Decay Incantation

Humanity has come a very long way. The human civilisation is no longer limited to Earth. They have reached beyond the Solar System and the Milky Way. Their existence echoes across the Laniakea Supercluster. Far future, the world is decaying. Frustrated from corruption and crony capitalism, courageous people start rebel against the Universal Government. After being separated from childhood, journey of Rov and Ilm will be eventually collided and they need to face a hideous yet dangerous opponent.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

A sudden crimson rain engulfs the world, shattering civilization and awakening a terrifying force buried deep within human DNA. Cities crumble into ruins, people mutate into monsters, and humanity’s greatest technological triumph becomes the source of its darkest nightmare. Alex Mercer, a cool-headed and fearless former international security advisor, becomes an unwilling participant in this apocalyptic game the night the disaster strikes Tokyo. When he awakens amidst the chaos, a cold, mechanical voice echoes in his mind—Evolution AI. This mysterious artificial intelligence doesn’t just grant him superhuman abilities; it pulls him into a conspiracy from which there is no escape. As the crimson rain spreads and the world’s order collapses, Alex must navigate through predator-like mutants and desperate survivors. The AI’s powers may be his only means to survive, but with every new evolution, he feels his humanity slipping further away. Crossing the wastelands of the Americas, infiltrating the decaying tech strongholds of Europe, and breaching Asia’s fortified enclaves, Alex uncovers the terrifying truth behind the crimson rain—this catastrophe may be the inevitable result of humanity’s own hubris. Is technology humanity’s salvation or its undoing? Is evolution the key to survival or a descent into madness? In a world drowned by crimson rain, Alex must choose: become the savior of the apocalypse or the ruler of a new world order. The end has come—but evolution is only beginning.

“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!”

Desperation is the failure of triumph, the journey of one marked by defeat, the haunting shadow of time misused and opportunities left to decay. Has the time for desperation slipped away, or is it always near? Was my yearning a flaw, or a truth I couldn’t deny? ••• He thought death had taken him. Yet, he found himself breathing, in a place that wasn’t his. He had barely finished the first volume, but what use was it without the chance to use it? He barely knew himself or his surroundings—how could he survive in a world fated to end? Not every tale is one of victory. But does it truly matter? “.....” “.....” •••

In the decaying heart of the Aureline Dominion, Karl Redhouse is no longer a forgotten background figure—he is the reluctant hero cursed with Return by Death. Each time death claims him, he is reborn at a predetermined “save point,” trapped in an endless cycle of loss and renewal. For centuries, this cruel fate has forced him to witness countless lives, battles, and betrayals, each rebirth etching deeper scars on his soul. But as the ruins of his crumbling world echo with the secrets of the past, Karl begins to suspect that his curse might also hold the key to his liberation. Driven by a desperate need to break the cycle, Karl embarks on a perilous journey through the forgotten districts of the Dominion. Guided by an ancient tome and the cryptic prophecy of an event known as the Eclipse of the Eternal, he delves into ruined temples and secret sanctuaries where the ancient magics of Curse and Spirit intermingle. With each step, he confronts the duality of his nature—balancing the destructive power of his Curse magic with the transcendent force of Spirit magic—in hopes of unearthing a way to rewrite his destiny. Parallel to Karl’s grim odyssey in the physical realm unfolds the vibrant digital saga of Wraithbound Chronicles. In this immersive virtual world, legendary heroes like Darian Blackwood and Lucien Ashford enact their mythic destinies, celebrated by multitudes and woven into the fabric of popular lore. While their dazzling exploits captivate the realm’s imagination, Karl’s personal struggle remains shrouded in solitude and suffering—a dark counterpoint to the heroic narratives of the game. Haunted by the echoes of countless past lives and driven by a spark of rebellious hope, Karl sets out to confront the hidden forces that control fate itself. Amid conspiracies orchestrated by secret organizations like the Inverted Sky and the looming threat of an encroaching Mirror Dimension, he must unravel the ancient mysteries of the Dominion. Only by embracing both the light and darkness within him can he hope to shatter the bonds of his cursed immortality and claim a future of his own making. In a world where death is a beginning and every resurrection is a chance to change the course of destiny, Karl Redhouse’s journey is a desperate, solitary battle against time itself—a quest to reclaim life from the clutches of eternal recurrence and to forge a destiny free from the shackles of the past.

In the fading village of Downtown, the Beaulieu estate looms as a somber relic of its oppressive history. Katherine Gomez, a determined young archivist who graduated with a first grade in law, arrives with plans to organize the estate’s records, believing it to be a straightforward task. One fateful day as she was searching the estate records in the community library, she discovered a hidden door to a secret study room which has been closed for years,she discovers letters from the 1800s penned by Celeste, an enslaved woman, revealing a shocking secret: she had a child with her captor, hidden to protect the family’s name. Katherine findings unravel the town’s long-held beliefs and bring her into contact with Lucien Beaulieu, the estate’s reclusive heir, weighed down by the guilt of his lineage. As they work together to uncover the truth, their differing perspectives create both conflict and undeniable chemistry. Meanwhile, someone desperate to protect the past resorts to sabotage and threats, endangering their lives and the village’s future. In a countryside overshadowed by the decaying Beaulieu estate, Katherine quest to give voice to history forces her to confront the estate’s eerie secrets and its lonely guardian, Lucien. Driven by guilt, Lucien isolates himself, tending to the estate while avoiding its buried truths. Katherine determination challenges his solitude, sparking tension that gradually gives way to a deep connection.

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

When Will Travers, a feature writer at a struggling newspaper, comes home ten minutes late, he’s not prepared for the bombshell his wife, Leona, is about to drop. After eight years of marriage, she announces her decision to leave him, blaming a hidden sorrow: their inability to have children. As Will navigates the heartbreak and the eerie calm of his sudden solitude, he reflects on the unraveling of his life—from the once-loving bond he shared with Leona to his firm belief in an odd, personal superstition: he should have married a left-handed woman. Set against the backdrop of a decaying newspaper industry, The Left-Handed Truth is a bittersweet exploration of failure, resilience, and the humorous quirks that help us move forward. Will’s journey to rediscover purpose and rebuild his life is equal parts poignant and unexpectedly inspiring, proving that sometimes the path to healing lies in embracing your imperfections—and the unpredictable hands of fate.

I woke up in a dark dungeon, my body screaming in agony, reeking of death. The air was thick with decay, each breath clawing at my throat. My mind was blank, a hollow void. "Who am I?" I whispered, but no answer came. Stumbling into the world beyond, I was greeted by thick fog and cold silence. The ground was littered with gutted bodies and shattered swords—fragments of lives lost to battles I couldn’t begin to understand. The monsters I’d killed to get here felt like a prelude to something worse. I couldn’t stop wondering about the stories behind the broken swords, the fallen warriors. Maybe my own story lay hidden among them. They say curiosity killed the cat. I can only hope my curiosity ends up killing me too.

Humans and animals from Earth are mysteriously dissapearing, leaving behind only questions and chaos. Governments are clueless, authorities are helpless, and the world is drowning in panic. Leon lost everything to the disaster and vowed to hold the entity behind it accountable. That very day, he vanished, pulled into a dimension where the laws of nature reigns supreme, and the path to endless evolution is open to all races—including humans. But survival here is no easy feat. Death and danger lurk around every corner, and only the strongest can thrive. Emerging victorious from a deadly confrontation, Leon gained a skill that lets him offer his kills to gain a portion of their strength and skills. [Sacrificed a shambling undead. Gained a minor increase in stamina and a slight resistance to decay (increases lifespan!) [Sacrificed a fiery blob. Gained the Fireball skill and minor heat resistance.] [Sacrificed a beast with strong lifeforce. Constitution +1.] [Sacrificed a blood sucker. Gained enhanced night vision and the Cloak of Shadows skill.] How long will he able to survive in his new reality with this skill? Read on to find out!

"I only want one thing: immortality. It's not just a desire—it's a dream, the singular purpose that drives me. I’ve heard the laughter of children, their joy so pure, and witnessed the sorrow etched in the tears of the old, heavy with a lifetime of regret. I’ve felt the biting chill of snow that stings the skin and the soothing warmth of fire that brings fleeting comfort. Yet, deep down, I know—these sensations, these fleeting moments of life, are chained to a body destined to decay, to crumble into dust. Every step forward is a step further from the world I once knew. The laughter fades, the tears are left behind, and all that remains is a vast, consuming loneliness. And yet, I walk. Because beyond that loneliness lies something greater: freedom. A soul unshackled from the chains of mortality, unburdened by the weight of human sorrow. A spirit untethered, soaring above the heavens, able to glimpse the eternal truths hidden in the infinite expanse of the cosmos. This is my Dao—not for power, not for fame, but for understanding. If pursuing it means becoming a madman, so be it. If the world deems me a heretic, I will bear that name. For what is sanity, what is acceptance, compared to the chance to touch eternity?" ............... 12 Chapter/Week Continuing this novel after taking permission from the author of The Lonely Wanderer who posted original in Royal Road.

In a world where the Sevengod Church with an iron fist, Oliver, a downtrodden acolyte struggling to survive, uncovers a terrifying truth: the gods are long dead, their thrones consumed by madness. The Church’s “Divine Circuits” aren’t holy—they are cursed shackles, binding humanity to the ravenous, decaying deities they claim to serve. In reality, humans are mere sacrifices, fed to the gods to prolong their fading existence. Armed with the Blasphemy Codex System, Oliver treads a dangerous path. Each time he desecrates a god or slays a hypocritical priest, Oliver draws power from the Codex, strengthening himself with every heresy. The so-called divine beings of holy love? The great, selfless clergy? The beloved by all? Let me expose their true nature, and show everyone the maggots crawling beneath the shiny facade! This is what Oliver is doing, this is how Oliver grows stronger! When the last fancy lie falls apart in his bloody hands, Oliver finally sees the truth—those so-called gods never wanted worship, just the fear in human eyes. Now, the Codex speaks of dead stars rising again, its pages filled with secrets that could either create new gods from fallen believers or destroy everything in their final scream. Will his sword bring salvation, or just make him the most terrifying monster in this deadly game?

[Before existence, a whisper stirred in the darkness, resonating with the essence of all that was, is, and will be. This whisper did not belong to any god or creator, but to an ancient, formless force sealed in the depths of the Abyssalvoid, a realm older than time itself. For eons, this being of unimaginable power lay dormant, its name lost to time, its presence forgotten by reality. But silence always has a sound, and from the void came a heartbeat—a signal that the entity was awakening. The Author of Realities, a cosmic force responsible for shaping the Nexus Verse, had once sealed this being—known only as ???—to protect the multiverse from its chaotic power. Now, the Author faces a difficult decision as he begins to release the very force he once contained. As the incantation is spoken, the Abyssalvoid trembles and the oppressive presence of ??? seeps back into existence. The entity emerges as a constantly shifting, formless mass of darkness and light, its power capable of bending reality itself.] "Huff.. I had finally finished this prologue." said Zar, as he finishes the prologue to his first novel, the Nexus Verse, on his 22nd birthday. His story revolves around multiverses, gods, and unimaginable forces. But as he prepares to celebrate with his family, something strange happens. A sudden, sharp pain overtakes him, and when Zar awakens, he finds himself in an unfamiliar realm—one that mirrors the world he had written. Confused and terrified, Zar explores the mysterious, ancient environment around him. He stumbles upon a glowing portal surrounded by runes and symbols, just like the ones in his story. As the portal pulls him into another dimension, As the story goes Zar suddenly realises something... and says "Hi, readers just don't die while reading this!!!"

That night, Aegis Squad infiltrated an abandoned laboratory complex to capture a mutated zombie alive for research. The air reeked of rusted metal and decay. "Make sure the trap is ready," whispered Major Pan Colman. Lila nodded, checking her device. "Ready, just waiting for the bait." Hart, tracking zombie movement, looked uneasy. "They’re smarter than we thought. We must move fast." From the shadows, a massive mutated zombie with armor-like skin emerged. "Wait for it to step into the trap," Pan whispered. As the creature moved forward, Lila activated the device. Steel clamps trapped it, sending high-voltage shocks that made it thrash violently. Before they could celebrate, Hart panicked. "Major, something big is moving behind us!" From the ruins, a giant zombie with protruding bones emerged, smashing through a wall with unnatural speed. "We need to move, now!" Pan ordered. The squad hauled the trapped zombie into their containment truck, escaping as the complex collapsed behind them. Inside the vehicle, Dr. Alaric muttered, "This isn't normal mutation. The virus is evolving too fast." Hart nodded. "It’s as if someone designed them. But who? And why?" Suddenly, a loud metallic thud echoed from the roof. "What was that?" Lila asked, weapon raised. Hart checked his tablet. "Something's on top of us! But it wasn’t detected before!" Pan signaled. "Rico, stop the vehicle. Lila and I will check." They stepped out and looked up. A tall, gaunt creature with razor-sharp claws clung to the roof, staring at them with soulless black eyes. "What the hell is that?" Lila whispered. The creature lunged with blinding speed. Pan and Lila dodged, but their bullets had no effect. "Get back inside! Now!" Pan commanded. They sprinted back, Rico hitting the gas. Hart read his tablet. "This thing… it's like a predator. Faster, stronger." Dr. Alaric whispered, "If this was made by Dominion, we’re dealing with a far deadlier bioweapon than I imagined." The creature pursued them, closing the distance. Lila and Pan fired, but it dodged effortlessly. In one leap, it grabbed the steel trap containing the mutated zombie. "It’s trying to take the zombie!" Lila yelled. Pan hurled a smoke grenade, forcing the creature to retreat. The vehicle sped away. Inside, tension remained thick. "We can't keep running," Pan stated. "We need to fight back. And we need to find out what Dominion of Varex has really done."

In a future where ancient cultivation meets advanced quantum technology, a young man named Lin Yu awakens to the mysterious power of the Quantum Core—a nanochip infused with primordial spiritual energy. In the decaying ruins of a once-glorious metropolis, Lin Yu’s life is forever changed when a violent surge of energy unlocks his latent abilities. As he navigates the sprawling Spiritual Continent—a world divided into a central realm and nine perilous secret domains—he discovers that his destiny is intertwined with a cosmic conflict. Facing ruthless factions, enigmatic allies, and an emerging extraterrestrial threat, Lin Yu must master both ancient wisdom and futuristic science to forge a new order and embark on an interstellar expedition that could reshape the fate of humanity.

In the fractured realm of **Everburn Labyrinth**, where ash falls like snow and forgotten gods whisper through cursed bloodlines, **Seryn Octavius**—the last heir of the soul-devouring **Emberdirge Dynasty**—barters memories for power. His family’s ancestral curse binds him to a grim truth: every drop of alchemical elixir he brews erases a fragment of his past. But when his exiled mentor, **Lady Eluinora**, is exposed as a traitor who sold his clan to the God of Oblivion, Seryn’s quest for vengeance unravels a millennia-old conspiracy: the very curses that cripple the ancient dynasties are shards of a slain primordial deity, and *he* is the crucible to resurrect it. To survive, Seryn must master the forbidden **Ashborne Alchemy**, turning his family’s funeral rites into weapons—distilling grief into corrosive mists, forging vows into chainblades, and weaponizing his own decaying soul. Allies become liabilities: a mechanized orc warrior whose heart ticks toward self-destruction, a moon-cursed assassin hunting her reflection, and Eluinora herself, whose lies may hold the only key to salvation. As the **Clockwork Throne** awakronsume cities into slag and the **Thousand-Eyed Abyss** hungers for his lineage, Seryn faces an impossible choice: embrace the erosion of his humanity to become the realm’s destroyer, or shatter the alchemical laws of the universe—and with them, every soul he vowed to protect

Warning: Contains heavy sexual content. In this dark fantasy tale, our protagonist, a man reincarnated in a world of swords and magic, stands out for his depravity, violence, and insatiable desires. Unlike conventional heroes, he harbors no ambitions for strength or power; instead, he pursues an unapologetically hedonistic goal — claiming all the women who cross his path. The narrative delves into explicit and controversial themes, exploring the darkest corners of the protagonist's character, including incest and age-related taboos. Brace yourself for a story where the boundaries of morality are pushed to their limits, as the protagonist, a true embodiment of moral decay, refuses to be hindered by societal norms or ethical constraints.

On the night of the starless sky, the king’s consort, in an attempted to stop the king from carrying out an unspeakable act, breached the vault of divinity—she dared to seize powers meant only for the gods. And in her audacity, she did not merely steal the empire that night; she stole the light of heaven and the balance of the entire world. The consequences of what followed were disastrous; humanity awoke to terrifying new abilities, powers born not of blessing but of a divine curse. Some used these powers for violence and dominion. Others who were consumed by it were turned into monstrosities. The land itself became diseased, and profanities of every kind roamed the lands: creatures of unholy origin, and people whose humanity had been corrupted. Amid all these, Damek Velmontis, a young boy from a tribe of no significance, sought a place where he and others were safe, untouched by the decay that stained every corner of existence… Nowhere offered safety... Damek was hunted and betrayed by the sins of those who brought the world to ruin. They told him to accept the new order, to embrace the decay as the natural state of things. He rejected the curse of a ruined world and the complacency of its survivors. Refusal turned to rage and rage to resolve. If the world was too broken to be fixed, then he would destroy those who had shattered it. He would hunt down every one of them. Should the world ultimately prove irredeemable in the end, he would bestow upon the universe its most desperate need: Oblivion.

In a fractured world where ancient bloodlines (Royal Clans) wield godlike powers derived from celestial 'Eclipse Cores'. 'Kael Veyra ', a rogue mercenary with a mysterious past, discovers he is the last descendant of the 'Voidweavers'—a clan erased from history for wielding the forbidden power to 'manipulate entropy' (decay and creation). As Kael is drawn into a war between the Royal Clans, he must decide whether to destroy the corrupt system or become the monster the world fears. But the Eclipse Cores whisper secrets: they are fragments of dead gods plotting resurrection, and Kael’s blood is their key.

The Apocalypse is in full swing. Defiled - powerful creatures corrupted by the Great Collision - prowled the lands in search of prey. Unfortunately for them, the human race had long since retreated behind the secure walls of the Sanctuary of Everlast. During one of his regular excursions outside the Sanctuary, Alden is separated from Celeste. - his childhood friend and crush. In that moment, he came to regret never summoning the courage to confess. Somehow managing to survive thanks to some trickery, Alden awakens as a mage. Instead of receiving a normal power, he gains the ability to decay. What's more, during his ascension, he received a vision from his future self advising him not to trust the Asterons - celestial beings who had saved his race from inescapable doom. Normally... such a revelation wouldn’t faze Alden. However, there was only one major problem with the declaration, though. Celeste was bound with an Asteron. And not just any normal Asteron... She had made a pact with one of the Divine Sovereigns. ________ Cover is not mine. I found it on Pinterest. Link to discord server: https://discord.gg/VPEtsc4c

Humanity,angered god and she left the world,and sent her executioners called "seekers".Maybe it was pity,or last spark of love for humanity,but she gave power to special few to fight with the Decay .These special humans are called NighShades,and they are the only hope for humanity.In this situation,this story follow Volaris,a young boy,who wants only thing,and that is venegance by any means,at any cost.

A young man from a chaotic country seeks to prevent war to protect his loved ones. To gain influence, he travels to other nations and encounters interesting allies and powerful enemies. He learns that achieving his goal is not as simple as he initially imagined, however, his allies help him reach his full potential.

I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it. Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape. "You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please," I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart. He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas. "Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing." Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me. "You're my alpha, where else would I be?" he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise. My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go. - General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace. **** STOP!!!! HERE IS 9 REASONS YOU SHOULD GIVE THIS A SHOT 1. Omegaverse 2. The Alpha is a greenflag. 3. Fluff, and cheesey cliche romance. 4. Faceslapping and revenge. 5. Smut, with no dubcon or noncon. 6. OP husband. 7. Really cliche plot honestly. Those historical manhwas but make it gay. 8. The omega/bot is not a pushover. 9. I'm asking you give it a shot please.

As dawn's light filters through the ancient forest surrounding Greystone, the village is enveloped in a thick fog of dread. For a year, misfortune has plagued the once-thriving community—crops wither, livestock are mysteriously drained of blood, and a new fever claims the lives of its people. Rumors of restless spirits and dark omens abound. In a desperate bid to uncover the source of the village's suffering, Father Lucien, the village healer, ventures into the crypts at the edge of Greystone. The crypts, long feared and abandoned, are filled with the stench of decay and the shadows of the deceased. As Lucien delves deeper, he is horrified to discover that the dead have risen. Their eyes glow with a malevolent hunger, and a dark force drives them beyond their eternal rest. The village's fate now rests on our adventurers' shoulders as they must unravel the mystery of the ancient curse and confront the dark power threatening to consume Greystone.

In the vibrant city of Luminaria, Evelyn Shard leads a seemingly ordinary life as an archivist in the historical library, immersed in the quietude of ancient texts and the rhythm of daily routine. However, her nights are haunted by vivid dreams of a grand hall adorned with arcane symbols and the echo of whispered incantations, pulling her into a realm of magic and mystery. Any reviews or comments on the novel will be appreciated :) (Chapters will be Uploaded when Finished) [Please don’t forget to support this novel by sending Powerstones if you like it. More stones means more chapters.]

What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of death? Every day, people are born and others die. All creatures follow the same cycle, but how do we define good and evil? There is a saying: "Retribution for sins may not come immediately, but it always comes in time." Not everything you see is true, and not everything you hear can be trusted. The eternal conflict between light and darkness drags countless innocent lives into its grasp. Beware of karma, for the Eradicator calculates everything. Mercy exists, but so does mercilessness. To the Eradicator, there is no distinction among creatures, no difference between the good and the wicked. All are judged equally. A young man awakens in a coffin, his memories erased, clutching onto nothing but his name. Questions claw at his mind: Who is he? What is his purpose? And why does the world seem so unfamiliar, yet so steeped in judgment and decay? As he searches for answers, he becomes entangled in a web of destiny where the boundaries of justice and vengeance blur. The Eradicator watches, calculating every move, as the young man begins to unravel the truth of his existence—and the power he unknowingly wields.

The world around me lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of what once was, my hand squelched in the thick, dark liquid that stained the cracked pavement—blood, pooling from the fallen, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded. Buildings, once towering symbols of human achievement, now stood as skeletal remains, their shattered windows resembling empty eyes staring into the abyss. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and despair, mingling with the acrid smoke that still curled from the remnants of pink fires still burning brightly . Strangely everywhere was silent, as i searched for a sign of life in this hellish landscape, searching for any sign of life or hope. Every shadow felt like a threat, and every sound made my heart race. In this world, weakness was the greatest sin. As I looked down at my chest only to see it peirced by a metal rod and my leg twisted as if ensuring i wouldn't try to walk, i was filled with so much pain that i couldn't think straight as my mind was filled with the death of my parents and the destruction that seems to echo around me. Only the remnants of my humanity and the pain that I was feeling that was judging my presence in this broken reality. I wanted to stay alive i truly did, but the weight of the image of my blood-soaked dead bodies of my parents lingered in my mind, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that had consumed us all. Thinking back I thought 'what has led to this.' I recently received inspiration so I decided to integrate into the story rather than outrightly deleting it, so I am rewriting the story from the beginning, only a few things will change so bear with me, I will mention the end of my rewriting when am done

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*

In the shadows of a decaying castle, a mysterious cat with an unsettling grin and ancient, mismatched eyes reigns supreme. It is not a demon, nor a god, but something far more primordial—an embodiment of Consumption itself. With its two loyal servants, Nyriphim, a half-succubus noblewoman, and Celest, a bloodthirsty scythe-wielder, the cat orchestrates an endless cycle of deception, luring generations of warriors to their doom. Its goal is simple: to devour. Not just flesh, but memories, legacies, and existence itself, returning all to the Void. This is no ordinary predator. It is the hunger that devours worlds, the appetite of creation, and the inevitable end of all things. And it is always hungry.