Unholy Dk

Alexander always felt abandoned and neglected... After his mother walked into the hollow and never returned, he resigned himself to a fate of mediocrity. That was before the Calling. Marked by the Tower and chosen as a Pathseeker, Alexander is thrust into a fate far beyond anything he imagined. Tasked with unraveling ancient Mysteries across fractured timelines, each one capable of making gods weep and demons dreadful. He must endure horrors from beyond his time, revelations veiled by truth, and impossible battles that shred reality. But the greatest threat may lie within. Cursed with a dreadful flaw born from his trait, and an unholy bloodline that stirs him towards the path of no return.

(Warning: This novel has an r18 tag and contains mature content.) Adyr, once a notorious serial killer, met a brutal end and welcomed death as the final judgment for his sins. But he awoke in a parallel Earth, where the rich alter their genes and superhumans are the norm. Believing some unknown force had given him a second chance, Adyr buried the monster within and chose a quiet, normal life. For eighteen years, he lived in poverty with his family, suppressing his urges and forcing himself to be human. Until the day he entered a new VRMMORPG. A game that doesn’t just alter virtual stats but mutates real genes and pushes players toward evolution. While every player chose from four known Paths, Adyr was given a fifth. One that no one had seen before. And with each evolution, the bloodlust he had buried returned, turning him back into the villain he once was. The kind that made even gods afraid to speak his name. *** Follow me on Instagram for character illustrations. Instagram: goldenlineagenovel ***

Ali never meant to die. All he did was chase down a man trying to kidnap a child. One moment he was in Riyadh, the next, a gunshot. Darkness. He wakes up in chains, his throat dry, blood staining his chest, and a name that isn’t his. Zad ibn Salem. A slave. A heretic. Seventh in line for execution by beheading. In his palm, a bloodstained card, black, jagged, and marked with something unholy. The Card of Shaytan. It whispers one truth. "Only in death shall you find the answer." Thus begins a cursed journey through Agrabiyya, a kingdom of golden deserts and cruel kings, forgotten gods and forbidden magic, where fate isn't granted, but stolen. Where ancient cults move in the shadows, angels weep in silence, and wars are waged. What crime did Zad commit? Why was Ali chosen? And what lies beyond the door that only death can open? The answers wait in dust, in blood, and in the quiet laughter of something watching from the dark. IMPORTANT NOTICE: Please note that this is a mystery/fantasy story. Every line is accounted for to enhance your experience. During certain arcs, you may be able to solve mysteries before they are officially revealed, so pay close attention. I can’t say much more. Just remember, always distrust people. Always think one step ahead. Always balance your logic with your emotions. A balance must exist, for in time, you shall find an answer. Another notice: Once the first arc is complete, which is currently ongoing, I’ll be commissioning character art, a new poster, and a system explainer when the time comes. I have a lot of plans. Chapters will release either daily or every two days, and sometimes multiple chapters in one day.

Betrayed, rejected and constantly humiliated. She’s pushed to her limits, when her husband, Alpha Aiden uses her as a wager due to his first love’s manipulations. Bella was born as a unique existence, well not in the good way. She was born as the only werewolf without powers! Her father, a renowned werewolf healer, uses his only royal favor to send her to become a guard for the king but she’s still ridiculed and treated as an outcast. She’s thrown into a dangerous game of politics, love, betrayals and forbidden magic. What does she do when she’s greatly desired by the two rival princes? One crazily possessive of her and the other using the most unholy means to make her his! Find out how she’s able to rise to become the Luna that’s feared by all. And that’s not all lol! There’s a shocking twist that crushes everything you (the reader) thought you knew.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

In a universe fractured by divine betrayal, the Archangel Michael has overthrown his Creator and seized the Five Realms. Humanity, once the pinnacle of creation, has fallen—twisted into monstrosities or erased entirely. But one book remains. One forbidden text buried beneath centuries of silence: the Records of the Cursed Prophet Moses. Young Guren, heir to a powerful priestly bloodline, discovers this book in a locked chamber he was never meant to enter. What he reads begins to unravel everything he thought was true—about God, about angels, and about himself. As visions stir and ancient memories awaken, Guren finds himself at the center of a celestial war that never truly ended. Was Moses truly cursed? Or was he the last beacon of a forgotten truth?

Dr. Mira Kade is a brilliant forensic psychologist who helps police understand serial killers. But there’s one mystery she has never been able to solve — her own past. One night, she gets a voicemail from her own phone — but the message is from *herself*, recorded seven days in the future: “You have seven days before the Red Door opens. If you fail again, thousands will burn.” At first, Mira thinks it’s a prank. Or maybe her mind is breaking after years of trauma. But then something shocking happens — the murder she heard about in the message actually occurs, just like it was described. Now, with the help of skeptical detective Jonah Rourke, Mira begins following clues left by her future self. Each one leads her deeper into missing persons cases, dark secrets, and memories she doesn’t remember having. As the countdown continues, Mira starts to question everything. Is she really getting messages from the future? Or is her mind creating this to hide a painful truth? And if she’s the only one who can stop what’s coming… what price is she willing to pay?

"Some sons inherit wealth. Others inherit power. Doom inherited blood—and the ghost of a mother who never let death stop her from shaping him into something monstrous." Raised by a merciless criminal, Doom’s childhood was a litany of broken bones and brutal lessons. His father didn’t raise a child—he forged a weapon. Weakness was sin. Mercy was betrayal. And love? A fairy tale whispered by a dead woman in grainy home videos.  But the dead don’t always stay silent.  Ainar—his mother, a legend of violence and seduction—speaks to him from beyond the grave. Her voice slithers into his fractured mind, teaching him the art of ruin: how to break bones with precision, how to turn pleasure into a weapon, how to make the world bleed for him. With every whispered lesson, Doom becomes less of a man and more of a force—something unholy, something hers.  Yet as his father watches with cold approval, Doom begins to wonder: Is Ainar’s ghost real, or is she just the madness of a soul shattered by brutality? And does it even matter, when her guidance feels like the only truth he’s ever known?  Is will they be salvation, No, maybe in the next life.

In a world divided between light and darkness, a hero’s fate had twisted into a tale of insatiable desire and forbidden ecstasy. Azariel, the legendary warrior who had slain the Demon King after decades of brutal war, had finally met his end—or so he thought. But instead of the peaceful afterlife he had expected, he awakened in the radiant domain of Sol, the Goddess of the Sun. She had offered him paradise, the chance to ascend as an angel, a reward for his valor. Yet Azariel had known the truth: Sol was no benevolent deity, but a parasite who had orchestrated the endless war to gorge herself on human suffering. Refusing to be her pawn, he had turned to forbidden magic—binding her in an act of defiance and... Well, he used her to graduate from his virginity before truly dying. Yet, death was not the end for Azariel. He awakens again, this time transformed into a Nephalem—a being of both light and darkness, forever altered by the forces he once fought against. Stranded in the fiery depths of Hell, Azariel must navigate his new reality as a succubus, a creature of lust and temptation. With his core shattered and time running out, he embarks on a desperate quest to heal himself through acts of unbridled lust. Will he survive? Can a former hero and a man, now trapped in the body of a succubus, spread his legs and allow others to penetrate the depths of his newfound femininity to the damned? To feed on their life essence and heal his damaged core, because if he can't, his existence will come to a true and final end. ... [Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including heavy gore, BDSM, Fetish , Beastiality; futanari, Incest, kink, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.] Support: patreon.com/Midnight_Paradox Discord: https://discord.gg/NBqGDtmxnp

THE 1000 WARNINGS YOU MUST SURVIVE How do you fight the apocalypse when the only weapon left is your phone… and your fear? Renji Kurose is a nobody. A high school shut-in, a crybaby who skips class to avoid the world. But when a mysterious black screen appears on his phone, warning him of an approaching entity named Seraphine, everything changes. The message isn't spam. It’s a prophecy. Sent by a fallen angel named Luciel, the message is the first of 1,000 warnings—each tied to an unholy, uncanny being set to arrive one by one. Each has a form that defies logic. Each carries an ability capable of warping reality, inflicting permanent trauma, or causing instant, brutal death. And anyone without a phone? They're already dead. Now Renji must survive the arrival of each entity using only what the messages tell him—when they come, how they behave, and what threadbare tips might keep him alive. But the clock is always ticking, and the rules of survival grow more twisted with every passing warning. With society crumbling and the silence between screams growing louder, Renji has no choice but to evolve—from coward to warrior, from victim to beacon. Because this isn't just about surviving the end of the world… It's about understanding why it's happening at all. And who—or what—is watching.

A road trip with friends should’ve been simple—some music, some bad jokes, maybe a minor existential crisis along the way. What Sebastian didn’t expect was for one ridiculous conversation to spiral into reality-warping chaos. Now, he and his three best friends have crash-landed in a world that makes no sense, where magic is real, monsters roam, and—oh yeah—three of them are now dudettes. Regardless, this band of misfits will carve their way through this world by any means necessary, uncover the reason behind their arrival there, and perhaps stake their claim in a realm that was never theirs to begin with. However, as they reach the end of their journey, one question looms. Will they be able to reverse the unholy transformation that befell three of them? A bigger question yet—will they even want to? [!] The gender bender tag is only for the mc's friends. The protagonist won't be turned into a girl [!] [!] The yandere side of the girls will be unraveled slowly as the story goes. [!]

They warned no one should enter Graven Hollow after dark. Isla Blackthorn didn’t listen. Still mourning the sudden death of her mother, twenty-four-year-old Isla returns to the fog-covered town of Ashmill to claim the estate she never wanted—Graven Hollow, a cursed Blackthorn legacy veiled in whispers and ancient warnings. But the moment she crosses its threshold, something awakens. Haunted by dreams and stalked by shadows, Isla discovers a sealed crypt beneath the house—and breaks an ancient blood-bound sigil that was never meant to be touched. In doing so, she frees Rael, a powerful and otherworldly being once worshipped as a prince, feared as a demon, and betrayed by the very family who summoned him. Bound for centuries beneath stone and spellwork, Rael emerges... drawn irresistibly to Isla. But Rael’s freedom comes at a devastating cost. In breaking the seal, Isla also unleashes The Marrow-Born, three unholy priests cursed to hunt the soul that awakened Rael. Their eyes are fixed on Isla. Their whispers bleed through mirrors. And they know her secret. Because Isla is no ordinary woman. She is the last of the Blackthorns—a bloodline of witches cursed by their own ambition. But within Isla lies a far deeper truth: the soul of Nahara, a woman from Rael’s past who once loved him... and doomed them both. Half light, half shadow—Isla is both a white witch of healing and a vessel for devastating darkness. As her powers begin to manifest—violent and uncontrollable—Isla must navigate a terrifying inheritance, a forgotten love, and a war between realms. While enemies gather and visions from past lives unravel before her eyes, the bond between Isla and Rael grows stronger... and more dangerous. He was bound by a vow. She was born of prophecy. And now, the Hollow demands a price. Will Isla become the Bride of the Bound One to fulfill the ancient pact? Or will the darkness within her consume them all?

Many centuries ago, when the first demons set foot on the Land of Man, they brought with them a tide of fire and fear. For the first time, humanity trembled. But the war did not last forever — the demons were vanquished, cast back into the depths of hell, and peace slowly returned to the world. Yet, the scars of that age never fully healed. Before their banishment, the demons had defiled human blood, fathering children through mortal women — abominations known as Drakes. Seen as unholy by the High Church, the Drakes were hunted to extinction in a brutal crusade. All but one. Darius Drake, the sole survivor. The Church spared him, not out of mercy, but because they needed him. When the seals of hell begin to crack open once more and the shadows of old rise again, they send him to do what no man can — kill the returning demons. But fate has other plans. The demons are no longer mindless beasts — they move with purpose. Whispers speak of the old gods stirring from their slumber, and the world teeters on the brink of a new war. In the midst of it all stands Darius — neither man nor demon — cursed by his blood, driven by vengeance, and caught in a battle far greater than himself. Scattered across the earth lie the Keystones — remnants of the gods' last will, holding unimaginable power. Who will claim them? And where are they hidden? This is the story of Darius Drake. The last of his kind. The first to challenge the gods.

"Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned." — Romans 5:12 And so began the extinction of mankind. It was not by fire or flood, but by ambition—an ambition born within the shadows of the Umbra Syndicate, a secretive organisation that defied nature’s laws. In their cold, clinical pursuit of power, they conducted unholy experiments upon a mysterious celestial race—the sky people—splicing their DNA into carefully chosen human subjects. Thus emerged the Sora Project. What was meant to be humanity’s evolution became its undoing. 98.9% of mankind was irreversibly altered. The experiment failed. The result: multi-cellular, aggressive mutations now known as Sky Demons—creatures neither man nor god, bred from human arrogance and the wrath of God and alien. And so, another initiative was born in the silence of ash and ruin. From the heart of artificial genius, one of the greatest AIs ever conceived initiated a plan to reverse the apocalypse. From circuits and code, it birthed salvation in the shape of a being unlike any other. Her name was EVE, and her journey would be the final hope for a dying world once called home.

Alan Yokob dies as he lived—in a blaze of violence. A hitman with a reputation for ruthless efficiency, his final act is a fiery car crash. But death is not the end. When Alan opens his eyes, he finds himself in another world. Complely different from earth. “Welcome to Kirath,”. Once, this realm teetered on the edge of annihilation until mortals overthrew the Demon King’s tyrannical reign. But a thousand years of “peace” have left Kirath fractured—its magic withering, its lands plagued by cataclysms, its people rotting from complacency. The solution? Resurrect the demons. And they’ve chosen Alan, a man who traded in death, to wear the crown. To survive, Alan must wield the **Oblivion Pact**, a parasitic system that rewards carnage with unholy power. Kill to summon ★Soulrenders★—demonic warriors bound to his will. Conquer to rebuild. Rule to channel the chaotic energy that once made demons the world’s necessary evil. But Kirath’s fractured kingdoms see only a monster, not a savior. Holy knights hunt him as a blasphemy. Fallen heroes, drunk on their ancestors’ glory, vow to finish what their forebears started. As Alan battles to resurrect a demonic legacy he doesn’t believe in. The demons were not mere oppressors—they were shackles binding a far older terror. Now, with their power waning, that ancient hunger stirs. To save Kirath, Alan must become the Demon King the world fears… or watch it drown in the hubris of its own “victory.”

Blood Orange is about a noble woman named Seraphina who was wrongful accused for crimes she did not commit. Unable to prove her innocence the only thing she saw was death. and it came. but… After Seraphina woke up in her younger body in a different time the only thing that come to mind wasn’t running away and living a peaceful life away from everyone. No was of pure unholy revenge. this is the story of Burning One’s Revenge.

In a world where the boundaries of time blur and eternity is but a fleeting concept, the relentless pursuit of immortality has captivated countless souls. At the center of this eternal struggle is Liang, whose life approaches its final chapter. After six hundred years, he has reached the limits of his potential. Haunted by the limits of his mortality, Liang devises a daring plan to shatter the confines of his destiny and achieve true immortality. But is he genuinely shaping a new destiny, defying the predetermined course of his life? Or is he merely walking a path that fate has already laid out for him? "Which is more ambitious: the heart of a mortal or the will of heaven?" You would probably have to read to find out (^_^) ____________ You can contact me through discord it you have any questions: Username: chaosmajesty discord.gg/UZ4QEkUE And if you want to support me and cheer me to keep up the update, Here where you can: patreon.com/Chaos_Majesty paypal.me/Chaosmajesty

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

Feared by minds. Whispered by gods. And known only by those who’ve died too many times to remember. It has no beginning. No end. It simply... is. But even infinity can tremble. From the rift between realities, John awakens. His soul — cursed, or perhaps blessed — bears an unholy burden: A monstrous infant that breathes, thinks... and watches. A second will. A second hunger. To live, he must grow. To survive, he must fight. To reign... He must become what even the abyss refuses to name.

Adelaide Albrecht is not your average German girl, she is the product of underground genetic engineering and selective breeding to lead a nuclear empire. She meets Tomoe Yamamoto, who at first seems like a typical Japanese girl, but soon her own secrets and ambitions are laid bare. Will they find connection and solace in a world that views them as monstrous products of a bygone era? Or will their legacies tear them apart?

Born of enemies and raised in exile, Lyra is a hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood a creature that should not exist. Feared by both worlds and haunted by loss, she wanders alone until a monstrous plague threatens to devour everything. As the Rotkin spread their corruption, Lyra must unite ancient rivals, face her darkest truths, and become the guardian she was never meant to be. In a world rotting from the inside, only something new something unholy can lead the fight for survival. She is not their chosen one. She is their only hope.

What would you do if a pigeon told you that you had to save the world? This is what happened to Legend, a ten year old kid that was originally a seventeen year old named Jonas. Now he's in another dimension called the Arkana, and after accepting his new reality he's become a wannabe adventurer. After meeting new friends along the way, they uncover an evil conspiracy to open a dimensional doorway allowing something unholy into the Arkana. Will Legend and his new friends be able to stop those that long to see the world burn?

Imagine accepting a miracle in your life. It would be amazing, wouldn't it? But what if that miracle wasn't a blessing, but rather a disguised curse? That's exactly what happened to Sato on a normal day of his life. He found himself receiving a cursed gift from a fallen angel, which plunged him into an abyss of despair and downfall. Now, Sato has a journey ahead of him: he needs to understand and learn how to control his power. But will the rest of the world leave him alone to do so? Art Cover: https://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=901329

After a daring rescue by a mysterious girl, Crinix and Takahishi escape the confines of a mental asylum, Their world is turned upside down when they discover that terrifying creatures known as Grims - monstrous beings that feed on humans secretly inhabit the human realm. Forced to flee to the Shadow Realm, a dimension hidden from human eyes, Crinix and Takahishi are forced into becoming Grim Hunters. With their freedom hanging in the balance, they embark on perilous missions to battle an array of unholy creatures.Joined by seasoned Grim Hunters Shina and Shinro, they must fight to stay alive.

Ray was a shut-in NEET, a master of eroge, and a legend in the dark arts of one-handed gaming. No friends. No job. No life. Just endless nights of pixelated pleasure… until the day he died mid-fap to his favorite elf MILF route. But fate wasn’t done with him yet. Ray wakes up butt-naked in front of a very real—and very busty—goddess, who offers him a second chance: reincarnate into the fantasy world of his favorite eroge… with one mission. "Save the world." What does that mean exactly? No one tells him. All Ray knows is this new world runs on lewd logic, lust-fueled leveling, and horny heroines who can't keep their hands off him. And if his surprisingly talented lower half and mysterious skill tree have anything to say about it, he’s gonna "save" the world one moan, thrust, and full-body EXP session at a time. Warning: This is a degenerate fantasy full of naughty skill trees, sexy warriors, unholy adventures, and a protagonist who thinks with the wrong head (and somehow succeeds). Expect NSFW hijinks, harem chaos, and a man living the dream your mom warned you about. Tags: Degenerate Protagonist, MILFs, Interracial / Interspecies, Netori, Reverse Gangbang, etc

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She was raised like royalty. He was raised to ruin it. Now she wears his name… and he wears her soul. Adelina Rosenthal Petrova is the golden girl of politics — poised, untouchable, and caged by legacy. Born to be a queen in a world of calculated smiles and backroom wars, she knows how to hold power without ever being allowed to wield it. Until he arrives. Lukas Volkoff. Her bodyguard. Her stalker. Her obsession in the dark. He’s not just assigned to protect her — he’s here to claim what’s already his. He’s a Mafia heir cloaked in tailored suits and silent danger, with blood on his hands and Adelina in his crosshairs. He’s been watching her for years. Waiting. Hunting. And now, he’s stepping out of the shadows with a single warning: "I don’t protect what isn’t mine." Trapped between the throne she was bred for and the man who wants to burn it all down for her, Adelina is forced into a world of obsession, control, and unholy desire. But in Lukas’s world, love isn’t soft. It bruises. It bleeds. It owns. She was born with power. He came to possess it. And now, she’s his favorite war.

"He sold his soul to save his daughter. Now Heaven will learn to fear his love." Shattered legend Lariat Blanc traded theft for fatherhood—until the Black Emporium torched his peace, stole daughter Beth, and gave him six months to deliver four unholy relics or hear her die. Drowning in blood from his broken Golden Core, Blanc bargains with ex-partner Bonny Clyde for a cursed scroll. Its vampiric oath: “By Blood Gain freedom, and By Freedom Lose it All.” He awakens ravenous. Saints bleed. Cathedrals shatter. Angels flee his shadow. Awakened and Talented shiver in dispare. Love fuels his monstrous crusade. The Emporium wanted relics. They unleashed God’s Nightmare.

In a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by war with demonic forces, civilization as it once existed is all but gone.  In its place, a new order had emerged, with humans developing magical abilities as each generation passed.  To ensure the survival of their species, society had been divided into Circles, with each member guaranteed a specific job once they reached the age of eighteen. Xylon Sinclair was an orphan with a limited affinity for magic, and he had been reincarnated as a punishment for his past deeds.  In a former life, he was Zephyr, a powerful demon who served the mighty Balthyrov, the Lord of Demons, until he became a perceived threat. He got killed mercilessly and got forced to reincarnate as a fragile human being as a punishment. Upon reaching the age of eighteen, Xylon was told that he will become a Soul Keeper, a role that he knew nothing about. Despite his confusion, he had no choice but to accept this position.  However, rather than following the status quo, Xylon experimented with the system, using his formal knowledge about the demon realm to resurrect demons from thousands of years ago.  What had started as a mere curiosity soon turned into an obsession for Xylon.  He was fascinated by the power that he could wield by bringing the ancient demons back from the dead.  It was as if he had discovered a new realm of possibilities that he had never imagined before. And then, he started to dream bigger... Xylon Sinclair wanted to rule over both realms, human and demon realm... //////////////// For those who wanted to contact me, here is my discord : Yoonaas#3976 p.s: the cover is purely mine , and it is made solely for this webnovel, it shows Zephyr. Well, i don't allow anyone to use it, it is purely made for "i farm demons" . + all the art you see in the comments is original and purely made for this book. my server :https://discord.gg/2X4kTvDUSu

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.