Pulse Ratana Satis

In the scorching village of Ẹkààrò, hunger runs deeper than the cracked red earth. Iyiola known simply as Iyi is no ordinary young man. Born with water in his lungs and stars in his palms, he carries a restless hunger that food cannot fill. What he truly craves is gold a symbol of power, wealth, and escape from a life tethered by poverty. By day, Iyi drifts through the dusty streets stained by Lagos grime. By night, he dives into the flickering glow of cyber cafes, hacking and scamming his way toward a dream that slips further away with every stolen dime. When danger closes in, he flees into the rain-soaked shadows, chased not just by men but by something ancient and unseen. An enigmatic herbalist offers Iyi a cryptic choice: to leave the world he knows behind and journey into a hidden realm where true wealth is weighed not by coins or diamonds, but by the soul’s price. With a bar of black soap pulsing like a heartbeat in his hands, Iyi steps into a world both familiar and surreal a silent market where riches vanish like smoke and where he is no longer one of them. The Weight of Gold is a gripping urban fantasy that explores the price of ambition, the pull of heritage, and the perilous quest for a treasure that could cost everything. Will Iyi find the gold he seeks or lose himself chasing it?

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

In the shadow of a cursed rose estate, Seraphina Veyne flees the ashes of her burning village, her heart shattered by the loss of her family and the haunting echo of her mother’s final words: “You are moonblooded.” Stumbling into the arms of Elias, a brooding vampire lord with crimson eyes and a guarded soul, she discovers a power within her blood that bends the lunar tides—a power that marks her as both savior and prey. As the roses around her weep crimson tears, a rugged werewolf alpha, Kael, emerges from the night, claiming her as the key to his pack’s survival, igniting a forbidden love triangle that threatens to consume her.Torn between Elias’s possessive promises of eternity and Kael’s fierce devotion, Seraphina awakens to her moonblooded heritage, a rare lineage coveted by warring vampire and werewolf clans. Guided by visions of her past and the pulsing magic of a silver locket, she trains to harness her lunar gifts, only to uncover a chilling truth: an ancient moonblooded elder has orchestrated the chaos, manipulating her destiny for a dark ascension. As betrayal cuts deeper than any claw, Seraphina must navigate a treacherous truce, confront the ghosts of her guilt, and unleash a storm of power that could unite—or destroy—her fractured world.In a climactic battle beneath a blood-red moon, Seraphina’s sacrifice shatters the elder’s reign, but at a devastating cost that binds her power to a sinister legacy. Rejecting the men who claim her heart, she rises as a lone force of hope, only to face a new shadow lurking in the roses—a threat that promises to unravel everything. Will the blood of the moonlit rose bloom into salvation, or drown her in eternal night

The gods burned his empire to the ground. Now, its ruins might burn him alive. In the ashen corpse of Draal, where the sky never clears and the dead still whisper, scavengers like Kael Varros survive by looting what’s left—melted bones, shattered relics, forgotten sins. But buried beneath the cinders, Kael unearths something far worse: the crown of the Forgotten King, fused with molten glass, pulsing with a memory that isn’t his—and a curse that refuses to stay buried. Haunted by visions of fire and betrayal, hunted by ash-born wraiths, and stalked by zealots who would see him silenced, Kael is thrust into a legacy soaked in blood and forgotten oaths. The crown remembers what the world wants to forget—the gods’ lies, the empire’s ruin, and the rebellion that nearly consumed them all. And now, Kael wears its curse. But the ashes haven’t cooled… and the past isn’t done burning.

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

THE SUPER HUNTER SYSTEM #ArtemisProtocol Something dark has awakened in the wilds. Not just a monster, but a dark entity. Nature is screaming. Creatures are vanishing.Shadows stalk the trees. When the balance of nature is threatened, the wild chooses its champion. Struck by lightning deep in the forest, Keith awakens with the mark of Artemis—the Goddess of Hunting—and a mysterious elemental system pulsing through his veins. [ Congratulations! You have received Artemis Blessings] [ Super Hunter System initiated...] [ Loading...] "Take this power with you, and hunt down that wicked monster for me." But unknown to him.... The final boss is not a stranger.And some monsters… were never meant to be hunted. Loaded with quests, dark lore,system upgrades, secrets and tint of ROMANCE—SUPER HUNTER SYSTEM is your next obsession. Welcome. Your first quest awaits you.

I died saving a child. Not because I was brave. Because no one else moved—and I was too numb to care anymore. I thought that would be the end. But something broke open inside me when I died— And now I’ve been reborn in a world where power pulses through the soul, and your worth is measured by the color in your eyes. Most awaken Gray. Some become Green. A rare few shine Violet. Me? I was born with nothing. But whatever I am... it doesn’t belong in their system. And someday, it’s going to break it.

Power forgotten. Legacy betrayed. This time, he will burn it all to the ground—if it doesn't devour him first. Lucien Velentis, heir to one of the Empire's four great ducal houses, was once nothing but a shadow—mocked, discarded, and ultimately destroyed. But fate gave him a second chance. Reborn years before his downfall, Lucien now hides the terrifying truth: a mysterious artifact bound to him, pulsing with forbidden power... the Crest of Ruin. As political games stir within the Velentis Duchy and vassals eye his fall, Lucien prepares—not to survive, but to conquer. He’ll train harder. Think sharper. And never again trust blindly. With a sharp tongue, deadly magic, and loyal allies (and stalkers), he carves a new path—one that leads straight through betrayals, obsessions, and battles only prodigies dare dream of. Even if he must sacrifice his soul... this time, Velentis will rise.

She was the villainess who died by the sword of the man she loved. Now reborn, she vows to rewrite her fate even if magic, betrayal, and love try to drag her back. Lady Seraphina von Aurelian was feared as the “Rose of Thorns” a cold, calculating noblewoman accused of poisoning the empire’s beloved princess. Betrayed by allies, hated by the court, and executed by Crown Prince Kael her er own husband her story ended in fire and blood. But fate gives her a second chance. Waking up five years before her death, Seraphina is determined to change everything. No more court games. No more deadly ambition. And most importantly no more falling for the cold-hearted prince who destroyed her. But the past refuses to die quietly. A mysterious magical mark pulses beneath her skin. Old enemies return, but with new masks. And Kael the man who once sentenced her to death seems drawn to her like never before. As forbidden magic awakens and secrets unravel, Seraphina must decide: Will she walk the path of redemption... or become the villainess the empire truly fears? Because this time, if she dies there won’t be another chance.

The fitness fanatic changed everything.

He was the strongest cultivator in his realm until a black hole ended his final battle. Now he's in a world ruled by Pulse Genes, dungeon guilds, livestreamed raids, and superpowered heroes. Gin Maximus spent over two millennia mastering chi only to wake up in a modern Earth where magic is outdated, power comes from instincts, and no one even knows what cultivation is. Declared an anomaly, he's imprisoned for seven years… until he's released into a world that fights monsters for fame and fortune. But Gin isn't like the others. He doesn't want money, or followers. He wants to understand his limits. Because in this world, power is born from belief and Gin believes in one thing only: “To survive, I must cultivate.” With a Pulse power unlike anything this world has ever seen, a camera crew of misfits, and an obsession with a missing S-Rank hero, Gin sets out to become the strongest once again. Even if he has to punch through every gate and kingdom to do it.

Facing extinction, humanity seeks salvation in the Astral Verge, a dangerous dimension accessed via portals that threatened to wipe out the entire planet. Few years later, aspiring recruit Daniel Vance enters the Verge for his final assessment, hoping to Awaken a Talent and secure his future. While others gain common abilities, Daniel secretly Awakens the mythical SSS-Grade Talent: [Soul Assimilation]. This allows him to absorb essence, enhancing gear, gaining stats and EXP from slain creatures, and crucially, absorbing attributes and skills from fallen Awakened. Witnessing the swift death of the arrogant Jaxon Rex, Daniel makes a grim choice: he assimilates Jaxon, gaining his first skill, [Kinetic Pulse]. This sets his path: scavenging the aftermath of others’ battles. He enhances gear and, after achieving his first kill on an injured beast, waits patiently to assimilate two more fallen recruits, acquiring [Quick Step] and the invaluable passive [Aura Sense]. Starting as average, Daniel rapidly gains power in secret, enhanced gear, multiple skills, and boosted stats , far exceeding his peers while remaining outwardly unremarkable. He navigates the lethal Verge alone, using its inherent dangers to fuel his growth, wrestling with the moral cost of his unique, overwhelming power.

In Port Sterling’s city of holographic towers and hidden secrets, Elara Meng dances to reclaim her mother’s legacy from the sinister Project Phoenix—a corporate conspiracy fusing art with control. Trapped by Kian Huo, her conflicted captor and lover, Elara redefines the hypnotic Phoenix Dance into a weapon of defiance. As the Phoenix Foundation’s gala looms, secrets unravel: Detective Julian Zheng hunts a killer linked to a cryptic video, while Liam Feng risks his family’s fragile empire to expose the Huo dynasty’s dark truths. Guided by the haunting “Matriarch’s Melody,” Elara’s performance will be no tribute—it’s a rebellion broadcast live. But with Seraphina, the shadowy architect, orchestrating from the dark, every step could be her last. Waltz in a Cage is a pulse-pounding psychological thriller blending dark romance and corporate intrigue, where art becomes resistance, and every choice risks everything. Will Elara rise like a phoenix, or be consumed by the flames of betrayal?

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

Year 2035. A groundbreaking game—"Glory Lords: Arcane War"—takes the world by storm. With cutting-edge VR immersion, players can feel the pulse of magic, the tremors of battle, and the weight of every decision. But more than just a game, it becomes the ultimate stage for global esports. Elite teams rise, billion-dollar prize pools emerge, and the entire world is swept into the frenzy. But for Ethan Parker, this isn’t just a game. It’s a gamble with fate itself. Las Vegas. Midnight. A secret high-stakes game. On the table lies the world’s only Legendary-tier artifact—the Stone of Glory. Its value? Far beyond a billion dollars. Because hidden within it is a secret—one that can rewrite the very rules of reality. Ethan bets everything. And loses. In that moment, he doesn’t just lose the artifact—he loses his future. Then, the world changes. The game and reality merge. Earth is no longer the world it once was. Society collapses, replaced by a brutal new order where a person’s rank in "Glory Lords: Arcane War" determines their status in real life. The strongest players become kings. The weakest? Slaves. And the one who won the Stone of Glory—Griffin Musk—rises to absolute power, ruling over this new world as its supreme leader. As for Ethan? Once the #1 player in the world, he loses everything—his account, his status, his freedom. Reduced to the lowest class, he suffers, tortured until his final breath. But now—he’s back. Reborn with the memories of his past life, he returns to the moment it all began. This time, he wins the gamble. This time, he won’t let the world fall into Griffin’s hands. But fate has more in store for him… When he logs into the game, he realizes something is off. Not only is he the first player in the world to own private territory, but he also acquires something unheard of—the only Legendary-tier unit in existence: the Green Dragon. And then—something even more shocking. These two Green Dragons aren’t just powerful units. They’re heroes. With growth potential and combat abilities surpassing even top-tier players, they have the power to change the course of the entire game. At that moment, Ethan knows—his path to the top has begun. But the real world isn’t done with him yet. Governments, military forces, corporate giants, secret organizations—and even Griffin himself—are now watching his every move. This time, it’s not just about revenge. This time, he’s taking control of the future. The war of heroes has only just begun…

Alex River, a rising star in the world of ancient biology, and his mother—a brilliant archaeologist—unearth the fossilized remains of a creature that defies every rule of science. That night, their discovery turns deadly. A shadowy organization demands the fossil. Ethan refuses. His mother dies protecting him, and as he lies bleeding, his blood seeps into the ancient bones. The fossil reacts. Something awakens. Alex’s consciousness fades into a void of blood and metal, only to awaken inside a coffin under a blood moon, in a body that isn’t his. He emerges from the coffin drenched in ancient blood, reborn as a vampire prince — pale, powerful, and cursed. But something’s different. He is not just vampire... a dragon’s will pulses in his veins. And then… [Bloodwing System Installed] Welcome, Hybrid Vessel. Power is lust. Lust is power. Begin conquest.

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now? ⸻ Volume 2: The Fracture Astra Vale survived recursion. She survived Zero. But now reality itself is breaking—and each fracture shows her a version of life she could have lived… or never escaped. Memories are overlapping. Faces are returning twisted. Entire timelines are being collapsed and erased—by a failsafe protocol that calls itself “The Fracture.” Astra is the only one who remembers the original world. And the only one who can decide which version of truth survives. But with every step forward, another version of her awakens. And one of them? Might not want to give this reality back.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

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."

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

In the grimy Black Hound Tavern, disgraced hunter Kael Veymar drowns his failures in ale, his father’s shattered crest a noose around his neck. When a Fallen beast attacks him—spewing acid and cryptic threats about the Harbinger—he’s saved by Lyria, a rogue huntress with a deadly smile and a glowing amulet: the Fractalis, stolen by Kael’s father. Their reunion is cut short by Dren, Kael’s former brother-in-arms, who slit Garrik’s throat for the Guild. After a vicious alley fight, Lyria helps Kael escape, but not before a Fallen’s ooze sears his flesh, leaving veins of corruption that **pulse with the Harbinger’s voice. Seeking answers, they flee to Ms. Miller, an old ally who gifts Kael a sword and a warning: "Find Torin. The skulls will whistle your name." But the Guild is closing in. At Celestis Rise Dren is humiliated for his failure, while the Dozen Vanguards receive a bone-chilling letter—its author dead, its ink fresh. The stakes sharpen: - The Fractalis is not what it seems. - And Garrik Veymar’s shadow stretches long from the grave. Now, Kael and Lyria ride toward Godsgrave, where Hunter blades go to die—and where the Harbinger’s eclipse waits to rise. join the books' discord server https://discord.gg/8aRszmmbwf

Five years ago, Anastasia Laurent broke his heart. To her, their college romance was just a careless game—toying with a love she never took seriously. To Dante Alexander Montgomery, it was the ultimate betrayal. Now, he’s back. No longer the lovesick senior she abandoned—but a ruthless billionaire who owns half the city. When Anastasia’s best friend begs her to go on a blind date in her place and ruin it, she agrees—after all, how bad could it be? Bad. Very bad. Because her date? Dante. And he’s not just here to rekindle old flames. He’s here to destroy her. Before she can run, Dante traps her in a deal she never saw coming: Marriage. Publicly, they’ll be the perfect billionaire power couple. Privately? He’ll make her regret the day she walked away. But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, Anastasia realizes one thing— She thought she was done with Dante. But Dante was never done with her. --- Excerpt "You think you can run from me again, Anastasia?” Dante's voice was calm, but the storm in his eyes told another story. She backed into the wall, pulse racing as he stalked closer, his towering frame cutting off every escape route. “I-I’m not—” she stammered. His fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his cold gaze. “You didn’t just break my heart,” he murmured darkly. “You shattered it. And now? Now, you’ll pay for it.” Her breath hitched. “Congratulations, Anastasia,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. “You just became my wife.”

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

One by one, the bodies fell. The mask opened and fed on them all, while a nauseating heat spread through his guts. A cascade of notifications appeared: [30 blood points acquired.] [Demonic wolf abilities obtained.] [Mission completed. Progress: 10/4.] [Skill acquired: Night Vision Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Regeneration Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Super Hearing Level 1.] Josuke breathed hard, hands shaking. —Good…— he gasped —At least… I got something… The system updated with a metallic chime: [Mission complete. Congratulations, host. Please review your statistics.] A red floating panel opened, displaying a skill tree full of gray icons and a few pulsing in red. —This is… like a damn videogame— he whispered bitterly. He glanced down to the stats section: Strength: Level 40 Speed: Level 40 Endurance: Level 40 Attack: Level 50 —My attack… ten points higher…— he murmured in a thin voice. The system spoke in a neutral tone: [BLOOD SYSTEM]: You may use the 190 blood points acquired to increase attributes.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

For most of her life, Lyla was ordinary—school, routines, the quietness of a simple town. But when shadows stir and strangers come to whisper of her as prophecy, the veil between her world and another tears open. Thrust into a realm pulsing with ancient magic, wondrous beings, and creatures born of myth, Lyla discovers a power within her that refuses to sleep once awoken. Something is calling her—something old, something immense. She isn’t just part of this new world... she is the key to its future.

So-called Taisu pulse is a form of physiognomy, which can discern nobility and lowliness, foresee auspicious and ominous events, predict misfortune and fortune. Good sir, do you dare to let me feel your pulse? One pulse reading is worth a thousand gold! Look, making money is so easy, isn't it? Ah, phooey! Living two lives, Qin Liuxi's ideal is always to get by without striving for advancement, because in the world, there are always those who are willing to be lazy and not seek progress, and she is fit for such worthless tasks! But when a whole family shows up miserably and pitifully in front of her, Qin Liuxi's days as a slacker are over. Faced with the precarious Qin family in a state of distress, a maid beggar with an empty money box asking for business, Qin Liuxi has no choice but to shoulder the duties of the eldest lady, managing the household, supporting elders, and child-rearing! Qin Liuxi: I clearly got the script as a slacker, who switched it up? A cousin who questions her existence after being scolded by the eldest lady: I feel like the big sister looks at us like we're trouble! Qin Fourth Young Master, who was beaten and taught a lesson by the eldest lady: Be bolder, remove the feeling! Qin Fifth Young Master, who was lectured into a state of introversion by the eldest lady, solemnly counts on his fingers to answer questions about what the big sister is useless at: She can exorcise demons and ghosts, read faces and draw charms, heal and save people. Oh, which one did you ask about? Later, someone asked Qin Liuxi, if life could start over, what would her dream be? Qin Liuxi remained silent for a long time: To not strive for progress and to live for a hundred years!

They lived separate lives. They carried different scars. And yet… fate led them to the same place — a forest beyond time, untouched by the world they knew. ▪️ Hana Yamamoto — a student prodigy with a soul meant to dance. ▪️ Lee Joon — a K-pop idol adored by millions but drowning beneath perfection. ▪️ Park Soojin — a young CEO with a legacy built on betrayal. ▪️ Wang Xuan — a billionaire’s spoiled son drowning in silence and parties. ▪️ Vihaan Malhotra — a born artist, bound by his father’s expectations. ▪️ Meera Chauhan — a business-minded girl raised in the shadow of loss. ▪️ Lina Chen — a ruthless woman who built an empire, but never found peace. ▪️ Hiroshi Tanaka — a doctor’s son passionate about cooking, but broken by guilt. There are no roads here. No phones. No time. Just trees that breathe, soil that remembers, and the weight of memories they thought they had buried for good. They come from different worlds — each one carrying wounds deeper than the skin, regrets they never voiced, and choices they can’t undo. And yet, they wake up in the same place. A forest unlike anything they’ve known — untouched by the world, but pulsing with something ancient. Rooted in Indian tradition, the forest doesn’t just offer shelter. It offers confrontation. Yoga. Meditation. Martial arts. Ancient wisdom passed through whispers and wind. These are no longer traditions. They’re survival. The eight begin a journey not just through the forest — but through themselves. Friendships will form in silence. Rivalries will spark in shadows. And love may bloom — even in the most unlikely hearts. But not all of them are ready to heal. Not all of them want to be saved. This is not a dream. This is not redemption. This is the Odyssey of Eight.