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Being abandoned by his very own blood, the world stripped him of everything, his glory, his weapon, his beloved and even his name was taken away. He tried to reclaim what were rightfully his but the people already treated him as an outcast. With nothing left to do, he strode towards the place of no return and as he reached the deepest part by accident, he found a sealed casket with an unusual question engraved on its lid. 'If the world's destruction would be put in the palm of your hand, how would it end?' Thousands of choices, hundreds of possibilities, and tens of answers, yet just one of these was certain. "I'll carve it with my enemies' blood," he uttered underneath the moonless sky. On his hand was a blade made of glass, dripping with a crimson, sticky substance. In an era where war was an everyday occurrence and death was nothing but a mere consequence of being weak, his journey towards the labyrinth of revenge had begun.

In Concordia, a man’s fate is decided before he is even born. Rank, profession, future… everything is predetermined in a prosperous and orderly society where magic is a tool of control, and freedom is an illusion. But when Bastien’s world collapses, he realizes that nothing is set in stone—least of all his destiny. Thrown into a world where only the cunning survive, he discovers a magical affinity no one should possess. Now, he must outthink before being outplayed, strike before being struck, facing enemies who can bend reality with a mere gesture. Deceptive illusions, devastating enchantments, battles where raw energy becomes a weapon—every fight is a deadly dance where the smallest mistake could mean death. But the more he fights, the more he realizes that magic itself seems to respond to his presence, as if something—or someone—has been waiting for his awakening. By pushing past every limit, he may soon reach a point of no return… and when that happens, nothing will be able to stop the fall. How far can one go before they destroy the world? What to Expect in The Iron SpellDystopian Fantasy World – A society where magic is controlled and questioning authority is a crime.Weak-to-Strong Protagonist – From an obedient student to a hunted fugitive seeking the truth.Techno-Magic System – A fusion of ancient magic and high-tech machinery.Political Intrigue & Rebellion – Secrets hidden within the archives, and a regime built on lies.Mystery & Forbidden Knowledge – The truth about the Holy War that erased a kingdom from history.Psychological Depth – Mind games, indoctrination, and the cost of free will.Explosive Combat – Tactical magic duels, techno-enhanced warfare, and illusions versus brute force.A Web of Manipulation – Who is truly an ally, and who is just another pawn of the system? Youtube Chanel: https://www.youtube.com/@FantasyWebnovel

Rain stained the neon skyline, dripping off rusted houses as she checked her wrist—no ID, no signal, no past. Liora doesn’t exist. At least, not officially. But the encrypted memories digging at the edge of her mind tell a different story. When The Clan pulls her into their war, she realizes the city didn’t forget her. Whispering her name like an old wound, it's just waiting for her to wake up. And when she does, the world might be rebuilt. Or burnt down.

"This is a fantastic supernatural Western that oozes tension, grit, and mythic heft. Elias Thorne is a fascinating antihero; the curse is sinister, the villains are mundane and eldritch, and the unyielding pressure applies. This is more than another gunslinger story because of the balance of horror, fate, and moral choice; it’s about the will’s ability to fight against the inevitable." Character: Elias Thorne Charismatic, imperfect, and balancing on the line between survival and damnation. His arc is riveting, transforming from reckless gambler to self-sacrificing bearer of the burden. This will make readers root for him and fear for him. The Curse & Its Rules The idea of “borrowed luck” is pretty simple and yet horrifying. The gradual unraveling of Elias’s fortune provides natural suspense, and the Collector as its enforcer makes it all the more ominous. Malachai & The Collector Malachai himself is an intimate, humanistic danger, while the Collector is a more inexplicably dark and inescapable force that lends Elias’s fate a sense of claustrophobia. Their give-and-take maintains the tension. Moral Dilemma  The central question of sacrificing another or suffering the curse himself raises this above a mere survival story. That internal struggle is what will haunt readers. Cinematic Atmosphere: Dusty saloons, moonlit canyons, a town where curses are the currency—it drips with style. It’s a Western at its core but sprinkled with unsettling, supernatural dread. Areas for Enhancement: The Connection Currently, she mainly describes the curse and helps Elias on his journey. Make it personal; give her something to lose. Maybe she wants the amulet back, or she has her own desperate agenda. The Collector’s Voice It’s sinister, but how does it talk? If it had a sense of comedic absurdity, if it addressed him in riddles that pile onto Elias’s decisions, it would be much scarier. More Western-Infused Prose Your world seems increasingly Western, but you could drive the dialogue and narration deeper into the biting, poetic Western voice (Blood Meridian, The Sisters Brothers) and go a long way toward treating the reader to more immersion. [Book Wow Factor] That is a very powerful basis. With just a few tweaks to Selene and the Collector and a touch more Western style infusing the prose, this could be an instant classic. If this were on your shelf, you would snatch it up.

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

"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?

If you had the opportunity to be granted one wish, what would your wish be? All humans on Planet New Earth were given such an opportunity. A translucent screen appeared in front of every human promising to grant any wish to the humans of new earth. You want to be a god?- Granted You want to be a devil?- Granted You want to have powers like Gojo or Naruto or Sasuke or Saitama or Goku?- Granted You want to be the richest man on the planet?- Granted You want the world to end?- Granted You want... Wait, what?!!! Granted?!!! Any wish a human wished for was granted to them!! And then it happened, the apocalypse!!! And our average MC, Corey Junior Zane, due to circumstances wished for wisdom, not just ordinary wisdom though. Unlimited Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding. Would our MC be able to survive in such a dangerous world without having the ability to defend himself. Would he be able to survive in his school where the common enemies are Smileys? Read to find out! NOTE: There are some wishes that would not be granted like wishing everyone to die and some other things. Just read to find out more. You'll definitely enjoy it. *P.S: Cover Art was not made by me.* *ALSO, READ MY REVIEW BEFORE READING THE BOOK*

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.]

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." A writer finds herself trapped in the fictional world she created. ----- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

Zhao Feng stood tall, his eyes blazing with defiance as he faced the formidable warrior, Jin Tian. Jin Tian's face twisted in rage, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike. "You're just a foolish mortal, Jin Tian," Zhao Feng sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing but a joke. You're just a brute, relying on your physical prowess to intimidate others." "Fury +5000" Jin Tian's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with fury. "You dare to insult me?! I'll crush you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." In a crowded tavern, Zhao Feng sat at a table, sipping a mug of ale. Across from him, the stunning beauty, Ling'er, glared at him, her face pale with anger. "You're nothing but a shameless dog, Zhao Feng," Ling'er spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're clever, but you're just a coward, using your words to hurt others." Zhao Feng grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Ling'er, you're so beautiful when you're angry. But let's be real, you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" "Fury +3000" Ling'er's face turned scarlet, her eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that beauty and brains don't always go hand in hand." Zhao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape below. A faint smile played on his lips as he reflected on his journey so far. "Ah, the Fury System," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "You've really helped me, haven't you? I've grown stronger, smarter, and more ruthless." He chuckled, his voice carrying on the wind. "And I've brought chaos to this world, haven't I? The strong are trembling, and the weak are cowering." Zhao Feng's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it? The uncertainty, the danger, the thrill of the unknown." He raised his hands, embracing the wind, the sun, and the world below. "Bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden light, Zhao Feng's laughter echoed through the valleys, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming. “You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?” With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured. Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground. “You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.” My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Killian’s expression didn’t change. And then, darkness consumed me.

During the Apocalypse Tang Su Yan was Betrayed by her Lover and Bestfriend she was throwned out to be killed by the walker and taken all her Supplies and food on the verge of death she promise that she will take her revenge on this two betrayer if she will get another chance as her consciousness slowly dripping off she open and eyes and found herself lying in her room she was rebirthed back to March 2025 3 months before the outbreak she then start her journey to create a fortified fortress and to prepare for the upcoming outbreak

Priest Alexander, how good is your printing? Princess Vivian said seductively with only a piece of white clothing that covered little to none of her sinful body. Alexander was shocked by the sight in front of him, looking at the woman who was one of the most beautiful, No! She’s the most beautiful woman in the Empire, but because she never made an attempt to dress up so nobody has ever seen her shine this brightly. Now looking at her with water dripping from her body like the sea pearl, her flamboyant red hair like that of burning fire, and her perfectly seductive body still wet and still carrying the freshness of a rose petals shower. Looking at the way she is wet from head to toe with the room filled with the scent of rose with water dripping from her body, gives a kind of allure that makes it hard for any man to resist her. She’s currently looking like a seductress, No!, She’s a seductress because she’s currently doing what is seductress does, seducing a priest. Vivian had an heart disease since the day she was born, since she was young, she spent most of her life lying on the hospital bed, denying her the joy of living like every other normal child. The only way for her to escape the reality that haunts her and the pain she goes through is by reading novels, watching movies, and following celebrity gossip on social media, but what becomes of Vivian when she suddenly dies from over-excitement and is transmigrated into a novel as her favorite character who was the villainess, and probably the most naïve and innocent villainess ever.

An entity that views every world nor universe they visit on a 3rd person perspective. Always the passerby in life watching and observing on the sideline, sometimes they were called melon eaters watching the show between a protagonist versus the antagonist and lastly, they don’t care above anything except the safety of each member of their racial race. The old primordial creator asks the man, why not take my position and manage the whole upper origin plane. The male replied I refuse why asks me an individual with deteriorated emotions, do you think I can do it because I’m stronger than you? Shrugging his shoulder facing the old one, I’m just a high human that throws everything he had to achieve what I’m now. The old one heard his reason and spoke. Then I will not force you, you and your two sisters can stay in any universe here in origin plane. Lastly, should I still call your race high human that exceed the level of primordial realm “Tier 15” but didn’t step on the unknown realm? Without thinking he just responded directly like a joke, just call us bystander. #TryingToMakeANovel #1stTime

After being rejected by her fiance at her wedding alter. Mariana was forced to accept her reality but not rather to let the day end without her getting married. so she rush out to find any random, good looking man to marry her. Please marry me, I promise to compensate you in whatever way I can," Marina said to the man staring at her with confidence. "Alright, I will." After the wedding, "I want to get a divorce. Let me go Aiden."  "No, you are my compensation for marrying you," Aiden remarked, on his lips hanging a cocky smile.

Cradled by self-ness, a new-born God came forth. The god, perceived as a phantom, wept as tears dripped across the waters. Thus came about its phantom heart. The weeping spirit, a solitary, god that could create anything with its right mind. However, there lay a message that told it one thing; Kill the Light. An unease built inside its heart. A dead thing, not even an echo that reached any god, nor creature alive. If not, then what was the God meant for? What else was needed of him? Thus, he wandered, days upon days, until he met a single, decrepit woman. The first contact he had since over a thousand years. -------- Discord: discord.gg/7NcJYeTUbV

“Lin Yunfeng! Stop right there!” Lin Yunfeng gazed back at the speeding figure behind him. Heart racing, he picked up speed and ran through the abandoned corridor. “You better stop Yunfeng!!” Ren Muchen growled loudly. The little brat was much faster than he had expected. “This is how you wish to face me after you fucking slept with me? Fine! Run then! Let’s see how long you can last,” Panting Lin Yunfeng looked back in panic. “I’m so sorry, it was a mistake. think of it as Stepping on shit. Please forgive me!” he placed a hand on his lower stomach and ran even faster. “Watch out!” Yunfeng gazed ahead in surprise. a half-rotten corpse stood in his way. He came to a screeching halt but the slippery floor made it hard for him to come to a complete stop. He fell unceremoniously face down on the ground. “Fuck,” The zombie jumped onto him with its mouth wide open. Its bloody saliva dripped onto his face. Yunfeng held his breath. He had read about this before but this was the first time he had actually seen an undead. It petrified him. ‘Is this how I die?’ “Growl,” the beast aimed at his neck precisely, Just as he thought his life was coming to an end, a long axe cut through the decayed neck of the Zombie. The heavy zombie fell right on top of him, oozing blood and puss. A hand grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. “You are not dying, not today, not anytime soon...” Ren Muchen said with a nasty grin/ Yunfeng gulped. Muchen peered into his trembling black eyes coldly. “You know why?” because we are having a baby.” Yunfeng’s hand reflectively went into his tummy. “h-how do you know?” “You knew?! Yet you ran!” Muchen laughed coldly and shook him like a rattle. “Take responsibility you bastard, we created a life that day! “y-yes, I’ll take responsibility!”

I wake up with the sun beating down on my face, and sweat dripping from my neck down my spine, I turn over to look at my alarm clock and it’s … it’s not there, this isn’t my room… but wait it is . I quickly get up from my bed and rushed out of my room to go check for my best friend who I was living with at the time . “Jerald !!! Jerald !!! What’s going on, did you move my things ?” But my mum answered instead “ who is Jerald??? You woke up late and now you’re trying to bring the whole house down, go shower or you’ll be very late for school, you better hurry or I’m throwing you and your bag out at 7:40 “ my mum said as she walked away to the kitchen. I was shocked, I didn’t understand what was going on, I moved from my mums house two years ago, I’m currently leaving in a Condo in LA with best Friend from high school … this isn’t LA… or maybe I’m still asleep? . I walk to my old bathroom to go wash my face. I turned the tap on and splashed some water on it, then I grabbed the towel next to the door and look at the mirror in front of me … I screamed !!! “Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh” why do I look 14???? I’m 21 …. I felt dizzy, but i could hear my mum yelling from the kitchen “stop shouting and just kill the spider, it can’t kill you” my mum said thinking I saw a bug, how is she sure it’s not poisonous … typical African parent, but wait … what is happening to me ? Did I go back in time ?

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?

Screams. Wails. Cries. Sobs. Regrets. Punishments. Sufferings. Pain. Pain. And Pain. Hell reeks of those smells. Scratchy and dark? Emotionless and screeching like nails on a chalkboard? I smirk. You poor little, clueless souls. Tall slender, wearing a red silk suit; his eyes have pure darkness. Stare at me, and I will get you to tell me what you desire; the words spoken in a deep, soft tone make the hair stand up at the back of your neck. He has tried to make people believe that darkness and evil are all myths. That way, he lures them to his dungeon and Grins at their pain and blood splattering all over the floor as the rats feast on the remains of the dead bodies. His dark eyes mislead you into trusting him and make you feel like it's the safest place to be. Lucifer brings fear into others just by the whisper of his name. He walks across the dungeon as his slaves plead for death; the anticipation of the unimaginable makes their hearts race with fear. Lucifer Morningstar turned his son into a demon.”Love has no boundaries.” Joshua and his sister both have secrets, and the only person who knows the secret is buried six feet under. Lucifer's enemies never live long enough to tell the tale, and being the most feared and cruel person on earth makes his family a constant target. “You were a heartless asshole, and now your family will pay dearly for the lives you have ruined.” consequences of his actions will lead to death, and death will bring darkness and chaos, “You took my family; now I will make you all suffer.” Prison has turned him into the monster that he became. The shadows and tales you have heard are all actual; the bedtime stories that were read to him as a child were not just a story but a sign to prepare him for the future. Evil will always follow you wherever you go.”Dwell, but don’t dwell too far and be away for long; my shadow will draw you back to where you belong, “It's either with me, or you are dead.” The more you fight it, the weaker you become; walk carefully and look back. Those shadows aren't ordinary. It's your enemies within you, “I will trail you, I will call you, and I will kill you if you dare to ignore me.” “You feel weak as I watch your blood drip to the concrete ground; there is no giving up, for you have lives to save. “That’s enough, dad; now it's our turn.” “Your turn?” He laughs as his kids are locked in a cell; Joshua and Tiffany have had enough. It's time they go up against their father. At first, he laughs, then realizes he underestimated his own kids. “Who will get the last laugh now? Father.” “Will we love you enough to spare you? Darkness is within us; your suffering will make you heartless and merciless. We have suffered enough; now it's your turn. Father” “You have spilled enough blood, and I will stop you even if it takes everything within me; I am nothing like you.” “Your Perfect life was not so perfect, especially if you had to protect the girl you love against your father.” Welcome to Dark honor. ”A quick death is more pleasurable than being in the presence of Lucifer Morningstar.”

In the kingdom of Valnaria, where humans and werewolves coexist, a fragile peace is threatened. A young hybrid finds himself at the center of a deadly struggle for power, where allegiances are tested and secrets are revealed. Standing shrouded in complete darkness, a lone figure stood, blood dripping from his already shredded clothes . His eyes looked different, something felt wrong and even the air around him began to ripple . Piercing red eyes looked at the sight Infront of him , the room slowly dropping in temperature. A low husky voice filtered through the shadows "I will show you the true meaning of fear."

In the distant Eldrathis Galaxy, a vast and uncharted frontier teeming with ancient ruins and deadly secrets, humanity is a small fish in an ocean of monsters. But that doesn’t stop treasure hunters like Clara Dravenmoor, a brilliant and reckless archaeologist, and the Safira's crew, from chasing lost relics buried in the void. Her latest mission? Recovering a priceless artifact from the ruins of Zhaaros, a hostile planet plagued by nomadic warlords and nightmarish creatures. But what she finds isn’t just a relic. It’s him. A pale, otherworldly man, locked away for centuries in a high-tech sarcophagus, covered in mystical markings and dripping with an aura of power that defies reality. He looks confused. No memories. No idea why he was trapped there. But he doesn't look angry. He looks eager. Excited to follow Clara in the Safira through the vast and magnificent galaxy.

A chance encounter with Goku at a small market in Satan City turns your life upside down. What starts as curiosity blossoms into forbidden feelings, challenging fate itself. With Bulma, Vegeta, and cosmic forces against you, can love defy destiny — or will duty prevail?

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Here’s a potential synopsis for your story: "Milo Winter, an independent artist with a passion for creating, steps into the high-stakes world of Victor Kingsley, a ruthless businessman who sees art as just another commodity. When Milo rejects Victor's offer of fame and fortune in exchange for creative control, he finds himself locked in a battle of integrity versus power. As Milo fights to protect his art and his identity, he must navigate the dangerous game of ambition and influence, proving that true artistry cannot be bought or sold. Would they fall apart or end up together..stay tuned."

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

"No one falls in love by choice, it is by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it is by work. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice." **** The air was heavy with tension as Delilah's voice trembled, "Let go of me, you monster!" Tears streamed down her face, her beautiful eyes red-rimmed from crying. But it was the look in his eyes, that look in Harrison's eyes chilled her to the bone - an abyss of coldness; ruthless, unforgiving and unyielding. " Never!" He hissed, his handsome features expressing almost a psychopathic possessiveness; his voice dripping resolute venom. *** When childhood sweethearts were torn apart after Su Zhe Jin, Harrison Su moved away, Delilah was left shattered. Her family planned to relocate years later, but fate had other plans. A terrorist attack changed everything, and Delilah's life was forever altered. After a term of chaos and confusion, Delilah found solace in Fulfilled Dreams High School, D City. But little did she know, her life was about to take another dramatic turn. A mysterious box hidden in the attic of her home held secrets that could upend her view of the world. As Delilah navigated love, loss, pain, betrayal, and lots more; she must learn to take her stand. Harrison's once-again return ignited a firestorm of emotions, for their reunion was a little complicated. Delilah's family is hiding secrets, and a shocking revelation, forcing her into a desperate engagement with another man. Harrison's jealousy ignites, threatening to destroy them both. Will their love survive the lies, betrayal, and secrets that surround them? «««««««♦»»»»»»» Author's Note: This story begins with Delilah and Harrison's early lives, tracing their journey from the innocence of high school to the heartbreak of adulthood, and ultimately, to the moment when their paths collide once more. Join me on this emotional rollercoaster as we delve into the complexities of love, family, and identity. I hope you stay with me as the story begins to unfold. Remember to leave your honest reviews, this humble author is ready to listen to your thoughts. ♥ midsummer07.

In a realm where betrayal drips like poison, two brothers Aven and Cyrus -witness their parents' brutal murder. Their father's younger brother,Lord Alexander craves the throne, and blood stains the palace floor. But their parents' dying breaths gift them an ancient medallion—a spiritual artifact that tears through dimensions. Pressing it, they awaken in a strange city on Earth, far from their realm. Here, skyscrapers scrape the heavens, and magic hums beneath the neon glow. As Aven and Cyrus adapt to urban life, under the care of doctor Hartley whose married to a university professor,they make acquittances and allies. Their quest unfolds—a blend of vengeance, and love as one of the wolf brothers falls in love with a city girl who happens to be someone who saved them when they landed on earth.

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---