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ECLIPSE OF THE WOLVES

Deep within an ancient forest shrouded in myths and secrets, five old werewolf clans have ruled their territories for centuries—bound by a single ancient pact: "No blood shall be spilled under the eclipse." But as the lunar eclipse draws near, that fragile peace crumbles. Once united, the clans now turn on each other, filled with suspicion, betrayal, and the hunger to dominate. Ambition slowly eats away at every faction. After the Umbra Clan is betrayed and its leader murdered, Theron Nyx—the rightful heir—is exiled and branded a traitor. For years, he survives in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to return. Now, with the eclipse approaching, he rises to reclaim what is his. But the world he left behind has changed. His adoptive brother now rules the Umbra Clan with an iron fist and has allied with the Vareth Clan—the most ruthless faction, determined to seize control of them all. Meanwhile, the Noctari Clan, long thought to be extinct, emerges from the darkness wielding a cursed power that could tip the balance of the world. The Zevra Clan is fractured by internal strife, and the once-neutral Duskbane Clan has begun playing their own game—watching from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Amidst the chaos, Lysandra Draven—a blood witch born of both human and lycan descent—possesses a rare power that makes her the key to an ancient prophecy. A prophecy that could either save or doom the werewolf kind. Hunted, manipulated, and fought over by rival factions, Lysandra must decide where she stands—or perhaps, she has her own plans that no one sees coming. Political intrigue, forbidden desires, and brutal warfare shatter the old order. Alliances are forged in bed and broken on the battlefield. Love and passion intertwine with blood and betrayal. And when the total eclipse arrives, the world of the wolves will never be the same. In this game of power, no one is truly innocent. Because in Eclipse of the Wolves, the strongest aren’t the fiercest—but who is smart enough to take the opportunity.
Richeza_Jia · 1.1K Views

Reborn as the Wife He Killed

Alia is a skilled thief who, in search of a legendary treasure, sneaks into a castle under the cover of night. However, she unexpectedly witnesses the castle’s owner, the handsome and cold-hearted billionaire Marcellus, murder his wife. In the chaos of her escape, Alia is discovered and killed by him. But death isn’t the end. Alia wakes up to find herself reborn a year earlier, this time in the body of the wife Marcellus had killed—Livia. Faced with the man who had once killed her, now acting outwardly kind but still harboring deadly intentions, Alia knows she must uncover the truth within a year and avoid the same tragic fate. Her plan? Escape the castle and steal the treasure. During her time in the castle, Alia discovers that Livia’s identity is far from simple, and she soon finds herself tangled in a deeper conspiracy. Marcellus’s younger brother, Elias, has a close, secret relationship with Livia, one that seems to involve hidden feelings. As Alia secretly investigates Marcellus’s true intentions, she is drawn to his conflicting mixture of gentleness and coldness. At the same time, the body of Livia compels her to develop feelings for Elias, whose tender care for her awakens a sense of warmth. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Alia realizes that every person’s motives are more complex than they first appear, and she must make difficult choices between truth, revenge, love, and survival. As the one-year deadline approaches, the conspiracy unfolds, and Marcellus’s true intentions toward Livia are exposed. Alia finally finds a chance to escape. But with emotions tangled and fate inextricably linked to the castle, will she choose revenge and freedom, or will she find redemption and true love within the deadly walls of the castle?
pikapikaqu12 · 20.9K Views

Villain: After killing the heroines, they became Yandere.

When you live a quiet and enjoyable life, you find that life throws its dick at you to mock you. Bai Feng is just a Chinese college student obsessed with reading novels and playing video games. He moved to the United States as an exchange student. In reality, Bai Feng's life was very quiet and beautiful, and his family was wonderfully kind. However, he parted ways with them after moving to the United States. At that time, Bai Feng promised to return to them after graduation. But one day, after reading the novel "The Harem Collector," that night, after a deep sleep, Bai Feng found himself reincarnated in this fantasy world as the eldest brother of this sect. Previously, Bai Feng had accepted a normal life in this sect and married a normal wife. But he remembered that he was the villain in this novel, a dog-licking character who received slaps and blows. But Bai Feng found something that helped him return to Earth and save his life. That is, the system. On the condition that he kills all the heroines in this world, in addition to the will of Heaven assisting the hero of this novel. After Bai Feng did what the system ordered, he was surprised by a very dangerous secret that caused him to go back in time. "Now I will find that thing and return to my world. Wait for me, my family. I am coming." But Bai Feng was surprised to find the heroines running after him like crazy, demanding his help. "What's wrong with you? Are you crazy? I won't kill you?" Bai Feng asked. "No, you want to kill us," the heroines replied. Will Bai Feng be able to return to his world and live with his family, or will he remain in this strange world with the crazy heroines? This novel is adapted from several novels: harem, psychological, slightly crazy hero, crazy heroines, puzzle, reincarnation, and the system. Note: The novel is translated into my first language and I am the writer of this novel. If there are any mistakes in the translation, please inform us. Thank you.
Younesed17 · 35.8K Views

Zetulah: Queen of wolves

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.
Ajala_Ayomiposi · 9.1K Views

Kill to Rise

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm
Man110 · 958 Views

WOLVES IN THE SHADOW

In the lovely metropolis of Luna Heights, investigative journalist Mira Caldwell is known for exposing corruption. When different types of disappearances leads her to billionaire Dane Voss, a ruthless real estate mogul with deep political connections, she is determined to discover his secrets. But the deeper she goes into the secret, the more she realizes that Luna Heights is ruled by more than just the powerful class, it’s a city controlled by supernatural forces hiding in the shadows. Dane isn’t just a businessman, he’s a werewolf Alpha struggling to maintain control over his disorganized pack. With rogue groups growing in power and an enemy he didn’t know organizing different troubles, he’s desperate to keep the werewolf world a secret. Mira’s investigation threatens to expose everything, putting her in the middle of a war she doesn’t understand. When Mira’s investigation made her stumble upon The Hollow District, an abandoned part of the city feared for its curses, she witnessed a violent clash between Dane’s pack and rogue werewolves. She barely escaped, but something woke inside her, a force she never knew she had. Strange visions, increased senses, and a serious instinct force her to face the harsh truth: she isn’t just human. As Mira discovers the story of her hidden lineage, she learns of an ancient prophecy that says, "The lost heir will decide the fate of the packs." With tensions increasing, she must choose whether to align with Dane to ensure order, join the rogues to overthrow the system or expose the entire supernatural world to humanity. But time is running out. Lucian Holt, Dane’s most trusted Beta, is the true mastermind behind the disappearances, deceiving both sides to ensure an all-out war that will force werewolves into the public eye. Elara Valen, a rogue leader who became angered by vengeance, believes Mira is the key to overtaking Dane’s rule. Betrayals were laid out and battle lines were drawn, Mira must accept the power within her before the city is taken over by war. But power comes with a cost, and in a world where monsters are seen as human.
Daoistbe6FPX · 1.4K Views

The world of killing gods and the sharingan

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 This was a transmigration. And it was an astonishing second transmigration. Although the first one ended rather abruptly... Arriving at the riverside, the child crouched down, scooped up a handful of cool water, and drank it. The sweet and clear river water was more delicious than any beverage on Earth. The child exclaimed loudly, "How refreshing!" Gazing at the water surface, the child's face took on a solemn expression, as if painstakingly brewing something. His eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, an evil aura suddenly emerged on the calm water surface. In the reflection, the innocent - looking child actually had a pair of blood - red eyes! The water surface was rippling, rising and falling, with glistening waves. Yet, those blood - red eyes remained distinct. On the evil - looking blood - red background, a black tomoe slowly rotated around the center of the eye. It was the Sharingan! What followed was quite clear. Lin Xing, an unfortunate guy, had unfortunately transmigrated into the world of Naruto. He managed to survive until the night of the Uchiha clan's massacre, and then, unfortunately, died. This was truly a tragic story! Lin Xing didn't, like many transmigrated heroes, fight Obito and defeat Madara. It wasn't that he lacked talent. In Lin Xing's words, "Geniuses are often nipped in the bud." In the world of Zhu Xian, gods above, Lin Xing was even younger than Sasuke! So, on that fateful night, Lin Xing ran desperately. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space ahead, and the big - boss - like figure emerged. Lin Xing didn't even have time to see how the opponent attacked before losing consciousness. Well, let bygones be bygones. Lin Xing stood up, deactivated the eye - catching Sharingan, and looked towards the south. According to what the shopkeeper said, Qingyun Sect was in that direction. The world of Zhu Xian was full of disasters. When it came to the best place of refuge, Qingyun Sect was undoubtedly the top choice. Lin Xing promised that if he died this time, he definitely wouldn't transmigrate again. The first transmigration was a soul - transmigration, which was quite normal. The second one couldn't really be considered a proper transmigration in the strict sense. The Sharingan was still there, his five - year - old body remained the same, and even the other - world clothing he wore before his death was intact. Lin Xing guessed that something must have gone wrong with the masked man's space - time ninjutsu, and by some strange coincidence, he was sent to this world. If he were to die this time, he would truly lose everything. Having made up his mind, Lin Xing vowed to join Qingyun Sect.
DaoistPe0USa · 64.4K Views
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