Teeth

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the digital world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Head right in. [ ! ] The first few chapters are evenly-paced and mostly of slice-of-life. The system doesn't make a real appearance until a little later, after a condition is met. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

Dark Fantasy Romance | Betrayal, Dragons, Slow-Burn Tension “He wanted a servant with a sharp tongue. He got a girl who knows how to use it.” When Arin is dragged from her burning village in chains, accused of a legacy she doesn’t understand, she expects to die. Instead, she’s thrown into the deadly glitter of the Kaerethyne court—where dragons decide who rules, every silk-draped noble is a liar, and the Prince who ordered her capture is infamous for leaving lovers broken… or dead. Prince Caldan Kaerythene—scarred, exiled by his own dragon, and haunted by betrayal—wants one thing: to expose the traitor among his blood-soaked kin. For that, he needs a weapon. A girl no one would suspect. What he gets is Arin. A thief with secrets in her blood. A commoner with teeth. And a mind sharp enough to make princes bleed. She was never meant to survive the palace. He was never meant to want her. But in a kingdom ruled by dragons, fire doesn’t kneel. It devours. Enemies-to-lovers. A court of monsters. A chained dragon who judges with smoke instead of flame. And a girl too dangerous to kill, too clever to cage. The crown didn’t steal her. It tried to break her. But she came to win. Perfect for fans of House of the Dragon, Throne of Glass, and dark fantasy with bite. This is a slow-burn romantic epic filled with venomous nobles, ancient secrets, and jaw-dropping betrayals. Read at your own risk. The flames are watching.

In a vast world of cultivation, where yin and yang shape fate, and the lines between good and evil blur, five great clans rule over the land. Among them, the Lingxiao Clan (凌霄族)—known for its elegance, swordsmanship, and archery—stands as the fourth most revered. From this clan comes a boy born without a golden core or spiritual qi. His name is Ling Yiran (凌逸然)—graceful, free-spirited, and untamed. Though he is the youngest son of the clan leader, he is forbidden to cultivate, to fight, or even to wield a blade. His days are spent painting, playing, studying—locked within the mansion’s walls. But behind his quiet smiles is a secret life. At night, Yiran sneaks into the Forbidden Library, hidden deep in the mountains of Lingxiao territory, to learn long-lost arts none dare to touch. At 17, he is invited alongside his siblings to the Jinyue Clan (锦月族)—the second most powerful clan, famed for music cultivation, and bound by more than 10,000 sacred rules. Known for their discipline and emotional restraint, the Jinyue clan is a place where mistakes are not forgiven. His companions: His noble and composed older sister, Ling Qingxue (凌清雪) His lively, mischievous younger twin brothers: — Ling Yuze (凌昱泽) — Ling Yuhan (凌昱寒) They arrive at the gates of the Jinyue Clan. Everyone presents their invitation—but Yiran, of course, forgets his. The guards refuse him entry. Just then, a cold and beautiful young man appears, dressed in white robes. A red spirit thread coils around his wrist, and a blue spiritual sword hangs at his side. His face is expressionless, his gaze sharp as frost. He is Jin Suoxue (锦索雪), the Young Master of the Jinyue Clan—distant, cold, and feared by many. His name means “Bound in Snow”, and his heart is rumored to be just as frozen. Yiran, ever defiant, calls out to him without formality. “Hey, cold-face!” Everyone freezes. Jin Suoxue merely replies: “No invitation, no entry.” And walks away without a second glance. Furious, Yiran leaves, only to return later—with his scroll, snacks, and alcohol. But as he nears the gate, a formation sends him flying, his precious gifts broken. He grits his teeth, draws a black talisman, and writes glowing red characters in the air:“Distract.” The gate formation shatters briefly, letting him slip inside while sipping the one bottle that survived. A low voice stops him. “Oh... it’s you again.” And so begins the tale of sword and flute—of a spirited boy with no cultivation and a cold genius bound by rules. Their clash will awaken forgotten arts... and perhaps, a bond destined to defy the heavens. ————— Disclaimer: Book cover not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates. Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth! ”Thud.“ He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him! However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own: "The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil. Spiritual sublimation commences!"

Four years. That’s how long he took to transform from being a penniless young man to becoming the heir of a mysterious conglomerate. His return was a glorious event! Four years. That was the time she took to fall from being a rich heiress to an insignificant script writer in the entertainment industry. And she could even end up in jail! “Evelyn Sherman, if only you had loved me a little more than money then, you wouldn’t have to beg me now.” The man jeers coldly. Evelyn Sherman smiles cunningly. She pushes a little bun into his arms. The little bun hugs him and even gives him a big kiss, “President, do you want to buy my mommy? She can pretend to be a teenager or act like a queen. She can do both young, refreshing roles and the hard core stuff equally well. She’s a professional genius at giving birth. You can bring her home for US$10 million!” Chester Yale stares at the little face that looks exactly like his in a shock. He clenches his teeth and said, “Deal! I will add on another $10 million to buy you too!” In the next second, a little princess pokes her head out from behind the door, “Daddy, you’ll need another $10 million for me.”

Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome. “The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.” “The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.” “Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.” The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

When her father passed away, her mother married into a large family. She thought it'll be a new beginning of her life, but it only brought her an substitute marriage to a disabled husband her step-sister didn't want. On the second day of their marriage, the noble and aloof man said indifferently, "Divorce or live as a widow, choose one." She pulled off his suit pants and touched his firm and sexy thigh, "I choose the third option!" Latter, she used her medical skills to healing and saving people, including her disabled husband, who turned out to be a hidden billionaire! Nobles and celebrities sought medical advice, flocking to her like ducks. Those who humiliated her regretted it deeply, begging for mercy on their knees. The billionaire smiled proudly, "My wife is a treasure, only her husband knows it!" She rubbed her waist and gritted her teeth, "Didn't you say that you wanted a divorce and warned me to stay away from you?"

“Wife...” “Not wife, ex-wife!!” She gritted her teeth, glaring at the handsome man who tried to please her. “Wife...” “Get lost! Turn around, walk ten meters forward, open the door, and leave, no need to see you off!” Looking at the flattering smile on his face, she finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She kicked him, then turned around, tears streaming down her face. The groom didn't show up for the wedding, yet he treated her tenderly, only to realize it was his way of humiliating her. The love she gave finally had a return when he admitted he loved her. On her most precious day, he gave her the most painful blow again. Was that unbearable scene the “gift” from him and his first love? After signing a divorce agreement, she truly felt that her marriage to him was just a joke. However, when she remarried, at the wedding, he domineeringly tore the wedding dress from her body. Facing the man she once loved the most, she smiled calmly: “Ex-husband, can you ever stop messing around?”

Alpha Kieran Never Took the Same Woman Twice... Until Her! Exiled. Betrayed. Broken. Autumn knew love was a luxury,a blunt lie...until the most ruthless Alpha in the realm claimed her as his mate… only to publicly reject and humiliate her before his entire pack. But when the moon rises, his hands tell a different story. Night after night, he drags her into his bed, his teeth grazing her throat as he growls: "You are my property, little thief.Never forget that!" Secrets lurk beneath his cruelty. Lies poison their bond. And when Autumn discovers her long dead sister is alive...and wearing Kieran’s mark.. she will have to choose - Trust fate, trust the Moon Goddess who never favoured her. Or trust her guts! [ Disclaimer : There might be scenes that resemble or are near r*pe scenes. But definitely not in the exemplary way. They are there for a reason in the story. It reflects some reality of the brutal world they live in. It unfolds as we move ahead. If it bothers you, please stay away. And please keep in mind, this is a story about a kickass female lead, despite all her suffering, she still kicks balls. So if you want someone whimpering, shy submissive...stay away from the book. One more thing to keep in mind is the fact that Alpha Kieran isn't our typical 'hero' material. He has a disturbing past, is morally gray sometimes, takes rash decisions... And is severely flawed... But definitely this creates a massive scope for growth and character arch ( you are free to hate him but give him a chance to tell his story as he lives through the highs and the lows) . PS : This book will gradually introduce you to other supernatural creatures and lores that might not be typically connected to werewolf books. Though the story primarily follows a single love story, it is plot driven. Which means you will be introduced to several supporting characters on the way. So keep an open mind and try to immerse yourself in the experience. ( keep a look out for bonus side stories too ) Now, if you are ready...grab your seat belts and lets go on a ride. #HappyReading everyone

Memory fragment loading... He woke up alone. Cold. In a forgotten workshop. Dust thick in the air, silence heavier still. No past. No memory. Just a name he didn’t recognize as his own. And hands that remembered things he could not. Outside, the city of Velrith stood on three fractured pillars: the Crown, the Companies, and the Circles. Bound by fragile mutual deterrence, they smiled through gritted teeth—each holding weapons the others dared not unleash. The Garde watched the streets. The Garde Royale moved in whispers. The Nobility hid behind masks. The Companies behind contracts. And somewhere, untouched and untouchable, the Xenio worked in silence—answering to no one, owing allegiance to no one. In this fragile balance of power—where loyalty was currency and knowledge meant death—his arrival was… unwelcome. He wasn’t meant to exist. And yet, there he stood. Worse still, his body remembered how to survive. How to fight. How to hide. How to kill. Now the factions were listening. Watching. Questioning. Had someone brought him back? Or had he never truly left? Velrith held secrets no one dared speak aloud. And he was about to walk straight into them. The first lie was that no one remembered him. He didn’t know who he was. He didn’t know why he was here. But something had built him to survive. And something else was watching. He was not supposed to wake up. And that, too, was a lie. —LOG INTERRUPTED— Unauthorized recall request detected. Signal rerouting… Processing anomaly… Who are you?

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

“Let me lick it clean,” said Xie Daiyu as he looked at Ruan Chanchan’s wound. Hearing his suggestion, Ruan Chanchan paused and looked at the mer in shock. She pursed her lips and said to him, “You are kidding me. Aren’t you?” “Why do you think I am joking?” The mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan gritted her teeth and said, “Because the wound is not somewhere you can just lick me.” “What's the matter?” Xie Daiyu asked with an innocent expression, even though his lips were about to curl in a smirk. “You are a beast woman, and I am a beast mer… this is nothing.” He pushed Ruan Chanchan down on the ground, his fingers skimming against her inner thigh. “It will be over in a matter of seconds.” Like hell it did! She ended up becoming the mother of his child. ** “This is not how you are supposed to do it.” With a frown, Rong Xian stared at her. The mer was usually silent, but today he was unusually chatty. Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes while peering out of a boulder. She was staring at the sea while trying to look for the prince of the Basilosauruses. Her eyes kept flickering as she said to the mer behind her, “I need to talk with the prince, no matter what.” “Oh, and what do you want to talk to him about?” “Just about the salt trade.” “And what are you going to offer him in return?” the mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan frowned at his question. She turned to look at him before saying, “What can I offer? At most, we can discuss some kind of cooperation.” Rong Xian licked his lips as he moved forward. He caught hold of the woman and turned her around as he pressed her against the boulder. “I don’t know about cooperation, but we can discuss copulation. What do you say, Miss Ruan? Do you want this prince to give you a litter of little basilosauruses?” ** “You need to put more strength into it,” said Liang Feng. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the weak woman who was trying to pull the fang out of her arm. Ruan Chanchan frowned and scowled at the mer. She said to him, “Do you think that it's so easy?! Why don’t you do it if you think that it's that easy?” The mer sighed and crouched down. He reached out and caught Ruan Chanchan’s arm in his hands and, without waiting for the woman to say anything else, he pulled the fang out of her arm. “AHHH—urk!” Ruan Chanchan’s scream came to a sudden halt when the mer fed her a piece of flame fruit, which was sweet and delicious. “Feeling alright?” Liang Feng asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan nodded, and the mer smiled. “Good girl.” ** Kaboom! “You have to be kidding me!” That's how Ruan Chanchan felt after landing in a prehistoric world where not only did a gender other than men and women exist, but on top of that, these people could turn into beastmen! The second she arrived, Ruan Chanchan was almost squashed to death — but somehow she managed to escape. Don’t ask her how she did it; Ruan Chanchan still had some ptsd due to that incident. But if that was not bad enough, the world where she landed was also about to end. Great. Let the world know that Ruan Chanchan had offended some great immortal somewhere. Now, if she wanted to survive, then not only did she have to teach these beastmen how to farm, cook and clean themselves—You don’t want to get her started on how dirty these beastmen could be without knowing how to clean their hands and shower every day. And raw meat—yuck. Easy? Not! Not only did she transmigrate into the body of a fool, but she also ended up becoming the only beast woman who had no beast form. With a broken beast nucleus, Ruan Chanchan couldn’t find a single person who would willingly trust her. Fortunately, she had a supermarket system with her. Watch her use cotton balls and antiseptic ointments to stop the minor bleeding of the beastmen and use common antiparasitic medications to save a dying beast cub.

Faced with a certain death, Kyle has no other choice but to gamble. He was warned that he could perish in the Arcane Academy, but he gritted his teeth and took the risk... and because of his decision, he unveiled many secrets about this mysterious world, discovered many mystical practices, touched upon forbidden relics that would change his life, and gained the enmity of powerful existences. Thankfully, he didn't transmigrate alone. The Divine Extraction System was with him as he treaded his chosen Arcane Path… *** 14-17 chapters per week. Early chapters are now being edited for quality purposes. Please bear with me.

Aether Moirai was never meant to be free. Born from the final spark of the Abyss, a forgotten god's last act of rebellion, Aether is forged as the vessel of the Abyss—a being whose powers grow stronger the more his mind shatters. Trapped in enemy lands, bound by a system called the Codex that rewrites history itself, Aether must survive a world where truth is a luxury and stories have teeth. Haunted by what he was made to become, and burdened by powers that awaken only at the edge of madness, Aether walks a path between divinity and ruin. As kingdoms fall under the chaos of corrupted tales, Aether discovers that true freedom isn’t running from fate—it’s confronting the thing that wrote it. This is the story of a boy made from sorrow. A king born from the end.

“I want a divorce,” Nathaniel said with no emotions. I was shocked at how callus he could be. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about my pregnancy. After five years of marriage, I still couldn't warm his heart. I understood I would never be able to replace my sister in his heart. “Fine. Let’s divorce then.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I, Zara Moore, married my brother-in-law to fulfil my dying sister’s last wish. I poured my heart into this marriage, cared for him, and loved his son like my own, hoping that one day, he might return my feelings. It was only my wishful thought. I ended up being killed in my past life. Reborn, I could see the truth clearly. To him, I was a promise he made to his first love. Tired of being just an obligation, I decided to leave him and not tell him about the child in my womb. But with tearful eyes, he pleaded for one more chance. ~~~~~~~~~~~ “Don’t bring up divorce,” Nathaniel growled, his cold gaze fixed on me. “I am done with this emotionless marriage,” I retaliated. "What about the promise you made?" He hissed, squeezing my arm. I gritted my teeth. “I tried to warm your heart for five years, but I failed. I don’t want to keep doing this.” His expression changed, his eyes pleading. “Give me a chance. I’ll make up to you.” I stared at him, stunned. He clearly didn’t love me. Why was he unwilling to let me go? ~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - completed. My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - completed Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously - Ongoing, daily updated

Stories are supposed to obey rules. Seyra Ugochi broke them the moment she remembered her real name. Born inside a reality stitched by the Spiral Loom—a device that writes existence through belief—Seyra awakens to a terrifying truth: she was never meant to know she was fictional. Now hunted by forces that maintain narrative stability, she must navigate collapsing plotlines, forgotten realms, and sentient stories that refuse to stay dead. Alongside Inkari, a Loomwright sworn to balance chaos, and Kael, a betrayer bound to an unsent letter with teeth, Seyra journeys through a world where attention is survival, and memory is the sharpest weapon. But when the Loom begins dreaming of Laien—the woman erased by betrayal and silence—Seyra must decide: Will the past be rewritten? Or will the unwritten become real? What if a story remembered itself?

Sugar & Sin She’s a mafia queen in boots and blood. She’s a soft girl with bunny teeth and big dreams. One kills without blinking. The other bargains for mangoes. When cold-blooded Nyx crosses paths with sunshine-sweet Aster, Bangkok isn’t ready. Love isn’t in the plan. But bullets don’t ask for permission. And neither do girls like them. One born to rule. One born to survive. Let the city burn. This is sugar. This is sin.

Hera Avery is working several part-time jobs to pay for her university tuition. She is managing her work and love life simultaneously. Her boyfriend, who is a rising celebrity, made her pay for their expensive apartment located in a well-known building. The building is also home to well-known heirs and heiresses. On her boyfriend's birthday and their third anniversary, she returned home to their apartment only to find him with another woman. But what did she get in return? A slap on the face, a breakup and she was evicted from the apartment she was paying with her own money. After being evicted and becoming homeless, she believed things couldn't get any worse. However, her cheating ex-boyfriend's wealthy new girlfriend went further by reaching out to every establishment and persuading them to blacklist her. This caused her to lose her means of living and they even spread rumors that she was obsessed with her former celebrity boyfriend and was attacked by his fans. Having no way out, she gritted her teeth. "Grandpa, I'm willing to inherit the consortium." Old Master Avery laughed heartily after hearing her conviction and sent a bank transfer to Hera. [ You received a $100,000,000,000 money transfer to your account ending in ####] [Note: My dear granddaughter, use this pocket money to treat yourself to anything you desire. Don't be frugal, and if you spend it all, don't hesitate to ask me for more.] Hera was astounded. When her identity was announced, her ex-boyfriend kneeled and cried to her, for her to take him back. The sarcastic Male lead 1: Do you think it's your turn? Look behind. When her ex-boyfriend looked back, he saw influential men lining up with bouquets of roses to woo Hera. The cold Male lead 2: It's your fault for being blind. Cry and beg but you'll have no chance as long as we are here. The brutal and impatient Male lead 3: Do you want me to break your legs?! The entertainment King Male lead 4: You're just a little star but you want to bypass me? The hot-headed Male lead 5: I'll make sure, you'll be shelve. The coquettish Male lead 6: Wifey, they are trying to steal you from me! Seeing the problematic Male leads, Hera felt an incoming headache not knowing what to do. "Let's just go with the flow then!"

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Betrayed. Broken. Abandoned. When Athena is cast aside for Jesse’s former lover, she loses everything—her mate, her pack, and her unborn child. Left to die, she’s rescued by Kieran, a powerful rogue Alpha who turns her into a warrior. Now, she’s back, not for love, but for vengeance. But vengeance doesn’t come without its price. On her journey to discovering herself, she crosses paths with Cassius, a cursed assassin bound to shadow magic. And Lucas, a mysterious charming assassin who takes an unusual interest in her. Now war brews between realms, realms that were inaccessible to werewolves filled with different creatures. Gods, Ancients, Witches and Starborns. Athena must get to her full potential as the new reborn Moon goddess and set her priorities right. Because love was never part of the plan, but fate has its own cruel games. Three Alphas. Three bonds she never expected. And the reborn goddess they tried to destroy in her past life? She’s back, with teeth, claws, and three protective alphas at her side.

Chen Mang transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic world. In this world, corpse tides roam freely and death lingers everywhere. Survivors must become train captains, upgrading and reinforcing their trains by collecting minerals and other resources in order to avoid the undead hordes and survive. Otherwise, they become slaves under other train captains, living under others' roofs. Every train's "vehicle parts" has a level cap, and each upgrade improves its effect. However, the birthmark Chen Mang was born with gives him the unique ability to upgrade vehicle parts without any limit. When he raises several white-grade parts — like "bladed wheels" and "drills", which are scorned by other captains — to level hundreds, he realizes he has already become invincible in this world. From that moment on— A colossal train armed to the teeth with hundreds of carriages begins to roar through the apocalyptic wasteland. “In this world, there are only two kinds of people.” “Train captains, or slaves.”

#PostApocalyptic #SciFi #Adventure #HybridWar #Mythic #Biopunk Before the fall, there was a choice. Before the monsters, there was a man. In the shadow of Mount Banahaw, deep beneath the soil, Dr. Rhane Wu—last in the bloodline of Dr. Henry Wu—awakens a system that was never meant to be touched. The Codex Prime was designed to archive life. Rhane rewires it to replace evolution. Buried in sealed tanks are hybrids, twisted fusions of predator and anomaly. Among them lies XENOVORAX, still sleeping—still dreaming. But the jungle remembers. And so does JIRUUN—a Warden-class entity born not from man, but from something older. Something watching. As global systems blink out, genetic failsafes rupture, and ARKHIVE prepares for a new host, Rhane records one final Codex entry. “We tried to resurrect the past. But the future had teeth.” This is not a tale of redemption. This is the prelude to extinction. “The world didn’t end with man. It began after him.”

Once upon a time—okay, more like Tuesday—Earth had a problem. Specifically, the kind of problem that comes with teeth, shadows, and a complete disregard for physics. They called it The Darkness. It showed up one day, wrecked the planet like it was a tutorial zone, and left humanity with two options: die screaming or die slightly later. That’s when a Supreme Being—possibly bored, possibly drunk on starlight—took pity on humanity and said: [“Alright, alright. You guys suck at surviving. Let’s try this again.”] With a snap (probably), the last remnants of mankind were transported to a new world: Celestara—a magical realm with floating continents, talking crystals, and suspiciously cute monsters that will absolutely kill you if you blink wrong. Here, humans can awaken magical Jobs, unlock hidden Talents, and level up using a divine system called Vaelwyn—basically fantasy’s version of patch notes and grind culture. It’s like someone made life into a video game. Because... they did [Six hundred year later] And then there’s Kael Virean—a guy from a perfectly normal parallel Earth, where the biggest threat to humanity was bad Wi-Fi and overpriced DLCs. He also happened to be a VR game world champion, the kind of player who dodged boss attacks in his sleep. One day, he opened his eyes… and found himself transmigrated to Celestara—in the body of an 18-year-old boy, just moments away from his Awakening. Whatever that means. --- [Disclaimer: Want to know what happens next? Then start reading. Curiosity is a powerful thing.]

She witnessed a murder, he offered a deal. Now they’re both in too deep. Adopted into a wealthy family, Hailey Monroe spent her life trying to earn love in a home that treated her like a burden. Overshadowed by her perfect adoptive sister, Kaira, Hailey agreed to an arranged marriage just to please her family—only to be betrayed in the cruelest way. When Kaira sleeps with Hailey’s husband, Blake, and he throws both Hailey and their son out of the house, her world shatters. Desperate and broke, Hailey becomes a stripper to afford her son’s sudden medical treatments. But everything spirals when she witnesses a murder during one night she was meant to entertain a client—turning her into a target that needed to be eliminated. Rejected again by her family, Hailey stumbles into the path of a stranger after almost being hit by his car, Killian Valtieri, a cold-hearted billionaire desperate for a partner so as to inherit his family’s empire. “Marry me and I’ll protect you,” he offers. Left with no choice, she agrees. But the deal was only the beginning. As enemies close in and buried secrets rise to the surface, Hailey uncovers the shocking truth about her birth—and just how far her enemies are willing to go. However when something more tragic happens, she makes sure everyone pays. And Killian? He may just lose everything to the woman he once thought was disposable. Excerpt; “Give me one more chance, and I promise to treat you right this time,” Blake pleaded while Hailey stared at him in shock. “Come back to me, Hailey. I love you—“ “You don’t!” Hailey snapped. “You just hate the thought of me being happy with Killian. After what you did, how you treated me, you never thought that I would be able to stand back on my feet, did you?” Blake gritted his teeth, unable to deny Hailey was right. “I’m happy with Killian, and I believe you deserve to be with Kaira.” Hailey gave him one last regarding look before she turned to leave but Blake stopped her. “If you can’t be mine…” Hailey halted. “…I won’t let you return to him.” Hailey turned to look at him, and her eyes widened at the gun pointed at her. Before she could say nothing, a bang echoed.

He was a man. Then he woke up in a cage... with boobs. And a dick. Not even a woman. Not a man either. A futa. No memory of how it happened. No warning. Just a System… and a caged body no one explained. Dragged like cargo. Treated like a thing. Then the orcs came… Not to kill her—but to keep her. Not as a slave. As their holy breeder. And they worship her like a fertility idol—with teeth, tongues, and wombs ready. Every night, orc wives brawl to earn her body. And every climax… levels her up. Strength. Stamina. Skills. But her body isn’t hers. Her role isn’t hers. She’s just trying to survive. “Is this really how I’m supposed to get stronger?” In a world where women rule and men obey. She was a man. Now she’s a futa—and every orgasm brings her closer to godhood… or ruin. But this world doesn’t care about her past—only what she can give. Whether she’ll rise, serve… or get bred into something unrecognizable. WARNING: This is a gender-bender futanari novel. MC was a man, now has a female-coded body with both parts. Read tags before judging. Former Male MC | Futa Body | Gender Swap | Universal Breeding System | Multi-Race Harem | Women-Rule World

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.

Chibi Pride: “Look him in the eye, keep your voice steady, and if you need a moment to gather your thoughts, don’t say umm, hold your breath.” Chibi Sloth: “Think… of all the time… we could save…” Chibi Gluttony: “Moderation doesn’t mean abstinences.” Chibi Lust: “Nothing is sexier than a man who brings exotic trophies back from his hunt.” Chibi Wrath: “It’s not even that big a deal, it’s one freaking box man.” Chibi Envy: “Come on Greed, if we don’t get it now, we’ll keep thinking about it, then next time a craving hits, we’ll just want more. Probably something more expensive, or more of it.” Chibi Greed: “It’s. Not. On. The. List.” Max watched the seven tiny forms of the great and powerful seven deadly sins argue… over a box of Lucky Charms. He steadied his shoulders and met the tiny Greed’s eyes blocking the box he’d reached for, “I’ve worked two double shifts this week, yes it’s outside of budget, and not on the list, but...” He took a moment as Chibi Pride nodded encouragingly. “Twice this week I left work so late I was too tired to make anything. Yes, it’s cheaper, yes, it’s healthier, but I need something I can grab on the go, or stuff my face in under ten minutes. I’ll ride my bike to work to cut back bus fares.” Greed glared at his companions, “We’re supposed to work together.” Pride grinned showing all his teeth, “We are.” The other five all grinned at Greed playfully. “I am getting a box of Lucky Charms Greed.” Max didn’t let his voice waver under Greed’s increasingly irate scowl. After a small hesitation, he reached for the box next to Greed, and put it in his cart. When Pride patted his ear he let out the breath he’d been holding as a wide smile spread over his face. Hell yeah! I finally did it! After three months, they, no he, managed to stand his ground. Ryan, the security guard, watched the young man… talk to a box of cereal. All the fucking crazies around here, he hated it when they started talking to themselves. Never knew when one would get violent… at least this kid was a regular… always talking to fruits, vegetables, sometimes the occasional discounted meat. He leaned his head to his walkie talkie, “It’s our fruit negotiator, apparently the cereal isn’t keen on going home with him today. Tell Karen she can relax.” Ruby listened to the chatter as she gave her best customer service smile to their very own special Karen. She’d refused to pay for her four hundred dollars’ worth of groceries until someone verified the crazy guy she’d spotted had been spoken to. Her two crotch goblins still screaming hysterically in the father’s cart… they had to be at least eight years old already… God how much longer was her shift? Ruby checked her phone… seven hours… and twenty-three more minutes… not including her lunch.

I swear to you—though winds may howl, Though earth may crack and heavens scowl— No tide shall break me, no pyre consume, While my blood runs, no doom shall loom. If wolves surround us, teeth like knives, If hope is ash and fear survives, Then let the dark come—I’ll be the spark, The shield, the sword, the arrow’s arc. Clench your fists. Don’t look away. The night is long, but not the day. This oath is written, not in dust— In bone. In fire. In sacred trust. So when the last light trembles, small, When mountains shake and ramparts fall, Know this: I’ll stand where shadows pour— I keep my vows… or burn no more.

Alternate Title: Empire of Teeth For over five centuries, Vampires have ruled the world from impenetrable city-spires and unyielding fortresses, claiming to protect humanity from the savage werewolf plague they helped create. The truth behind their rise lies buried deep beneath the new world order. But when a mining operation in the tundra of Fennur’s Maw uncovers a being thought extinct, a tremor runs through The Blooded Empire’s foundation. He is a barely a man, or so he appears—musclebound, silver-streaked, and golden-eyed. He remembers nothing… not even his name. As he awakens in a world built to fear him, hunted and mistrusted, this Lycan reborn must navigate the blood-soaked politics of a planet held hostage by immortal tyrants and scheming Coven Nobility. But something stirs in the shadows—ancestral spirits, elemental forces, and long-dead memories claw their way to the surface. The Lycan race lost the war half a century ago. But the Lycan soul never vanished. It was waiting. ********* No System, No Academy, No Harem. If you’re a fan of Underworld, Noblesse and Garou Lore of WTA, then I think you’ll really like this novel since I took inspiration from all three when crafting this story. You can also find this story with a few extra chapters on Royal Road under the same title: Empire of Teeth ************* Extra tags: Martial Arts, Social Commentary, Uprising, Historical, War and Military, Cyber-Punk, Solar-Punk, Soft Sci-Fi ************** WHAT TO EXPECT? A unique and engaging DUAL power system. Not one, but two power systems that have narrative cohesion and purpose. Steady progression. despite the lack of exp from kills and stat points, the mc and his pack will steadily grow in ways that are felt and clearly understood. Tight pacing. not a lot of room for dilly dallying unless there’s a purpose. Commentary. There won’t be hamfisted political opinions or anything like that, but I will use the medium of Lycans to explore how wolves are highly misunderstood and used to push gendered agendas and fear monger etc. I’ll also explore the concepts of class and other things becahse why not. An Mc that’s lowkey similar to dbs broly. especially in the beginning. Tragedy. but not without purpose. Great fight scenes. I think martial arts and how it connects to different cultures and experiences is fascinating and I’ve used that as a way to explore the lore of lycans so many fight scenes will be more than a fight. they’ll also be an experience and dive into the past. nothing too overwhelming or drawn out though. trust.

Grace Harper has always been an outsider—raised in a wolf pack that never truly accepted her, adopted by an alpha with too many secrets. When her ex-boyfriend leaves her for his mate and the truth of her adoption comes to light, Grace knows she has to leave… or die trying. But her path to freedom slams into the Lycan King. Cold, powerful, and burdened by the ghosts of a past he refuses to share, Caine doesn’t want Grace in his world. He doesn’t believe she belongs in any world but her own. And yet, with fate tethering their souls, his control begins to crack. Grace never asked for his protection. She never asked to want him, either. But something ancient is waking, and the deeper she dives into the truth of her past, the more she realizes: maybe she was never meant to be free. Maybe she was meant to change everything. Starting with him. ---- *Grace of a Wolf* is the slightly unhinged romance between a human girl with inconvenient human morals and her mildly sociopathic fated mate—who also happens to be the Lycan King and has the emotional intelligence of a rock. Thankfully, their dangerously magnetic bond is (barely) balanced by found family chaos, a buttload of magic, and a fated mate connection that might actually kill her if they touch. Oops. Just when you think you’re reading *yet another werewolf story*, the plot and worldbuilding sneak up behind you with claws, teeth, and actual stakes. It’s slow-burn, emotionally messy, and laced with the kind of tension that could kill—or kiss—you. --- **WARNINGS:** R18: Smutty smut smut. Also, dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery. A **slow burn**, spicy wolf shifter urban fantasy romance with a lot of random plot trying to knot-block everything. When the spice hits, please read responsibly. Thank you~ [WSA 2025 Contest Entry]