of the year, Chen gives a great valediction speech before honoring his mother's memory and embracing a hope of a brighter tomorrow at the school's end.

In a city where skyscrapers pierce the clouds and shadowy alleyways hide dangerous secrets, the underworld is ruled by ruthless families locked in a deadly game of power and betrayal. Among them walks a man with a calm smile and an unassuming demeanor, concealing a past so dark it could shatter the entire criminal empire. When strange events force his secrets into the open, the city erupts into chaos. As alliances crumble and blood stains the streets, he must confront a haunting truth tied to the woman who once abandoned him—a figure with unparalleled influence in the underworld. Gangster Paradise is a gripping tale of vengeance, hidden truths, and ruthless ambition. In a world where every smile hides a dagger, the ultimate question looms: will he remain a shadow in the chaos or become the force that reshapes it all? ************ Support me on Patreon: Visit us at patreon.com/Myth_Valley Donate at: https://buymeacoffee.com/myth_valley

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