Stain Bloodlust

Synopsis: In a world where Alphas rule with absolute power, Alpha Caidren Thorne stands above them all—a warlord feared for his cruelty, a ruler whose hands are stained with the blood of both enemies and kin. His lands are harsh, his rule even harsher, and his name alone is enough to strike terror into the hearts of those who hear it. But there is a darker truth hidden beneath his legend. Every Omega sent to him has perished. No one knows why. No one dares to ask. Some whisper that his presence alone is enough to snuff out their fragile lives, that no Omega can withstand his brutality. Others say that he is cursed, doomed to be alone forever. But Caidren does not care. He has never let anyone close—not a mate, not a lover, not even his own people. His heart is stone, and his hands are weapons. When the noble House Velmire is forced to offer him an Omega, they do not send their treasured daughter. Instead, they send Elias—an adopted outcast, a boy without a place in their world. Elias has spent his life alone, unwanted, and now, he is being sent to a fate worse than death. And when he arrives at the Bloodfang Stronghold, he is welcomed by a scene of horror. A man clothed in black can be seen writhing in agony. Blood soaking the ground. And standing above it all, delivering judgment with cold precision, is Alpha Caidren. Elias’ fear takes root instantly. This man is no savior. He is death itself. Caidren barely acknowledges him, dismissing him with a single glance. Another Omega. Another life that will soon disappear. But Elias does not die. Days pass. Then weeks. And for the first time, an Omega survives. Elias is not weak. He is not fragile. He is not like the others. And against every instinct, every warning, Caidren begins to take notice. What starts as indifference turns to fascination. What was once just another burden soon becomes something the Alpha refuses to let go of. For the first time in his life, Caidren is afraid—not of war, not of death, but of the one thing he never thought he could have. And when enemies rise and threaten to take Elias away, Caidren will burn the world to keep his Omega safe.

"To him, her voice was his favorite sound, her warm breath against his skin his favorite feeling, her eyes, his favorite mirror, her neck, his favorite place to leave his mark of ownership.' Abandoned in a lonely palace tower, Princess Loreille was nothing more than a stain on the royal valentine bloodline- detested, forgotten and easily discarded. When she gets arranged to be shipped off to Galileo - an old ruthless king who rules the kingdom of Vathosa, she gets saved by her mysterious bodyguard whose identity remained unknown. Reagan infiltrated the Valentine kingdom and became Loreille bodyguard to find out the hidden truth that caused his family and kingdom to be wiped off the earth. Revenge burned in his heart as he planned to kill everyone in the Valentine kingdom, his blade was meant for them all including Loreille. However, when he finds her injured, bruised and broken something inside him shifts. Rage was replaced with blood- not at her but for her. The people who hurt her would suffer. Each and everyone of them would experience a different pain than her's worse than death. When past secrets concerning Loreille's true identity and the hidden reason the truce between the five kingdoms broke apart, will they survive the deep rooted Storm that threatens to consume them both and get their happily ever after or will their fate be written in blood?

In a world where strength reigns supreme, Lin Shu walks a path paved with blood and ambition. Marked by ruthless determination, he seeks power above all else, casting aside weakness, mercy, and anything that stands in his way. His journey is one of endless trials, each battle shaping him into something more fearsome, more relentless. To him, domination is not a goal—it is the only path. His hands are stained with the lives of those who dared to cross him, his gaze cold and unreadable, reflecting the abyss he has embraced. He does not chase honor, nor does he care for bonds; all that matters is the ascent, no matter the cost. As he carves his way forward, leaving ruin in his wake, one question lingers: when power is all that remains, what will be left of the man who sought it?

The Duke Who Swore Loyalty to the Queen Synopsis: In his first life, Alexander Valtor was the feared Duke of Valtor, of the Aurelio Empire, known as the empire’s most ruthless noble. Accused of murdering his own family for power,even though he denied it he was eventually betrayed and executed, his name forever stained in history. But death was not his end. Instead, he was reborn in a completely different world—Earth. Born as Arthur Lancaster in 1918, he grew up in the United Kingdom and joined the military as World War II erupted. With the experience of his past life, he quickly rose through the ranks, becoming one of Britain’s most decorated soldiers. He served under two queens, first Queen Elizabeth I and later Queen Elizabeth II, dedicating his life to the monarchy and his country. As the highest-ranking officer in the British Army, he commanded armies, shaped wars, and became a living legend. Even in old age, his loyalty never wavered. At 105 years old, after a lifetime of service, he passed away peacefully. But when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his 16-year-old body, standing in the empire that once condemned him. This time, he has no intention of bending his knee to an emperor he does not recognize. His only allegiance is to the queens he once served, even if they don't exist in this world. Leaving behind his noble title, he walks away from the empire, determined to live by his own rules. Yet as war looms on the horizon, his instincts as a soldier refuse to stay buried. The empire does not know it yet, but the man they once feared has returned—and this time, he fights on his own terms.

Devastated by the death of her destined mate and her family, Reana refused to choose another mate for three years. But with the council breathing down her neck, she had no other choice but to consider her options: Beta Ryan, the one who was chosen by the pack to become her second chance mate. But to everyone's surprise, she chose a servant, Ryder. The pack members and the council were livid. How could they bow to a servant turned Alpha? It was already enough that their Black Moon Pack was magnanimous to strays – in the past, giving them a home and work to help their living conditions, but now, one of such people would become their Alpha? Impossible! No way! What if Ryder was a spy? An enemy in disguise? Meanwhile, Ryder, the servant, was more than that. He was the feared and revered Alpha Snow of the Southern Islands - the dared-devil who was at war with the moon goddess for three lifetimes, just for Reana. And this lifetime, he was going all out, laying all his cards down. Who cares what he has to become just to claim his woman? Since Reana would not marry an Alpha from other packs, yet, was destined to become a Luna, then joining her pack as a 'pitiful' servant was his best bet. *** Reana's heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way Ryder said 'My Luna' that sent a shiver down her spine. The possessive undertone was unmistakable, and for a moment, Reana felt a flutter in her chest. She looked away, trying to compose herself. Perhaps, he didn't mean it that way, after all, he was the first to call her that. It was either 'Luna Reana' or plainly 'Luna.' With this conclusion, she turned back to him, her face cold and indifferent as usual, intending to respond. "You're my cho—" She stopped herself, her gaze drifting to the smudge of blood on his cheek. She didn't like the stain; it marred his handsome face like a drop of red ink on a white ceremonial dress. Without thinking, Reana reached out to clean the blood. As her hand made contact with his warm skin, a jolt of electricity coursed through her. Startled and about to withdraw her hand, Ryder suddenly leaned into her touch. Reana's heart skipped another beat. Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Does My Luna find me worthy to become her chosen mate?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I think I have good qualities. I don't have a mate, nor have I ever touched any woman. I'm still a virgin…" *** Please, check the comment first, then prologue chapter before you dive into the story. It's very, very important. More tags~ #Rebirth #Obsession

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

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]

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

This is a forgotten era, more ancient than the age of Yan and Huang, where the land was vast, and the sky was filled with the scent of blood.This is a dark period for humanity, a time when the Hundred Clans, more ferocious than vengeful ghosts, burned cities and bathed the land in blood.This is the soul of a slumbering warrior, one who has been dormant for hundreds of millions of years, a soul whose blood burns hotter than the sun, destined to conquer the eight directions and stain the heavens in crimson.... In this world, humanity only believes in itself. They do not seek immortals, do not worship gods, and do not revere Buddha—because all of them are enemies! I am a novice writer, and this is my first work. There may be some vocabulary and grammatical expression errors in the content and structure of the article. I kindly ask for your understanding and patience

Love; is it nothing but a fleeting emotion? Is it something that makes a human better or worse? Does love equal obsession or does obsession equal love? Francisco loved Lydia to the point of no return, to the point where he stained his hands red with blood. His love transfigured into obsession when the thought and risk of losing came up again; he was willing to go to any height to keep her to himself. Lydia, being imprisoned in her own home, accepted Francisco's insanity as love and let him save her. However, after their bloody twists and turns, they left a remanent, a spark that will come to bite them in the future.

[WSA ENTRY 2025] In a world where power reigns supreme, Zoey Monroe was born with nothing. Labeled "Mana-less" in a society of Hunters, she was the stain on the prestigious Monroe Family, a shame to one of Sunrow City's most powerful bloodlines. Ridiculed, ostracized, and treated as less than human, Zoey endured years of scorn. Until one day, at seventeen, she made a choice—to leave it all behind. Six months later, struggling to make ends meet in the city, Zoey’s life takes an unexpected turn. After another grueling day at work, she returns home, only to witness a dungeon rift tearing open behind her apartment. Drawn by curiosity—and the desperate hunger for change—she steps inside. But the dungeon is merciless. Death looms over her, suffocating, inevitable... until— [Enough Mana Has Been Accumulated!] [Error! A mysterious system has already been bound to the host. Adjusting...] [Ding! Installing the A Hundred Times System!] In an instant, Zoey's fate is rewritten. From outcast to overpowered, from weakling to warrior—the path to greatness has begun. This is her story.

At the beginning, he said: “Little concubine from Jiangning County, what an insult to status, I won't marry!” After seeing it, he tsk-tsk: “It's so weak, it's too weak, I don't want it!” When she came to the door alone with a marriage certificate, he stood leaning against the door and smiled subduedly, “Come and let me marry you? But I don't want to marry young!” Knowing that she came to divorce the engagement, his complexion was completely dark, and he wanted to kill someone gloomyly, “Who gave you the courage to withdraw the young master's engagement?” … Su Rong felt that Princess Duanhua might be blind. This person is so pampered, how could it be worth her to die and live for him? If I had known, when she saw him for the first time, she threw the divorce letter in his face. ————————————— The hibiscus pillow is delicate and springy, and the hall is full of flowers drunk without knowing it. ——Su Rong A young man in fresh clothes and angry horse walks, and his whole life is a mistake. ——Zhou Gu Your wish is my wish, I wish to know you early, to protect you with brocade red in the jade hall, break through obstacles, cut thorns, hands are not stained with blood, clean, and I am the gentle and soft little girl I first saw. Your wish is my wish, I wish I had known you earlier, when you were bright and bright, I was careful not to approach, frightened the sparrows, and prayed to turn into the moon in the sky, projected into your arms, to accompany you to see the flowers in spring and the snow in winter, and Changan every year.

When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.

The sinful acts of humanity bring forth a great calamity upon themselves, or so they thought. Supernatural Emergence happened. Supernatural creatures start to come out of nowhere and forcefully claim half of the Earth and massacre any humans that cross their paths. All of them are too powerful, dozens of countries fall under their diabolic claws. Humanity was pushed against the corner. But things started to turn around when humanity began to awaken magical powers. Awakened is the name for those who awaken these powers blessed by the Gods, and they become the pillars of humanity. Rex Silverstar is a normal boy who has a traumatic experience. On the day of the Supernatural Emergence, a Werewolf takes everything he has. He lost his family and his home, left alone in this cruel world. What drives him to live every day is his deep hatred towards the Supernaturals. Joining the military in the hope of helping exterminate the Supernaturals from an early age, he found out that it's impossible to kill the Werewolf that was responsible for killing his parents without being an Awakened. On a fateful night, in a near-death experience, he's given a chance by the full moon. It was the turning point of his life. Obtaining a System that allows him to become stronger, having the potential to match and surpass the Supernaturals, Rex was ecstatic until he saw his stats window. "I'M NOT A WEREWOLF!!" "Daily quest failed, sanity stat has been decreased by 20%!" "Sanity stat is too low, you are unable to contain the blood moon blessing!" "Starting forceful transformation!" "WHAT?! I'm a human! What transformation?!" "You are overwhelmed with bloodlust!" ----- Join my discord: https://discord.gg/cg6a5sBkpJ Support me here: https://ko-fi.com/mrboogey13 ----- I do not own the cover of the book, if you made it and want to take it down just say so and I will immediately change it.

Warning: This book contains mature content. About the story This story is a mysterious suspense and romance story about a girl who had a contract marriage with a mysterious but heartless billionaire in other for her to pay the debts of her father who was on sick bed. Watch how this story unfolds. Avery was a young girl who was used as a collateral to pay for the debts her father owed in form of a contract marriage to a mysterious but heartless billionaire who made her life a living hell not knowing he already fell in love with her at first sight.Will Avery accept his love and forgive him for all what he did ? " Who are you?" She asked calmly as tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Fear was evident in her voice. You don't need to know. The deep voice said and before she could fathom what he was about to do. He stabbed her. Avery was so shock as she felt the sharp piercing of the dagger thrust through her as blood flowed down her abdomen staining her pink dress. She fell to the ground as blood kept gushing out of her stabbed abdomen. James twisted the doorknob and entered inside only to see Avery on the floor. "I love you Avery. I am sorry for maltreating you. James said as he hugged her tightly. Am sorry for realizing late. He said as he held the dying girl in his hand."

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is acting all weird? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?

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

"I have two souls in my body, he is my shadow, and I am his sun. However, we both agreed to protect you from all dangers in this world, even if it costs our dead” • • • Ruby Barnette, a werewolf who was born mute, was rejected by the alpha after the Moon Goddess announced her as the Luna. Not long after that, Ruby was also kicked out by her family because she was considered a stain that damaged the Barnette Family's name. When Ruby was threatened with being homeless, the Lycan King of the Veritas Kingdom, Matthew Harrelle, came to the front gate of Barnette’s Mansion and asked Ruby to be his mate. Matthew Harelle was known as the Lycan King who was violent and cruel. Rumor has it that he could kill his soldiers on a rampage. Some say that Matthew has killed his parents. Because of these rumors, many women would rather die than become Matthew's mate. However, Ruby willingly accepted Matthew's offer because she had no other place to live, and living as a beggar was risking her life. She was also willing to give birth to an heir to Matthew as long as Matthew would cure her insane mother. Unexpectedly, it turns out that there was a secret behind Matthew's personality. The Lycan King, famous for being as cold as winter, also has a personality that could beat the sun's warmth. After getting to knew him better, the abandoned werewolf would soon find that she was in love with the cruel Lycan. What was Matthew’s real reason to chose Ruby as his mate? Was it possible for Ruby, who was always surrounded by misfortune, could feel the warmth of love from the cruel Lycan King? - - - Art Cover by nonu_gee (IG) Follow my instagram @Zenanicher

Roxana Oberon had reborn five times, and all those times, she had to experience a painful death because of her husband. In her sixth life, Roxana summoned a demon from hell and made a contract with the demon to take revenge on those who had bestowed misery on her. However, Roxana did not expect she summoned the Third Prince of Hell or also commonly known as The Demon Lust, who later would be called as Damian Hesperos. Damian was willing to give Roxana anything to avenge her revenge as long as Roxana fulfilled the demon's lust. And Roxana was willing to do anything as long as she could avenge her revenge. In the end, the demon, who was known as a creature of hell and stained with sin, became the only creature that could bring happiness to Roxana. Would Roxana be able to get her revenge with the help of the demon? Could the relationship between Roxana and The Demon make Roxana happier?

Protagonist: Huang Zhong: Male, 17 years old at the beginning of the story, in the critical period of youth rebellion. He is thin, with slightly messy short hair, and his eyes are often stubborn and confused. Because he grew up in a repressive family environment for a long time, he is sensitive and has a strong self-esteem. He usually wears simple T-shirts and jeans, and there are occasionally some stains on his clothes, which is a small portrayal of his unruly life. He lives with his parents in a residential building in an old community. The small and dim room carries his countless sleepless nights. The walls of the room are covered with posters of his favorite rock bands, which is his yearning for freedom. Key characters: Father: Male, in his forties, an ordinary factory worker, busy all day for the family's livelihood. Long-term fatigue makes him slightly hunched, and his face is full of traces of time. He is not good at speaking and has serious communication barriers with Huang Zhong. When Huang Zhong rebels and makes mistakes, he always treats him in a simple and rough way, which also deepens the gap between father and son. Mother: Female, also in her forties, is an ordinary housewife with a gentle but somewhat cowardly personality. Faced with the conflict between her husband and son, she often feels powerless and can only cry secretly. She always manages the big and small affairs of the family, trying to maintain this shaky home with silent efforts. Best friend: Male, about the same age as Huang Zhong, a boy with a generous personality and a strong sense of friendship. He is tall and strong, with two deep dimples when he smiles, giving people a sunny and cheerful feeling. He and Huang Zhong met on the street and experienced many rebellious days together. When Huang Zhong was in danger, he always stood up without hesitation. The injury that time to protect Huang Zhong became an important opportunity for Huang Zhong's life transformation.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

Luo chen’s past was etched in blood and betrayal. On that rain-lashed night when his fiancée emptied his accounts and her lover shattered his kneecaps, the once-promising heir crawled through muddied alleys, his empire of ambition crumbling with each agonized breath. Left to rot beneath neon-lit skyscrapers, he clutched a jade pendant stained with his own tears - the sole relic from his vanished clan. Three thousand years in the Heavenly Inferno Forge transformed shattered bones into divine meridians. Now returned as the Stellar Sovereign, his gaze alone freezes corporate titans mid-sentence. At the Huang Corporation’s centennial gala, former tormentors’ champagne flutes shatter simultaneously as Lin Feng materializes atop the crystal chandelier. “You mistook my mercy for weakness,” his voice thunders like celestial judgment, “Now behold the price of awakening a god.” Lightning weaves through his fingertips as the Shanghai Tower’s glass facade explodes outward, revealing an army of golden-armored dao soldiers hovering in formation. The real revenge? Making them watch their stolen empires turn to ash before their last, shuddering breath.

"Humbra bleeds, ravaged by a relentless struggle for survival against the Leirions—powerful monsters, drunk on their bloodlust. Amidst this chaos, a young orphan, Leonard, haunted by a brutal past, discovers he is the catalyst for a grand future—a future darker than he could ever imagine. An orphan, with a brutal past and a thirst for revenge, he will need to overcome his traumas to stand a chance. Leonard's destiny intertwines with ancient secrets, unimaginable betrayals, and a world-shattering rage. The light of hope was extinguished long ago, giving way to darkness and the echoes of lament... But from this despair, a new hope arises: the Neumonds, wielders of powers that transcend life and death. Are they saviors... or harbingers of a final, devastating curse? Will Leonard be able to save everyone... or will his desire for vengeance end in a valiant death? Discover a world where... _____________________________________________________________ What to expect: An epic journey of revenge, secrets, self-discovery, and the struggle for power. A protagonist who evolves from a passive young man to a determined, overpowered warrior. The MC has a slow start for the sake of world-building. It will be better later. I PROMISE. Hang in there, and enjoy! What -NOT- to expect: Harem, NTR, Smut, Incest, or BL. Born as a Rambo. (Tagged > WeakToStrong)

Supreme Degenerate Lust System—the cheat ability that no man should have, but Alex? Alex earned it. This was the tale of a boy who wanked so furiously, so relentlessly, that his own dick—his loyal, overworked, war-torn comrade—finally called it quits and fell off. The same boy who was so hopelessly obsessed with a toothless, wrinkled gilf that he died doing what he loved—slipping in his own divine nectar like a tragic hentai protagonist with a severe addiction problem. He thought that was the end. That his dream—to finally pork a gilf—would go forever unfulfilled. But fate? Fate was a kinky, twisted bastard. When Alex opened his eyes, he was no longer lying in a filthy, crime scene-esque bedroom covered in the stains of his sins. No. He was in a new world—a world of magic, kingdoms, dragons, elves, and all that fantasy nonsense. But Alex didn’t care about any of that. Swords? Magic? Heroic quests? Boring. No, he had ONE mission. A sacred goal. A holy pilgrimage. To finally find the ultimate, well-preserved gilf and achieve his life’s work. And with the Supreme Degenerate Lust System at his disposal? Nothing would stand in his way. Not kings. Not gods. Not even the laws of nature themselves. The legend of the Lustful Fool begins now.

A Tale of Truth, Betrayal, and the Temptation of Power 1272 A.D. – The Silk Road stretches endlessly, a path paved with ambition, treachery, and forgotten whispers. Sayid ibn Rahman, a Persian scribe burdened by loss, journeys across this treacherous route in search of a fabled manuscript—one said to contain the secrets of life itself. But as his ink-stained hands turn its pages, he finds more than knowledge; he finds temptation. Hunted by a relentless military commander and a high-ranking official, Sayid’s path intertwines with Mehri, a woman shrouded in mystery—an old friend, an unspoken rival. Together, they must navigate a world where words hold more power than swords, and history is written not by the victors, but by those who control the ink. Yet, the deeper Sayid delves, the closer he inches toward the ultimate question: Is truth worth more than power? When betrayal strikes from the shadows and the echoes of an old mentor resurface, Sayid must decide—will he protect the world from the manuscript’s power, or claim it for himself? The road to destiny is woven in silk, but one wrong thread can unravel it all.

I Dreamed of Cultivation... and Got Homework Instead! “Ah, reincarnation into a xianxia world! Time to wield swords, shoot qi bullets, and become the overlord of the heavens!” At least, that’s what Lin Mao thought would happen. Instead, he woke up in a scholar’s robe, surrounded by ink-stained fingers and people debating... philosophy. “This isn’t the path to immortality! This is the path to finals!” Now Lin Mao has to navigate his life in the prestigious Sky Moon Sect, where flying on swords is nothing but a dream. The only thing flying is debates and enlightenment that comes from philosophy, not martial arts. Instead of fighting demonic beasts, he's fighting grumpy senior brothers, mysterious sect elders, and his master that has a.......long beard. “Who needs qi cultivation when you have the ‘Path of Society’? What does that even mean?! And why does everyone here hate jokes?!” Filled with nothing but Earth’s most degenerate novels, his unhinged personality, and his special ability to accidentally piss people off, Lin Mao is determined to shake up the scholar world. He might not be a cultivator, but who says he can’t make being a scholar legendary? “This isn’t the dream I signed up for, but whatever. If they are going to make me study, I’ll do it my way!” **** This novel will be story-focused, blending humor, character development, and world-building. However, it will also include R18 elements with detailed smut for those who enjoy a little spice in their story. You’ve been warned!

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

"Oh, My beloved Scarlet flame... Burn to your heart's content!" "Your wicked embers soothe and mend my broken heart and shattered spirit." "On that day, you took everything from me." "Tell me..." "Divine Emperor, do you regret it now?" "As your cities and people burn?" "Divine Emperor!" "This Regina el Ingnus is no longer weak or afraid!" "Her Scarlet Flames of Wrath will judge your sins." A woman staggered forward, tripping on burning rubble, her bloodstained hands slipping as she tripped. Her luscious hair was blonde like the radiant sun, while her eyes were like the blue sea. She stood frozen as the merciless flames danced across her eyes as if mocking her survival and weakness. Her body was still, watching silently as her beautiful village burned. All that remained was a ruined village bathing in the everlasting fires of avarice. All because she was a Holy Maiden. They were a blessed existence to the Kingdom, a cursed existence to the Empire. They were known as the Holy Maiden to the Holy Church of Amora, Goddess of the moon and fertility. But merely known as the Whore of Sin to the Empire and their Divine Son, rumoured to be descendants of the God of the sun and Justice. The Holy Maiden was an existence that was born only once in every 2,000,000 people. A Holy maiden had a powerful affinity for all magic, and increased physical capabilities, usually appearing as an ethereal and charming woman with both male and female reproductive organs. However, they were infertile due to a curse. The Divine Son was born the same year as the Holy Maiden. The Goddess Amora and the God Zelmot were bitter enemies, constantly at war; after suffering a close defeat, Zelmot created a curse that would torment all future Holy Maidens. As if to spite the goddess of fertility, Zelmot stained her beloved daughters with the curse of infertility. In revenge, Amora cursed the Divine Son of Zelmot. He would become enchanted and fall deeply in love with the Holy Maiden, eventually growing insane with their love towards her. The ancient texts rumoured that if the Divine Son lost to the Holy Maiden, he would become a female forever devoted to the Maiden. But if the Holy Maiden were to lose, she would lose her ability to use magic and become frail and hideous, like a monster. When the Divine Church of Justice learned of this truth, they began to hunt down ALL that displayed similarities with the Holy Maiden; this dark period of the Empire... Its given name was "The Purge of the Red Moon" After its 3,000-year history, the Kingdom has failed to protect and save a single Holy Maiden from death, abuse, torture or torment. Their only achievement was to stop the Divine Son from being the killer. In contrast, the Empire still worships the Divine Son's return each time one is born. At this moment, the Empire rode away, convinced of another victory. However, a female figure shambled forward with bated breath and a broken heart. Regina El Ignis, heiress of Baron Maxim El Ignis. Lord of the small village and land surrounding Ignia, bordering the Empire. She stumbled forward, Taking her first steps as the Holy Maiden of Scarlet Flames. "Alceste, my beloved... can you hear my lament, feel my love for you as I cut down our enemies?" The maiden stands on a pile of burnt corpses, her body twirling as if dancing on their corpses, a twisted smile upon her face. Armed with a giant black sword and scarlet flames, seven women wielding various magic accompany her as she steps forward like a fairy of brutal death. "They call me the Scarlet Empress of Obsession..." "However, My dear witches of calamity! I became Empress only for you~."

He was born a stain in the werewolf code, a phantom in human society. He learned the rules of survival in the rust-stench of junkyards. When three women reached into the abyss to save him: One with ink-stained hands, offering a dagger of salvation; One with a serpent’s silver bracelet, gripping a bloodied scepter; The last with ballerina gauze, hiding a poison-dipped rose. He paid in scars to understand: The cages woven from gold by humans, the thrones forged from bloodlines by wolves—they were all the same prison. When the crimson moon rises, the new king must choose: Let three loves become claws to tear the world apart, Or shatter his pride to forge a path never seen— A third road between species.

In a realm where gods rule over magic, the God of Tomes has fallen, not simply to destruction but also to a banishment that strips him of his divinity. Blood stains the weapon of his vanquisher, but the Council’s decree echoes louder—he is cast into the mortal realm, forever severed from his celestial home. Jien Losler, a young boy, struggles with a mysterious entity beyond his comprehension. He embarks on a perilous quest to understand a hidden past and a power greater than he can imagine. But in a world rife with secrets and magic, will Jien uncover the truth? As he seeks understanding, the lines between ally and enemy blur, leaving him to question not just his path, but the very nature of divinity itself. Interested in the discord? https://discord.gg/FxUAGcjHHt