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Isaac Rudiego is the only Alpha in Cove Crest College—powerful, untouchable, and feared by all. He’s had everything and everyone he’s ever wanted, but nothing has ever truly satisfied him. That is, until Aimi Lionesse walks onto campus. An omega. Not just any omega. Rare. Irresistible. Breathtaking. The moment he scents her, it’s over. His instincts scream to *claim, take, keep.* But Aimi? She’s untouchable in a different way—unimpressed, unbothered, and completely unwilling to bend to him. Isaac has never lost before. And Aimi never lets herself be caught. But the more she resists, the deeper he falls. What starts as a game of dominance turns into an obsession—one that might ruin them both.

"Lucifer," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the screams that filled the air. The metallic scent of blood choked her senses as she watched him move—slicing through bodies like they were nothing, his every movement precise, merciless. Blood splattered across his face, darkening the sharp edges of his jaw, but his eyes... his eyes were what made her breath hitch. They weren’t the same warm brown she had once drowned in. They burned with an untamed rage, cold and soulless. And then they found hers. Green met fire. Tears clung to her lashes, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But Alessio Moretti—Lucifer himself—froze the second he saw her. Angel D’souza had been the wrong girl to be ***napped, just a mistake. But somehow, she had become his undoing. The man she had fallen for, the man who had made her feel safe in the darkest of nights, was now standing before her, bathed in crimson, the monster whispered about in nightmares. Her heart pounded. Was this who he truly was? Had she fallen for a lie? He took a step forward, his blade still dripping, his expression unreadable. She took a step back. He noticed. His jaw clenched, something desperate flashing across his face, but she didn’t wait. She turned—heart racing, mind screaming at her to run. But could she ever truly escape him? Would he let her? Or worse… did she even want to?

Ava's gut twisted with unease as she realized something terrible was unfolding before her. She instinctively turned away from the frantic exit, opting to plunge through the crowd in search of a different escape route. Breathing heavily, she began maneuvering away from the chaotic mass of bodies when suddenly, the walls of the rink started to quake violently. The horrifying echoes of destruction filled the air, freezing her in her tracks. Her blood ran cold as she slowly turned around, the screams growing louder and more horrifying. Tears streamed down her face silently, and her lips trembled as panic washed over her. What she saw before her made her entire being freeze. Creatures of unimaginable horror were crawling out of the skate range exit, busy tearing people apart, one by one, with an eerie sort of efficiency, as if they were mere prey. Their eyes glowed an unsettling red, and their skin was a sickening blend of mottled white. They had tails and two legs like humans, yet their powerful arms and menacing forms looked like something born from a nightmare. Body trembling, Ava slowly took a step backward. She wanted to scream but feared that any sound would attract the attention of the horrific creatures. There were at least six of them, each one moving out of the skate range, clawing and tearing at anyone they could grasp. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks as her lips quivered in terror, her entire body shaking. In that dreadful moment, she made a choice—she had to run. And that’s exactly what she did, turning around and sprinting away as fast as her legs could carry her.

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.

"A-Anteros, y-you c-can't do this to m-me...." Elion Grimalkin stuttered trying to control his tears that were ready to form a river on his pink cheek's. "Elie, I can do anything I want," Anteros Azurdraycen smirked, evilly. "Don't you d-dare c-come near m-me..." Elion backed away fearing Anteros, his husband who was advancing towards him dangerously with a devilish smile on his lips. "NO! Please let m-me g-go!" Elion screamed. ●・○・●・○・● [Anteros Azurdraycen and Elion Grimalkin were forced to marry each other by their parents who wanted to merge their business to increase the power of their clans. It was a forced arranged marriage between the most powerful Ice dragon clan of "Dragons" and the most popular Maine Coon clan of "Cats"... With no love involved but Elion Grimalkin started developing feelings for the cold-hearted Anteros Azurdraycen. Would Elion be able to melt the frosted ice-cold Anteros's heart? What did Anteros do to Elion for him to scream like that? What happened between them for Anteros to behave like a devil with Elion?] •---------• Author: Hottest Villainess. Published on: 27-07-2024. Status: Ongoing. Genre: Anthropomorphic fantasy, shapeshifters, Mystical world, paranormal, Angst, Melodrama, Romance.

How far would you go to save your family? Would you take a life for them? A hundred? A thousand? How many before your conscience finally screams, "Enough"? They answered this question with [Ruination]—an unprecedented catastrophe that wiped out countless universes, all for the faintest chance to reclaim what was lost. No hesitation. No regret. Perhaps the Heavens sought to reward them for their love—or punish them for the slaughter of untold worlds. Either way, they were granted a second chance—to return to the past and reshape their fate. In a world where every lifeform’s destiny is predetermined by the Heavens, NOX and Lucas uncover a chilling truth: the purpose of life is not merely to exist, but to pursue [Transcendence]. One is destined to achieve [Transcendence], while the other—whether willing or unwilling—must assist another in achieving it. Follow NOX and Lucas, as one is fated to transcend, while the other is doomed to be forgotten by history. Can they break free from their predetermined paths? Or will they scream, “I will defy the Heavens!” like a protagonist in a Dragon Country novel? Can the Heavens tolerate such blasphemy?

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

Superpowers, well, those exist in every being, but they can be rather... weak. So, to get powerful -- I mean truly powerful -- one would have to call on the ones who gave the powers to begin with. And with that ecstasy and strength that follows, there is an ensuing price that must be paid. The price, being rather extreme, forced the superhumans to adapt and create a way to stop these traumatic deaths, thus introducing an academy. But the ones who gave the power, they want to see superhumans in pain and so they try to tempt these superhuman students. They fail often, but with the superhumans they succeed with, it leaves them smiling. And once they have a grip on this superhuman, the process is irreversible, unless… there was someone who reached to the power beyond them.

Trapped in a factory that breathes like a living nightmare, Nathan unravels a truth darker than fear itself. The shadows whisper his name, twisting memories of his parents into haunting illusions. You were always meant to return. The walls pulse, the air hums with unseen terror. Something ancient is waiting, watching. But Nathan isn’t here to be consumed—he’s here to end it. As the whispers rise to a deafening crescendo, one question remains: Will he escape, or become part of the horror?

Ryuusei Kazama led a quiet life with his family in Tokyo. A 14-year-old boy with dreams, laughter and a future ahead of him... until the world literally collapsed. A devastating earthquake dragged him into the abyss of pain and despair. Screams. Blood. Darkness. When his eyes open again, he is no longer in the world he knew. Before him stands Death itself, watching him with a cold smile. But instead of an end, it offers him a choice... a rebellion. A new destiny awaits him. One in which the gods are not what they seem, and heaven itself could become his enemy. “If heaven has decided my death... then, I will defy heaven.”

A man awakens in a pitch-black void, deprived of sensation, time, and meaning. Strangely, he does not starve, nor does he thirst—only his mind remains, restless and unrelenting. As the abyss threatens to consume his sanity, he spirals into madness, laughing, screaming, and rambling without end. What begins as a desperate grasp at logic turns into a revelation. Numbers are not mere symbols; they are reflections of a hidden order that has always existed. Mathematics is not an invention—it is a discovery. The laws of the universe were never created, only uncovered.

Linda "Lin" Zhang died screaming. Betrayed by the people she trusted most—her boyfriend and best friend—she was left to be torn apart by the undead after two brutal years of survival. But fate had other plans. Waking up three months before the apocalypse, Lin has one goal: prepare, survive, and take revenge. With her life savings, she builds a fortress far from the chaos, securing land, weapons, and alliances—starting with Lucas Fang, a disgraced ex-bodyguard with a past as dangerous as hers. As December 25th approaches—the day the world falls—Lin watches as the same people who mocked her begin to panic. The same ones who betrayed her will come begging. But this time? Lin isn’t saving anyone. This time, she’s the one holding the gun. Release Rate: Weekday 3ch M-W-F Weekend 1-2ch/daily (use -) BONUS: Every 50 collections +1ch (use +) Every Review +1ch (use +)

She was drugged... Can't see who is beside her... But she saw her sister's face clearly .. But can't find the reason for her pain.. ... The next Day she woke with a headache to a scream.. She never thought a day would come when all her wishes and dreams will go into the drain..

Chase is born of no house or family to speak of, except for a sickly father, and his mother who vanished the day he was born, however years after the birth of Chase, his father still often speaks of her as if she was a true goddess. One day the story will begin, when Chase finds himself waking to the smell of embers, the screams of agony, and the beginning of chaos. For on that day, a Boy was Born...

A young king sits upon his throne, but power is never truly given—it is taken, earned, or unearthed from the ruins of those who failed before. In his hands lies an ancient book, its pages whispering secrets only the worthy may claim. But knowledge is a double-edged sword, and what lurks within the ink may shape him… or consume him. Elsewhere, beneath the cold embrace of an endless abyss, another boy descends. The waters press in, heavy as fate itself. He does not thrash, does not surrender. Instead, he waits, lungs burning, muscles screaming—until the moment to rise comes. And when it does, he does not merely surface. He ascends. One walks the path of shadows, the other climbs toward the unknown. Two destinies, carved in defiance of limits. But the higher one soars, the deeper the other falls. And when the moment comes, when their paths inevitably cross—will the sky darken, or will the night be pierced by light?

When justice fails, vengeance takes its place. After his daughter Vanessa suffers a tragic fate at the hands of those she trusted, Horris turns to the one thing more powerful than the law—something ancient, something forbidden. With a single curse, he condemns the world to a slow, merciless death. No one is spared. A nameless plague spreads, twisting flesh, corrupting minds, and reducing order to chaos. As civilization crumbles, the truth becomes clear: this is no ordinary disease. It is retribution. And in a world where the guilty walk free, no one is truly innocent. ... Hours Later… Darius arrived at the hospital, and what he saw terrified him. Dozens of people lay writhing in agony, blood gushing from every opening in their bodies. Reporters, paramedics, and police officers surrounded the area, trying to make sense of the outbreak. “We’re here live at Stanbridge National Hospital, where it appears a deadly disease has broken out,” a reporter said, speaking into the camera. “Symptoms include uncontrollable screaming and severe bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.” Darius’ heart pounded. His mind kept flashing back to Horris’ curse. The Doombringer. He scanned the scene and finally spotted Betty, sitting in an ambulance. Stephan lay unconscious on a stretcher beside her. He rushed forward, but the paramedics blocked his path. “That’s my wife!” he protested. “I need to see if she’s okay!” “Sir, now’s not the time,” a paramedic said. “There’s an outbreak, and we have no idea how it spreads. For your safety—and for everyone else’s—we advise you to leave immediately.” “Please, I have to see them,” Darius begged. Before the paramedic could respond, Darius noticed something crawling on the man’s shoulder. “There’s something on you—” The paramedic turned his head—just as the worm leaped onto his neck. The second it burrowed into his skin, the man’s body seized up. A strangled scream tore from his lips as blood exploded from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Darius staggered back in horror. Everywhere he looked, people were screaming. Even the reporter who had been live was now convulsing on the ground, her camera abandoned beside her. A single word echoed in Darius’ mind. Doombringer.

Synopsis: Azricel woke up to the world flipped upside down. Literally. The sky was cracking apart, buildings crumbled like sandcastles, and the streets were painted red—people dropping dead for no reason, exploding into blood puddles. The trees? Yeah, they were dragging people into the woods, and the animals? Not so normal anymore. Anyone with a shred of sanity would be screaming their lungs out right now. Azricel? He just yawned. Stretched. Scratched the back of his head like this was just another Monday. Because honestly, he was more pissed about one thing—his dream. The same one he’d been having for who knows how long. A dream of a woman he’d never met, but somehow, he knew her. She always smiled at him, warm, familiar, like she belonged somewhere deep in his bones. And just when he was about to finally see her face clearly—bam. Apocalypse. Then, amidst the chaos, a voice rang in his head. Cold. Mechanical. [ Awakening Anomaly Detected ] [ Welcome ] Azricel blinked. Then smirked. “Now we’re talking.”

Many people wish to escape this boring life, or rather, everyone does. I was no different we also one of them. But back then, I hadn’t been summoned to another world. It didn’t take long for us to realize that this place was a true hell. We are going to used by them. Covered in blood, Avinash screamed, “One day, I’ll have them all beneath my feet!” Hero? What a joke.If by chance I survived.I show what is real hell. Suddenly window appears update complete loading...

The World ended in fires and screams. Civilization fell, Entire Cities got wiped out. Survival is the only law left in a world filled with monsters. Ethan doesn't believe in miracles-only in bullets,blades and the will to live on. But when Ethan stumbles upon a frail girl who shouldn't have survived this long then everything changes. She knows something the monsters fear. And now Ethan has a choice- Either to stay the lone wolf that he has always been or be part of something bigger. Mercy is a weakness in a world where Gods are long dead. But maybe-just maybe there's hope, If He is willing to bleed for it.

Ten thousand years ago, the sky shattered, the earth bled, and reality screamed. Gods and awakeners clashed against horrors that should not exist......things that twisted minds, devoured souls, and laughed at the concept of death. The world did not win. It survived. The Veil Barrier was forged, sealing away the nightmares at an unfathomable cost. Time passed. The world forgot. But the barrier is rotting. Cracks spread. Whispers crawl. Monsters pour through, dragging something far worse behind them. And in the midst of it all, something else stirs. Not a hero. Not a villain. Not a god. A being that should not exist. One even the horrors feared. The world thinks it won the war. It was wrong.

"MAMA!" Her screams tore through the forest as she watched her mother being ripped apart by her father’s men. "Let her go! PLEASE!" A blinding light erupted from her body, a thick mist swallowing the trees. Then, as her father’s cold gaze locked onto her—she vanished. Now, she lives hidden, protected by a witch—yet to uncover the truth of what she is. To the werewolves, she’s nothing but a "human slave," her true nature buried beneath lies and fear. Memories scatter like broken glass, the only thing anchoring her being her name—a name tied to a forgotten legacy and a betrayal that haunts her every step. But as the truth unravels, will it set her free... or shatter her completely?

Dive into the fractured cosmos, In the cold vacuum of space. No one can hear you scream...but they can hear your stories. These aren't tales of glittering utopias or heroic starfleets.

"Do females fly??" "What?!!! I've never seen one." Parrick said with a frown. "Then why...." he said nonchalantly pointing to the sky where a female was descending at a super sonic speed with a loud scream on the top of her lungs. Parrick gaped at the sky in disbelief. The female clearly had no wings...so how come she was up there! Also...there were no flying beastmen settlements from where the female came from!!! "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" the female screamed falling from such a high altitude and her scream died down the next minute. "My Lord ...we didn't save her!!!!!" Parrick gaped in utter shock and disbelief. "Her scream surely attracted a number of other males. They'll go rescue her...and you too can go if you badly want to." "Huh!!!!!" Parrick was dumbfounded. "Look!" he said and indeed a group of flying beastmen and other land beastmen were sprinting to the direction the female had fall in. Sydney is swept away by a tornado and is thrown into a different space. She's confused as to why she came to this weird world but she accepts her fate. The people here are half human half beasts and despite being an independent woman back on earth, here she needs a male to survive but not just one.... multiple males. -One male is younger than her -The other is literally a walking legend -Another is venomous, even from mere skin contact. -The other is a hard specimen to understand -Her last male is a walking disaster! Cover design doesn't belong to me. Credit to original owners. Hello guys! It's your beloved author. This is a link to those interested in joining the WhatsApp chat group for litto-ways ♥️. I hope to find you there, in my little world. https://chat.whatsapp.com/GhoWIDjjK4E6ezWDwJ870k

Jung Ha-rin, the infamously timid 29 year-old vocalist of the K-Pop group Cheerleader, wanted to die. Her life as an idol was nothing short of miserable. Her time in the K-Pop industry nothing short of killed her. The only way out of this hell was to end it. But when she finally goes through and ends her life, she finds herself in the body of a school boy?! A school boy with the dreams of being an idol at that! “Is this the Hevean I prayed to?!” She screamed.

It was supposed to be another normal dnd session but in the next moment I felt my whole body pulled into the desktop and into the fantasy world. But not in the city my character was in but an uknown city geared with basic equipment and lost without nowhere to go, A wolf!? I crossed my arm to guard [rolling hit with advantage..{1,1} Fail the wolf missed his bite and stumbled on its feet, feeling threatened by your existence and immaculate way of you dodging it ran away in fear] Reading the floating bar I screamed internally "You have gotten to be kidding me!"

they're coming for me! to get it out on me ! should I bite my tongue to death or spank my head and burst it open ,so they can only see the bleeding flesh inside it? no!! that'd be of no use ,that won't stop them . all they want is a flush to inflict suffering on, dead or alive ,it doesn't matter to them ! it's of no use, even if my body is dead and slowly decaying it'd still be warm before it will get cold even if it has no longer a soul , it'd still hurt torture me all you want , throw me into burning pit ,break my head open and put flames in it let my brain burn to blisters and to ashes I'll scream for you even after my vocal chords are twisted do what you want , whatever it is ! , but I ask of you for just that one thing if you have what it takes to do that in your fleeting mercy!!. that four walled store room was eery as it can get ,that person heard a whimperering downstairs the basement , and unlike the one in the store room who resisted none ,the one from the basement cried for mercy and screamed for salvation it was stupid of them to do it so . they can't escape this ,no one can hear them from outside it was in their destiny to rot in there or atleast rot their rationality and minds before they will get out from that castle !!

On a night of music and moonlight, Anirudh meets her—a woman as untamed as the Rajasthani winds, her laughter dancing through the rhythm of dandiya. In that moment, love feels effortless, untouched by the weight of the world. But then the riots come. Gujarat erupts in a storm of blood and screams, tearing through streets that once pulsed with celebration. The city turns into a graveyard of lost names and broken promises. Amidst the chaos, Anirudh searches for her, desperate to hold on to something pure in a world drowning in its own darkness. They escape, but some wounds are deeper than flesh. In the quiet of Udaipur, they try to rebuild, to outrun the ghosts of a love nearly erased. But can love survive when the past still bleeds? A story of passion found in joy and tested in devastation—of two souls who refuse to be torn apart, even when the world turns to ash around them.

Amelia Monroe was nothing—just a weak, voiceless girl in an elite boarding school where cruelty ruled. Bullied, beaten, and left for dead, she lay in the cold, her body shattered, her soul screaming for justice. But fate had other plans.

Haruto a seemingly normal average 16 years old high schooler was suddenly transported into another world. With no way of knowing how or why he was sent here Haruto decided to investigate this world to find clues as to why he was summoned. When suddenly he heard the scream of a lone girl who was being rob by two elderly men. While trying his best to save the girl he had met for the first time he almost died as a result which awakened the desire for power. _____ (A/N: If you notice any errors or broken contexts while reading, please let me know. I'll go back and make the necessary corrections.)

UWAHHHHHHHHHH!!! It’s a monster!!! The one screaming is me!!! The rollercoaster survival story of Kim Geun-chul, a lower-ranked student at the academy! NOTE: the chapter kinda jumping around, so read it with this information! read at your own risk. ⚠️This is not my work! I'm just translating the raws. If the owner wants me to remove it, just let me know, and I'll take it down.⚠️