Warframe Zaw Dagger

In a land where autumn reigns eternal, a princess destined for greatness rises from the ashes of her shattered kingdom. Princess Aurelith, heir to the magical Kingdom of Emberveil, lost everything when demons corrupted her homeland and claimed it for their own. Orphaned and exiled, she found refuge among the forest elves of Everspring, where centuries of training honed her extraordinary powers over wind magic, archery and dagger skills and diplomacy. Now, at 180 years old, Aurelith is no longer the sheltered princess she once was. She’s a master of magic, a legendary archer, and a respected advisor, yet her true destiny remains unfulfilled. Haunted by the memory of Emberveil’s fall and burdened by her people’s hope, she must embark on a perilous journey to improve herself, gather allies and eventually reclaim her kingdom and confront the Demon Lord who took it.

William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm. Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence ---------------------------- Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more! Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters… I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.

She gave up her wealth and power to save her husband and his company when they were on the brink of extinction. However he repaid her by bringing home his childhood sweetheart and divorcing her! He insulted her, called her names, a cheap lowly bitch and a gold-digger. Her sister in law treated her like trash, her mother in law called her a scheming fox who wanted to climb the social ladder. Fine! Divorce so it is then! Left without a single penny, she applied for a job and became a waitress. Who would know she bumped into her ex husband and his new fiancée there?! But there was another man whose business contract she accidentally discarded. That mysterious man came to her with a condition. "You made me lost a very important business contract, now you must pay," "How much? I don't have money. I'm not for sale either," the girl raised her chin arrogantly. "Become my fake girlfriend. I need a woman to please my grandfather," Shentu Jing said. His charming dark eyes seemed to be tempting her, luring her into an abyss. But when she arrived in front of his grandfather, he announced her as his fiancée! "I thought you said I was your girlfriend!" Qin Zhuzhu glared daggers at him. "Sorry, now you are my wife," the man's peach blossom eyes gazed at her lovingly. Who is this mysterious husband of hers? One day her phone rang with a notification of the latest financial news. There, she saw a man similar to her husband. Her husband is the richest Tycoon in the capital???!!!

“I will drag you into an abyss, where despair only remains in your heart, as you have done to me for your betrayal.” Atlas watches him kneeling on the ground with a dagger in his side, blood trickling from his wound. Atlas stands there, leaning against the wall with a nonchalant expression. Atlas stepped away from leaning against the golden statue, and he walked closer to him with a predatory grace, calm and effortless, and Atlas cradled his face with a possessive and clinging hold, and Atlas smiled gleefully, “Let’s make a deal. Belong to me and do everything I say, and I’ll release your brother.” Sebastian never saw this day coming, and he truly regretted saving him on that snowy day. This person isn’t the same youth from before, for vengeance and hatred only remain in his heart. The only thing he can do is appease the man. But this time, he will never give out his heart again. And he will never reveal the real truth behind his betrayal. What’s the point? Sebastian looked at the man before him and resisted the urge to move away from the hand on his face. His eyes remained stoic. In a hard voice, he said, “Fine. I will do what you want; in exchange, let my brother go.” *** Sebastian lives a normal life with his family, but he lives a hidden life. He has a dark secret that he protects at all costs; otherwise, he will be killed for being a monster. He and the rest of his family are vampires, living off blood, but his family, especially his father and mother, don’t feed on humans, for they cling onto morality, hoping not to descend into depravation. Sebastian cherishes his family, and they are both his strength and his weakness. They are the ones who maintain his humanity and keep him in check. But being a vampire comes with a deadly price; he must blend in with the human world, pretending to be a human is an effortless task: calculating and flirtatious is a mask he carries for centuries, playing with the lives of those around as if they’re just a game. His heart never lets anyone in, keeping distance from anyone except for his family, who live and protect each other. On that fateful night, he never thought he could have another emotional connection. A young, feral boy carrying a hunter's knife is surrounded by blood, snow, and dead wolves in the forest. Why does his youthful body carry a grotesque canvas of scars like they tell a gruesome past? Why do his eyes carry a heavy burden that’s too young for a human? Or is he a human in the first place? Soon, he would learn that Atlas carries heavy, dark secrets, where Sebastian had to look for an answer in Atlas’s past and must decide if he’s worth forgiving and protecting. ***
gong/seme/top protagonist x shou 
Sebastian x Atlas 
Additionally tags: dark, mysterious, BL, age-difference, thriller, psychological, supernatural creatures, slow romance, murder, dub-con, tragic past, comedy, and horror (I don’t own the picture on the cover.)

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text: [Task Failed Successfully!] [Rating Generated: SSS-Rank] "The hell does that even mean?" he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange. Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back. The only girl he loved stood behind him. She betrayed him. The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt. "You..." he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life. But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death. However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges. "Not again... With this chance I will end you all" Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning. ***** Disclaimer: MC is not instantly going to be a villain, as his background is that of a hero. The switch will be gradual in accordance with the events that happen along the way. Some snippets of such events have already been teased :) *****

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

Humanity has endured for millions of years, but recorded history only spans a mere four thousand years. During that unrecorded deep-sea age, what exactly were we doing? Countless indescribable beings ruled the universe, and our powerful ancestors preserved the fire of human civilization under their threat. Then they disappeared, and we rose. Now, they are coming back, mysterious psychic powers are awakening, the flame of human civilization is slowly extinguishing, and no kings are in sight... Chen Ke opens his eyes to see a world full of ruins and himself on the brink of death. The moment his heart was pierced by the Blasphemous Dagger, he became a dying man without a heart. Able to survive only 2 hours...

Meet Zoe Martins, an ordinary secretary to a reputable industry finds out that her husband had been cheating on her with her sister. “So you’ve been cheating on me with my sister? After everything I've done for you?” Zoe questioned Stanley. But the man she called her husband didn't even flinch when she caught him on top of her sister, making love to her on their matrimonial bed. “You should thank me for what I’m doing, Zoe. You are a barren woman! You can't give me a child! You should be glad I'm banging your sister and not some random woman!” Stanley's words felt like daggers that stabbed Zoe’s heart, despite how much of a matter of fact it was. She's been married to Stanley for three long years, bearing the burden of being a wife and a husband all at the same time since her deadbeat husband couldn't find a job. But not once did she get pregnant. “That's right, sister. You know I can do anything for you, including giving birth for you since you have skill issues,” Jenna spatted as her lips stretched into an evil smirk. Zoe couldn't handle the betrayal and left her house to drown her sorrow at a club where she met a man who looked like the devil. Since her husband was cheating on her, Zoe decided to do the same. “Once we do this, you are mine,” the devil's replica declared.

Shin Kurose was an ordinary high school student—until the night he found himself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar medieval city, drenched in blood that wasn’t his own. Moments later, a dagger slid between his ribs, and his world faded to black. Then, he woke up. Trapped in the kingdom of Eryndell, Shin discovers that every time he dies, he is forcibly rewound to a fixed point in the past. But this ability comes with a cruel cost—each death leaves behind Echoes, haunting fragments of his suffering that warp reality around him. Worse still, he soon learns that his rewinds are limited, and when they run out, his death will be final. As he struggles to survive in a world where betrayal lurks in every shadow, Shin crosses paths with Celeste Valenforth, a runaway noble who carries a forbidden secret—the truth behind the Cycle of Ruin, an ancient curse that has doomed countless souls before him. With assassins, inquisitors, and wraiths hunting them at every turn, Shin must uncover the hidden forces controlling his fate before he becomes just another forgotten Echo in history. But with each loop, the world twists in unpredictable ways. Allies become enemies. Deaths grow more agonizing. And the deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world has already been destroyed once before. How do you defeat fate when it has already won?

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.

At that time, I had just lost my job, was so broke I could barely afford food, and the few crumpled bills left in my wallet seemed to be fighting each other. Just then, I spotted a job ad for a hotel doorman with the enticing words: “High pay, easy work, free meals, and lodging!” I felt a surge of excitement—being a doorman? Just standing by the door and greeting people? That’s easy! But on my first day, I realized this place was a total nightmare. Each guest was scarier than the last! Some wore all black with daggers on their belts, others walked in with sunglasses and hats pulled low, and one guy even carried a black bag, from which a few shell casings casually fell out. And wait, what’s up with the blood-soaked guy in a hockey mask…

“Chantelle Bently, you’re a murderer! Why are you still alive? You should have been the one to die!” Daniel shoved her away furiously, his face as dark and empty as the black suit he wore. Chantelle was caught off guard and lost her balance, falling hard onto her pregnant belly. The pain was unbearable, and she cried out as her body trembled. Chantelle shook her head desperately. “I told you, it wasn’t me! It was Kate!” In a trembling voice, she pleaded, “Daniel, how many times do I have to say this before you believe me? I didn’t betray your family or the Wilson Group Of Companies, and I didn’t cause your grandfather’s death.” Anger and resentment appeared in Daniel’s eyes as he threw the divorce settlement in Chantelle’s face. “Sign this now! From this day forward, I’ll make you pay a thousand times for everything you’ve done!” The sight of the document struck Chantelle like a dagger to her heart. Her whole body froze as if she had been cast into the icy wastelands of Hell. **** Her twin sister framed her, and her perfect family was destroyed on Christmas Eve. Things got worse when her husband handed her a divorce agreement. A month later, rumors spread that she had died in prison from depression. Six years later, she returned with a new face to take her revenge. She was beautiful but dangerous. Daniel felt both devastated and irritated when he saw the mysterious woman. She had the same name as his dead ex-wife, whom he hated most and the one he believed was responsible for his grandfather’s death. Despite his anger, he couldn’t deny the strong attraction he felt toward her. In fact, he was fatally obsessed and addicted to her, and the anger that had controlled him for six years slowly started to crumble.

Kael Draven, the strongest human who fought against the Anthi-Org—a universal threat set on conquering the universe—was betrayed by one of his own when victory was almost within reach. He and his allies were known as the Exo Primevals, the first to wield an Exoskeleton suit known as Aegis Prime—a powerful piece of equipment created by the most advanced species to finally destroy the Anthi-Org and end the war. But with his teammate betrayal, Kael was sealed away in impenetrable ice, his people’s planets fell under enemy control, and the Anthi-Org rose to dominance. The Exo Primevals were forced to retreat, doing what they could to salvage what remained of their worlds. Countless lives were lost. Centuries passed, and Kael’s icy prison eventually shattered. The strongest human—or what used to be—woke up in a future he barely recognized. Learning that the Anthi-Org won, Kael is now driven by revenge. He vows to find the one who betrayed him and finish what he started. The war may be lost, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be reignited. --- Additional Tags: Cold blooded protagonist, Smut, S*x Scenes, Antihero, *sshole Protagonist and more, mainly for flexibility. What to expect: This novel is LitRPG. If you are a fan of Power Rangers/Kamen Rider, Warframe, and other Suit related novel/movies/shows then this is for you. Try to read for at least 20 chapters and see if this novel fits your taste. It's slow at first as the world and structure of the story is forming along the way.

In life, they were inseparable. In death, he is left behind. After a tragic end to his life, a young man finds himself trapped as a ghost, bound to the world by his lingering love for Penelope, the woman he once called his own. As he watches from the shadows, he sees her slowly rebuild her life without him—laughing, loving, and finding happiness with someone new. Each moment is a dagger to his heart, a reminder of what he’s lost and what he can never have again. Penelope, still grieving the loss of her first love, struggles to reconcile her guilt with her desire to move on. When a kind and patient man enters her life, she finds herself torn between the past and the possibility of a new future. But as she takes tentative steps toward happiness, she can’t shake the feeling that she’s being watched—that somehow, the man she loved is still with her. Told in alternating perspectives, [Insert Title Here] is a hauntingly beautiful tale of love, loss, and the painful process of letting go. It explores the enduring power of love, even beyond death, and the bittersweet truth that sometimes, loving someone means setting them free.

The girl gave a sudden cry of protest. The leader of the beggars had caught her arm and, as she reached out for her dagger, the second man caught her free arm and twisted it up and away from her belt....... Authur sighed and quickly turned throwing back his cloak and drew his sword from where it was hanging behind his left shoulder. Producing weapons from under their rag clothes, the band of four beggars turned to deal with the newcomer. Authur sent the first man sprawling in the dust with a shrewd blow from his sword, as a dagger was raised to strike him. The second beggar had a cudgel, and as he slashed at Authur, he found himself facing an incredibly long sword, probably the longest he had seen in his life, snaking over the top of his hand to prick at his throat. The man howled, tripping over his feet in an effort to avoid the wicked looking sword. The third beggar attempted to come over from behind Authur, but Authur as if having eyes behind him quickly stepped to his right hand side, throwing his sword from his right hand to his left hand to meet the leader of the gang who himself had a wicked looking blade of his own also, which was sent flying at an incredibly fast speed from his hand. The leader howled and doubled over, clutching at his elbow. It was over.........

Inventor. Visionary. Genius. These were the words 19-year-old Ricky Dagger used to describe himself. And why not? It’s not every day someone invents a device as powerful as the Neural Disruptor Mark II. Still, he made an effort to appear humble—just for show. He couldn’t afford to draw too much attention, especially given the string of eerie, inexplicable deaths scattered across the city. Deaths he was very much responsible for. Unfortunately, someone had noticed. And worse? It was him—the weird guy who had been shadowing Ricky since freshman year. At first, Ricky found the guy’s relentless admiration amusing. The attention, though unsettlingly flirtatious, fed his ego. But now? It was just irritating. No matter where he went, the guy was there—always in the same classes, always lurking just a little too close. The final straw had been when he’d broken into Ricky’s room. He hadn’t stolen anything, hadn’t even touched a thing. But that wasn’t the point. Ricky, in his infinite generosity, had decided to kindly tell him to f*** off for good. But before he could, the guy had simply grinned and said, “I know your secret.” That was it. Ricky didn’t hesitate. No more games. No more flattery. The moment those words left his mouth, his fate was sealed. He had to go. And Ricky was more than capable of making that happen.

In a world ravaged by seven years of relentless war, nations have crumbled and civilization teeters on the brink of extinction. The relentless Shadow Army, led by ancient and malevolent gods, has brought death and devastation, reducing once-proud cities to ruins. Amidst this chaos, a desperate alliance known as the Frontier emerges, uniting the remnants of humanity, demons, elves, and angels in a final bid for suvival. As the war grinds to a bloody stalemate, Alexander, a soldier haunted by the brutal realities of conflict, finds himself in the fortified city of Pingyao. Here, he encounters Dr. Jin, a mad scientist whose eccentric genius might hold the key to turning the tide. Dr. Jin reveals the harrowing history of the Shadow Gods and the legendary Eight Blades forged to that could destroy the universe and make everything cease to exist but also rewrite it. Where the clash of steel and gun powered echoes through desolate landscapes and the cries of the fallen pierce the air like daggers, brutality reigns supreme. Blood flows freely, staining the earth crimson as warriors meet in deadly combat, their every strike infused with the raw fury of battle. Amidst the chaos, Alexander stands as a soldier, his sword cut down foes. Each blow he delivers is rage of violence, cutting through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Limbs are severed, bodies rent asunder, as Alexander's wrath knows no bounds. Doing the great battle 7 years ago against Azrael, Eve mysteriously disappeared in turn cause the apocalypse. Across the wasteland, survivors cuts a swath of destruction upon one another, blood flowing like river with the bodies of men, women, and children, with each day leaving a trail of carnage. As the battle rages on, the intensity of the violence only grows, each combatant driven by a primal urge to survive at any cost. Bodies pile up like cordwood, the stench of death hanging heavy in the air as the clash of steel continues unabated. In this crucible of bloodshed, there is no room for mercy or remorse. Only the strong survive, their will forged in the fires of war, their hearts hardened by the brutality of combat. And in the end, only the victor will emerge from the fray, their triumph measured in the bodies of the fallen. by ancient grudges, "Lost Honor" follows the journey of Eve, a once-powerful warrior stripped of her abilities and thrust into a conflict of cosmic proportions. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals, Eve grapples with lost memories and the burden of mortality, haunted by the ghosts of her past. Amidst the chaos, a mysterious figure known as Erebus plots to conquer Earth, unveiling a sinister plan that could spell doom for all. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Eve must confront her own demons and forge unlikely alliances in a desperate bid to save humanity. As old enemies resurface and new threats emerge, Alexander & Eve's journey becomes a relentless horror of tragedies of blood and death.

I do not own any of the worlds or characters that are used in this self insert except my oc and I will not be 100% accurate to the worlds or characters. this is a combination of 2 games and a novel that i have enjoyed. Warframe...Starcraft...Costume made demon lord system ...and any world I will visit in the future in this self insert .

Heaven’s Forsaken Tyrant In a world where only the strong have the right to live, Mo Xuanlong once stood at the peak of glory. But the trust he gave became the dagger that pierced his back. Betrayed by his sect, abandoned by the woman he protected, and destroyed by those who once swore loyalty to him—he died with an unquenchable hatred. But death was not the end. He was reborn, not as a victim, but as the tyrant forsaken by the heavens. With memories of his past life and power beyond human limits, Xuanlong swore to rewrite his destiny. The sects that thought him dead would witness the return of a being more terrifying than any demon. The traitors would kneel, begging for mercy—mercy that would never be granted. This world is filled with schemes, betrayal, and bloodshed. Only one law remains—those who are not strong enough to stand at the peak will be buried beneath it. If the heavens forsake me, then I shall tear them down myself.

Volume 1 #The infamous dark Alpha is my bodyguard# "I Blair, the third princess of Neblon, reject you as my Alpha..." She trailed off, No sooner had she said those words did she feel an excruciating pain in her chest that made her clench it hard.  Sad tears flowed down her cheeks as her gaze landed on the man whom she had loved with all she had, in despair. Why did it have to be like this? She had thought of living a simple and beautiful life with him alone. She was ready to leave everything behind for him, she was ready to forego her title as the princess... All for him and what did he do to repay her? He betrayed her. He betrayed every single trust she had for him, he shut her out of his heart like trash, and he treated her ruthlessly like how he did to everyone around him. If she had known, she wouldn't have fallen for him. She would have respited him the moment her eyes fell on him, she would have treated him like the animal he was but she was too late.   "I don't want you either" His heartless response came afterward, he hadn't even been fazed by her rejection.    Blair chuckled, she was laughing at her carelessness, her stupidity, her rash decision... She dragged her family and kingdom to hell just because of him. She was sure that Neblon would never forgive her, and her family would never forgive her for what she had done. -Volume 2- #The dark Alpha's salvation#   She wanted revenge on him, for destroying her life, killing those who were dear to her and those that were killed innocently. Out of everyone in the world, she hated and resented him the most.    "You are not my wife" He softly spoke, his gray eyes gazing at the hard hands in front of him. He knew the owner of this hand and he wanted her to reveal herself.    A taunting smile lingered on Blair's lips as she threw away the veil. She pointed the dagger close to his neck and pinned him to the large bed.      "Just who I thought it was" He breathed out as he stared into her eyes. Zephyr wouldn't have thought that she was this determined to kill him. She ruined his wedding by switching places with his bride just to have him killed. He must praise her.   "I won't let you off, I told you" She bellowed.  -Volume 3- See to -Bride of the shadows-

Senior student Victoria Winner is the campus queen and the heiress of her father’s empire, her name and beauty give her the strength to feel she owns the world. She is the hottest girl on campus, yet she doesn't want to date because, for her, no one is above her, and she is too beautiful to date just with anyone. And too proud of herself that no boys have ever kissed her. Girls envy her while she can toy the boys with her fingers. Until one day, a new guy on campus ruined her reputation by kissing her. Oliver Prize is the handsome and hot Alpha of the Valiant Pack, the most feared pack in the entire werewolf community. He was devastated when the elders asked him to watch over his mate from the Sterling Pack since he doesn’t believe in falling in love, and having a mate; for him, it was only a waste of time and energy. Oliver was forced to pretend as a high school senior student transferee at Zenith Academy, and his bad-boy yet mysterious aura made the girls fall for him except with one girl, Victoria. Excerpt: “How dare you steal my first kiss from me?" Victoria hissed as she looked daggers at Oliver. "And why do you ever feel so stressed about it when I can feel you enjoyed that kiss so much? It was just a kiss, Victoria. Besides, you don't even know how to kiss." Oliver replied with a smirk that made her angrier. "If you want, I can give you a kissing tutorial for free." He said and left her without taking a second glance, and that is why Victoria hated him with all her heart. He was the only guy on campus who got the courage to mess with the school queen by kissing her. He hated everything about her especially her guts, but he couldn't deny himself that the kiss he shared with Victoria was the best kiss he ever had. During Victoria's eighteenth birthday, she discovered what she truly is, a secret she can't even tell her best friend. And she realized the world she knew was all lies. Victoria couldn't accept what she was, and she found refuge in the arms of her mortal enemy, Oliver Prize. Victoria realized her archnemesis was her only salvation to survive in the new world full of mysteries and wickedness where she thought she would never belong. Can Victoria protect her heart from falling in love with the boy she hated the most? Is the Alpha going to deny or accept to himself that love exist and it is real when he realizes Victoria Winner, the mate he wanted to reject, captured his heart? (Warning: Contain mature content on the later part of the story.)

Splicers: Mages of creation, capable of bending the laws of nature to combine the DNA of various animals together to make evolved creatures or Evos. In this world there are no cars, planes, boats or many of the advanced technological marvels that we take for granted. Instead people and countries rely on Splicers and Evos for things ranging from transportation to national defense. Being a Splicer is basically a ticket to the good life for most. But not just anyone can be a splicer; you have to lucky to be born with the magic in you and even luckier to have the talent to distinguish yourself among millions of your peers. Follow Chase Kingston; a young splicer that was born in the one country in the world that being a splicer makes you a second class citizen; as he attends Andromeda College, the world's foremost institute of splicing knowledge. Where he will rub shoulders with the world's elite and future leaders of society. Far from the simple life he knew Chase will be thrown into the deep end as he learns just how cutthroat and competive the world of splicing is. Where behind even the friendliest of smiles hides a dagger aimed at your back. If Chase is to survive he'll need to gain knowledge, strength, and grit to overcome any challange. Can he do it? Read on and find out [Evo-lution is my first novel and a side project of mine. I plan to release multiple chapters a week but don't hold me to that! If this becomes more popular I'll devote more time to it. ....HUTEXA-THE-DJINN]

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

A prisoner to the royals, forced to play in their games, Fraero never wanted to leave, peace was once normality. The capital had other ideas... Nine contenders chosen, to battle for the throne of Thesia. Each vying desperately for power, alliances are fake and smiles hide daggers. Fraero is lost in a war with opponents far superior to himself. Outmatched, outnumbered, and with no clear path to victory, Fraero has only one option: to play the game better than anyone else. Collect = More chapters Power stone = Peasant gets stoned

Malhar did not have any mercy in his eyes, cutting the stomach of a 5 -year -old girl from a dagger. Malhar's eyes had a hawk to kill Arohi, but suddenly what came to Malhar's mind, Malhar started laughing with a dreaded laughter thinking of using Arohi for his benefit. Even after having millions of busesines, Malhar played the trick in which some lives were scorched. The result of this trick was not even imagined by Malhar himself, but nature does not leave anyone. Then came the time when the dear deal was done, and the destruction of four girls who came to Malhar's house due to the same deal, which overturned four lives in a single moment. , This deal because of some reason, cross all the extent of the cruelty, to know once ... My Husband Hate Me

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

Following Garran's journey who is a vanguard, he is tasked by the Order to exterminate demons infested in certain area. Throughout his adventure, he shall face a lot of obstacles. Unbeknownst to him, his mission would be a turning point of his life — forever changes his future into the most hated man, forced to wear an unwanted title made of misunderstanding. He shall be exiled and start over a new life in the new soil. Will he regain his honor back? Cleans his name and moving on? -sorry if there are any mistaken, English is not my first language, lol. -everything is fiction, if there are anything resembles to real life or other works, it is purely coincidence. -image cover skull and dagger (ai variation) by dgim-studio on freepik

"Fate is a chain. Those who break it are either gods… or ghosts." In a world where magic dictates hierarchy and noble houses wield power like kings, Eidralis Academy stands at the heart of it all—an institution where prodigies are shaped, alliances are forged, and the weak are discarded. When Aedric Valtherion awakens in the body of a noble heir, he is neither a savior nor a chosen one. He is a relic of the past, a forgotten soul who once fought in a war that history itself erased. His memories whisper of battles never recorded, of a betrayal that shattered eternity, and of a name that no longer exists. But something is wrong. His magic does not follow the laws of this world. His past and present seem to overlap, distort, and rewrite themselves. And an ancient prophecy—one that should have been buried—begins to unravel. "You are not meant to exist." The Academy is a battlefield, not just for magic but for power, secrets, and survival. The noble houses rule through hypocrisy, manipulation, and veiled daggers, each vying for control over the world’s fate. But beneath their political games lies something far darker—an unseen force pulling the strings, shaping history to its will. As Aedric delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding his reincarnation, he is faced with a terrible truth: The gods are not watching. The world is built upon lies. And the cycle of fate is not unbreakable—it is merely waiting for someone reckless enough to tear it apart. But at what cost? Will he unravel the truth before it consumes him? Or will he become the very monster he once swore to destroy?