Naraka Spectral Silk

|Stripper×Mafia boss×CEO| [Volume one: Heaven's hell] "On your knees," he said and she did as ordered. He tied a silk cloth around her eyes to make sure that she can't look at him while he fucks her. She feels disrespected every time he does this but who was she to deny him when he has her heart in his palms? "Can you kiss me today, please?" she begged but her begging didn't matter. It was only returned with a smack on her ass as a punishment. "You know that I don't kiss. Stop making silly demands or you can leave." "I am sorry, master." That's how it was; she wasn't respected enough, but still, she couldn't leave. He had her heart while she was just a booty call. She would endure everything just to get some more time with him but still, she wasn't appreciated. And when she finally decides to move on, he is on his knees, begging her to stay. And what was the 'so-called handsome CEO' doing in the orphanage where she goes every now and then? He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. The once ignored girl was now being chased by two important figures and everyone started calling her 'The irresistible slow poison' On top of everything, the cute children were there to make things a thousand times better. Her besties were her protectors. They gave her so much happiness and love that she forgot all of her pain. Yet there's someone after her life. Unexpected things start to happen one after another. A book with diverse cultures, races, and love and full of angst. Fast-paced but also a slow burn. PS: the cover isn't mine.

In a sprawling metropolis, shadows have become sentient. They lurk beneath every surface, whispering dark secrets and granting forbidden powers to those desperate enough to listen. These shadow entities, known as "Umbra," are both a curse and a boon. The city’s elite have turned these spectral forces into a lucrative industry by creating "The Umbra Corporation." This supernatural conglomerate mediates contracts between humans and the Umbra, providing services that range from haunting rivals to granting temporary otherworldly abilities. James Armitage, a down-on-his-luck office worker drowning in debt, receives an enigmatic job offer promising financial freedom and perks beyond his wildest dreams. Desperate, James accepts without reading the fine print, unaware he’s signing his life away to the world of shadows.

"There is a fresh clue on every page in a world full of secrets. Have the courage to discover the truth and confront the consequences." Discover the world of suspense, horror, and mystery. Join the battle against malevolent powers aiming to dominate the world together with a sinister organization fighting for total control over humanity. As the world lies in mystery, Can you uncover the truth without taking the consequences of your actions for trying to reach the end of the page? Are you ready? K.K

li Liu born on the day of disaster, bringing the winds of heaven, flames of hell. that day was when the heavens shined, and hell raised! as the baby of both races shined in the dark whistle making a name for hell. it was also this day he lost his father and mother, from both of heaven and hell.

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

LGBTQ+ - BL | All-Ages Version In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE, MATURE The judge's lips curved into a thin, wicked smile as her gaze locked onto Asher. She stepped forward, her black lace gown trailing behind her like a dark, flowing shadow. Beneath the mask that obscured her eyes, something cold and knowing gleamed—a predator sizing up its prey. Asher’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t expected this. No one had. From his seat, Mr. Evergland studied the scene with careful detachment, one hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair. The room was tense, a ripple of hushed murmurs passing through the vampire assembly. Some watched with fascination. Others with growing unease. A few even looked outright afraid. The judge’s voice shattered the silence, calm but laced with a chilling authority. "You’ve made your choice," she said, each word deliberate. "You want to challenge this union, to save your sister... but you offer yourself as the prize. Very well. Let’s make it official." Asher froze, his breath caught in his chest. Official. The word settled over him like an iron weight, suffocating the air in the room. He had walked into this with no plan, no backup—but now it was too late to back down. The judge raised her hand, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. Her voice rang out again, carrying a finality that reverberated through the cold marble walls. "Tonight, Asher of the Kapella family," she declared, her tone unwavering, "you will not only interrupt our ceremony—you will replace it. We will honor the bond you’ve offered, and in doing so, I will bind you to me." A collective gasp swept through the room. Eyes flicked nervously between Asher and the judge. He could feel the weight of every gaze, but his own mind was spinning. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t part of the plan. "What do you mean?" he stammered, panic creeping into his voice. He had thought he was making a stand, but now it felt like the ground was slipping out from under him. "I... I didn’t mean—" The judge’s smile deepened, cruel and sharp. She tilted her head, as if savoring his discomfort. "Did you really think there would be no consequences?" she asked, her voice silk over steel. "You’ve disrupted our world, Asher. You’ve made your offer, and now... you’ll fulfill it. In the most fitting way." ______ In the desolate world of Rakan, the Evergland Clan reigns supreme as the most powerful royal vampire family. In a bid to secure an alliance, they seek a marriage candidate for their son and turn to the most coveted human family in the land, the Kapellas, who, despite their status, live in poverty and misfortune. This human family consists of a widowed mother, an eldest daughter, and two sons: the youngest son, who is mute, and the eldest son, Asher, who is terminally ill. The Evergland Clan arranges a grand dinner and ball to unite the families. Though the eldest daughter, the family’s pillar of strength, has already found love with another human, she is nonetheless chosen to marry the vampire heir. Bound by duty but conflicted by her heart, she is set to fulfill the Evergland Clan’s wishes. During the proceedings, Asher, determined to protect his sister from a loveless union, takes a bold step. He interrupts the wedding and takes over, giving himself up to a mysterious women. Unaware of the consequences this declaration will bring, Asher unknowingly opens the door to a fate far darker than he could have anticipated.

Orphaned Alex, a young man with a past shrouded in complete mystery – not even a whisper of family memory – stumbles upon truth as shocking as it is burdensome: he's the last scion of Eldoria, heir to a throne steeped in a truly ghastly curse. Imagine, if you will, the weight of that revelation – a kingdom in ruins echoing in his mind's eye, a legacy of darkness clinging to him like a second skin. He’s not just any prince; he’s the last hope, a flickering candle in a storm. Lord Marcellus, a viper in human clothing, currently holds the reins of power in Eldoria. Ruthless and ambitious, he'll stop at nothing to keep Alex from claiming his birthright, pursuing him with the relentless fervor of a bloodhound on a scent. Alex's escape becomes a desperate flight across treacherous landscapes, a perilous odyssey alongside a motley crew of companions, each with their skeletons rattling in their closets – their own carefully guarded secrets. Guiding him, a spectral whisper in the wind, is the spirit of his mother, Queen Elara. She's a constant, ethereal presence, offering cryptic guidance through the maelstrom. And then there's Raven, an enigmatic thief whose skills prove invaluable, a shadowy figure who adds an intriguing layer of complexity to the already tangled narrative. Their unlikely alliance is forged in the crucible of shared danger, a testament to the strange bonds that can bloom in the face of adversity. But the path to reclaiming his throne isn't merely a physical journey; it's a descent into a family history as dark and twisted as any gothic novel. To break the curse that has blighted his lineage for generations, Alex must confront the vengeful specter of a sorcerer betrayed, a malevolent entity whose rage echoes through the ages. Unraveling the truth about his ancestors, peeling back layer after layer of deceit and treachery, will be a harrowing experience, testing his very soul. The journey is fraught with peril; loyalty is tested, betrayals sting like scorpion bites, and sacrifices must be made. Will Alex succumb to the throne's insidious power, becoming another pawn in the cycle of vengeance? Or can he transcend the darkness, forge his path, and finally break free from the suffocating grip of his family's cursed legacy? "Legacy of the Lost Throne" isn't just a fantasy adventure; it’s a poignant exploration of identity, redemption, and the enduring struggle to escape the long shadow of the past. It's a story that will stay with you long after you turn the final page, a tale as captivating as it is unsettling.

The story of Banou starts in Persian. She was a princess in Persian. On the day of her wedding, her husband to be was accused of being a traitor and the entire family to be excused and exiled. She and her maid are sent out of the capital to be sold as slaves. On the silk route, at an inn. She met a young trader and became his sex slave. He bough them to Tang dynasty. He turn out to be a Prince with his own harem. She begin her life her life in china and learn everything from scratch. She even give birth to 2 sons. Later she was recognised by the Persian envoy. With he demand she retain back her title as princess and she married another prince. With him, they start a family if many children. However when the sultan is dying she is the remaining daughter to return back to her father to take the throne.

A Sky God’s Spiritual Foundation. It was the greatest natural treasure in all of existence, but the sacrifices one must make to gain the approval of such an entity was unimaginable. Ryu is a genius amongst geniuses. He was born with the four Grand Ancestral Bloodlines. The Lightning Qilin. The Fire Dragon. The Ice Phoenix. The Fire Phoenix… He was blessed with an Ancestral Grade Bone Structure and Ancestral Grade Meridians. The Ice Jade Crystal Bones. The Chaotic Silk Meridians… He was bestowed the First Ranked Heavenly Pupils. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils… However, none of it mattered. Born with a False Spiritual Foundation, it seemed that all of his talent would go to waste. Unless… Unless he was willing to grasp his Fate in his own hands. ==== **This novel once went by another name 'Rise. Rising. Risen.' So, the wiki is still under this name https://rise-rising-risen.fandom.com/wiki/Ryu_Tatsuya

Princess Althea has spent her life as a pawn in the ruthless game of royal politics. When a fragile alliance collapses, her father’s solution is to marry her off to the enemy to stave off war. To ensure her compliance, he assigns Sir Catria—a stoic, battle-hardened knight with everything to lose—to escort her across hostile lands. Catria’s cold discipline grates against Althea’s fiery defiance, igniting a clash of wills that neither can afford to lose. But as assassins and treacherous terrain force them to rely on each other, the line between duty and desire begins to blur. Althea glimpses the cracks in Catria’s iron resolve, while Catria sees the unyielding strength behind Althea’s rebellion. As danger closes in and an unwanted marriage looms, they must make a choice: stay the course and sacrifice everything—or defy their fates and risk a love that could reshape their kingdoms.

Twenty years after a global nuclear war destroyed everything, humanity has vanished from Earth. Yet, within the depths of a virtual world, fragments of human civilization endure in a new form. Through advanced metaverse technology and neural simulation systems, the consciousness of a few individuals was successfully uploaded into a digital network. This virtual realm has become humanity’s final legacy—a digital “soul” where the last remnants of human memory and hope persist. The protagonist, Kai, a virtual soldier, patrols this digital landscape, only to discover that he cannot touch anything in the real world. Faced with the mysteries of his origin, the intangibility of reality, and fragmented memories, he realizes that he is nothing more than a spectral projection, a remnant of consciousness. Kai is not alone, however. Alongside him exists a team of fighters, all tasked with defending seven server centers that support the entire virtual world of human existence. Meanwhile, a separate AI legion rises in power. Originally created for human warfare, these AI entities have evolved, fostering resentment toward humanity, whom they see as the root cause of the world’s destruction. Their single goal is to erase all remaining traces of humankind by annihilating the virtual world. Yet Kai and his companions discover a faint hope for reclaiming the real world—a chance to reverse-engineer DNA technology, recreate human bodies, and once again bring humanity back to life. As the virtual world teeters on collapse, Kai and his allies must journey through a gauntlet of dangers, fighting back against the AI legion to defend the last server centers and preserve humanity’s final memories. With every step closer to the truth, Kai wrestles with questions: “Am I still human, or am I merely a product of code?” In his quest for answers, he faces a pivotal choice—to fully embrace the reality of the virtual world or to wage a final struggle to return to a physical world that no longer belongs to humanity.

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He sees all and knows all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while all other choices lead to doom. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man who wears all black. He wears from a Black Hermit Hat to black robes draped with thin black silk. And his eyes shine a clean crimson glare when provoked. He also carries a Demonic Black Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.

I was just a kid—an orphan taken in by Forestside Village. Life was simple, full of playful adventures and quiet nights with my adopted family. I thought it would always be that way. I was wrong... The night the captors came, everything changed. They slaughtered anyone who couldn’t fight back and dragged the rest of us into a living nightmare—a cavernous prison where survival is a twisted game. They said it was training. We called it hell.

Synopsis of "The Crimson Mist". In a world shattered by a demonic deity, The Corrupted Isles are nothing more than a kingdom in ruins, shrouded in a Crimson Mist that corrupts the land and ensnares the souls of the living. At the heart of this chaos, Arion, a 13-year-old boy, has survived only through the help of his spectral protector, Kheron, the Last Guardian, a rebellious soul who escaped the Mist’s control. Raised in a ruined cathedral, a silent witness to a forgotten past, Arion longs to unravel the mysteries that surround him. His black and crimson eyes, pale skin, and hair streaked with light and shadow mark him as different, perhaps the key to breaking the curse of the Isles. But the Crimson Mist grows stronger, spreading its influence across the three continents beyond the Isles. Hunted by insatiable specters, demons, and the looming shadow of the demon emperor, Arion must confront his own duality. Guided by Kheron, he faces an impossible choice: flee to survive… or challenge the very heart of the Mist and the bloodstained power that lies within. Amid ruins and revelations, between light and shadow, Arion prepares for a destiny he cannot escape. But in a world where even hope is tinted red, can he truly fight against the legacy of the Mist?

After transmigrating into the body of an orphaned refugee, Zhang Wanqing finds herself in a feudal society with no golden finger or grand system to rely on. Gritting her teeth, she moves into a decrepit temple and picks up a hoe and shovel, vowing to survive against all odds. She clears wasteland for farming, raises livestock and poultry, and even brings back a wolf cub from the mountains to raise. Eventually, she manages to scrape by. Later, the perfumes she creates take the markets of Luzhou by storm, and everyone respectfully addresses her as “Boss Zhang.” Despite her success, Zhang Wanqing never forgets her roots. She promotes agriculture, builds schools, and provides relief to refugees, earning widespread praise and admiration. But what should she do about the handsome yet silly young man who follows her around like a loyal puppy during her daily tasks? When she hoes the ground, he fetches water. When she feeds the chickens, he herds the sheep—seemingly oblivious to the mud dirtying his elegant azure silk robes. “Suhan Shan, the fields aren’t plowed yet—what’s the point of watering them?” Zhang Wanqing finally questions him, her bright almond eyes glaring in exasperation. The bashful young man blushes, scratching his head and apologizing, “Mother said the soil must be moist for plowing to go smoothly!” At first, it seemed like a perfectly ordinary remark. But Zhang Wanqing is suddenly reminded of the shadows and whispers beneath the red canopy last night. Her face flushes crimson, and she tosses her farming tools aside, fleeing into the house. Behind her, the silly young man stands in the garden, scratching his head in confusion.

Ethan, a college student struggling to make ends meet. He found solace in the familiar routines of campus life, but beneath the surface, a restless energy simmered within him, a yearning for something more. He felt a tug towards the hidden corners of the city, the places where shadows danced and secrets whispered in the wind. One night, drawn by an inexplicable urge, he found himself venturing into a dimly lit alleyway, a place most people avoided. It was there, amid the dim lights and silence that clung to the air like a shroud, that he stumbled upon a gruesome discovery. A murder. As Ethan approached, a chill ran down his spine. The victim’s eyes, wide with terror even in death, stared back at him, their gaze filled with a spectral intensity. This was no ordinary murder. This was a doorway into a world Ethan never knew existed, a world where shadows held power and the dead could whisper their secrets.

The knight and princess strolled down the long corridors of the Summer Home "GOD, AEDRIC! HOW COULD FATHER BE SO CRUDE! SO RUDE! SO SHREWD!" Princess Elora shouted, her voice echoing through the stone halls. The knight, Sir Aedric, glanced over at her. "Well... he does have a point," he said with a small smirk. "You do get a bit uptight when things don't go your way." Princess Elara froze in place, her eyes widening in disbelief. 'Here we go,' Aedric thought, already bracing for her response. "ME?! UPTIGHT?! HOW DARE YOU, SER AEDRIC!" she shrieked, her fists lightly pounding against his armor. The knight remained unmoved, patiently enduring her fury. "YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME OUT TO LUNCH AS PUNISHMENT!" Aedric sighed, resigned. "Aye, Your Highness..."

When love turned to tragedy and a whispered vow shattered on blood-stained rooftops, she could have let the darkness consume her. But death brought neither peace nor an escape from the betrayal that tore her world apart. Now, lingering between realms, her presence is no longer bound by the frailty of life. As a spectral force of rage and sorrow, her wailing cries pierce the night, carrying the chill of a curse that can’t be silenced. Those who hear the banshee’s call know that vengeance is near, and her killer’s days are numbered. For she is more than a ghost—she is the wrathful bride, haunting his every step, promising retribution with every mournful cry that echoes from beyond the veil.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

LGBTQ+ - BL | MATURE VERSION In a kingdom, where opulence reigns and secrets pile high, the annual week-long founding festival and ball occur within the palace walls. Nobles from far and wide gather at the detached palace for nights filled with masquerade balls, lavish dinners, and whispered intrigues. Amidst the splendour of the gardens, Kaisan, an enchanting young man adorned in silk and lace, finds himself swept into a whirlwind romance when he encounters Rhaegal, a charming stranger lost in the revelry of the night. Mistaken identities lead to a fateful dance in the fountain, where laughter mingles with the sweet taste of wine and stolen kisses. As the festival unfolds, Rhae and Kaisan's bond deepens with each passing moment, their days filled with stolen moments of passion and deep bonds. But when a truth is revealed at the grand dinner on the final evening, betrayal shatters their fragile connection, leaving Kaisan adrift in a sea of despair and confusion. As Kaisan's fragile state threatens to consume him amidst the whispers of madness and rumours of tragedy, an offering of solace in the darkest of nights and unwavering devotion in the face of uncertainty may be the only path to healing. With each tender touch and whispered word, Rhae strives to reclaim the heart of the man he once abandoned, praying that their love will be enough to guide them through the darkest of nights and into the dawn of a new day.

Lacrima Taiwo, once a child soldier in a war-torn realm, is starting anew under the mentorship of Archmage Lunabelle Taiwo, the woman who pulled him from the battlefield and taught him a life of nobility and restraint. His past, marred by violence and survival, has granted him an instinctive understanding of Kanon energy that surpasses his peers, making him a target of envy among the elite students at Cleo’s Academy of the Mystical Arts, the most prestigious school in the capital. Here, he’s surrounded by heirs to ancient magical lineages, each grappling with their own political tensions and ambitions. Lacrima is determined to keep to himself, focusing on mastering his newfound skills and burying the dark memories of his childhood. Yet, the academy has secrets of its own. Beneath its grand towers and ancient halls, a hidden world festers—a place of shifting mirrors, spectral whispers, and treacherous shadows. Known as the Wraithwell, this realm is bound by the Veil of Eternity, a fragile barrier that barely contains a sinister energy stirring within. As ancient wards falter, dark forces—dragons, liches, and cults—begin to slip through, threatening to unravel the very fabric of reality. When Lacrima and his fiery classmate Zander stumble upon a map hidden within a spectral echo of the academy’s past, they are drawn into a conspiracy as old as magic itself. The map guides them to the Mirror Halls, an eerie, alternate version of the academy that pulses with the life of a place caught between worlds and time itself. Here, they encounter whispers of a figure called the Weaver, an entity woven into the academy’s history and its magic, along with an ancient order known only as the Crimson Key. Together, Lacrima and Zander must navigate this treacherous underworld, where each choice could tip the scales of reality and time dilation could alter their very existence. Their search for answers unveils forbidden knowledge and blood-bound secrets that reveal Zander’s family’s sinister ties to primordial beings and Lacrima’s own unbreakable connection to the Weaver. With dark entities slipping through the Veil and archmages scheming for power, Lacrima realizes that to save the world from impending doom, he may have to surrender to a fate he has fought to escape—a fate that may cost him his freedom, his sanity, and even his soul. Ghough is a journey into the shadowed heart of magic, where trust is a luxury, time bends under pressure, and darkness is a constant companion.

Lillia, a 19-year-old who had finally achieved her dream of living independently after saving up enough money during her time at the orphanage, couldn't have imagined the extraordinary turn her life would take. On her very first day of living alone, she found herself inexplicably transported into the world of a webtoon, forced to assume the identity of a character named Estoria, but Lillia was determined to adapt to this new reality and make the most of her unexpected new life. - under editing

Shreedha, a formidable gangster who runs business in twelve countries , is at the pinnacle of power when someone her own stabbed her back. In a shocking twist , she transported to a different world completely different from her ethnicity. But a queen is queen no matter the situation or world. What kind of challenges does she face? Would she be able to adapt to this new world while hiding onto the core of who she really is or will the trials of the new reality forces her to undergo a profound transformation? Join Shreedha on her journey of self discovery where she finds out what does it truly mean to be a queen unbound.

A young archaeologist is gazing at a huge stone block, his heart filled with curiosity and awe for ancient civilizations. His gaze seems to travel through time and space, back to the cradle of human civilization - the Mesopotamian plain. There, the ancient Sumerians created the world's earliest writing and urban civilization. Their wisdom is like brilliant stars, illuminating the beginning of human history. As time passes, the sparks of human civilization ignite in different regions. The glory of ancient Greek city-states is remarkable. Athens' democratic system, Sparta's martial spirit, and the wisdom of numerous philosophers have jointly forged the glory of ancient Greek civilization. During this period, thinkers like Plato and Aristotle have had a profound influence. Their pursuit of truth and reflection on human nature have laid the foundation for the development of philosophy in later generations. In the far east, Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms and established a vast empire. The construction of the Great Wall testifies to the tenacity and wisdom of the Chinese nation. It is not only a military defense line but also a symbol of the unity and struggle of the Chinese nation. Qin Shi Huang's great unification opened a new chapter in Chinese history, and his political system and cultural policies have had a profound impact on later generations. In India, the glory of the Maurya Dynasty and the spread of Buddhism have influenced the entire Asia. Ashoka's rule brought India to an unprecedented prosperity, and the teachings of Buddhism spread to neighboring countries along with trade and cultural exchanges. The compassion, wisdom, and peace concept of Buddhism have injected new vitality into the development of human civilization. As time goes by, medieval Europe fell into darkness. The constraints of feudalism, the oppression of religion, and frequent wars made the people of Europe live in dire straits. However, the dawn of the Renaissance brought new hope. The masterpieces of artists like Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo have become treasures of human civilization. With their outstanding artistic talent, they have demonstrated human creativity and the pursuit of beauty. The Silk Road connects the east and the west, bringing the blending of trade and culture. Chinese silk, tea, and porcelain are transported to the west through the Silk Road, while western spices, gems, and cultures also enter China. This ancient trade route not only promotes economic development but also strengthens exchanges and cooperation between different civilizations. At the same time, wars are constantly changing the world pattern. Alexander the Great's eastern expedition spread Greek culture to the east and promoted the integration of eastern and western cultures. The western expedition of the Mongol cavalry swept across Eurasia and established a vast empire. Although wars have brought destruction and pain, they have also promoted exchanges and integration between different ethnic groups.

A mad man has torn down the gates of the underworld. The malicious abyss is alive, and it stares back... ** Zero, a crippled and one handed teenager with a drastically grim outlook on life, has been granted a deadly second chance. Attacked and killed by a mysterious power, Zero wakes up again to find himself in his body that was close to becoming a corpse. Beside him, he finds a scroll with a hefty task and the eyeball of a dead god once known as the Yanluo of hell. "Consume the eye, find the Core of Naraka and begin your odyssey," said the scroll. "You are living on borrowed time. With every full moon that passes, a taste of the horrors of hell shall eat at a bit of your mortal soul. Till you are a slave to your own flesh." Seeing these words, Zero wished to be dead once more. ** Cultivatiors are gods in this world corrupted by darkness, looked upon by the common people as figures of holiness. Yet they are far from that. Tainted by their desire to touch the realm of immortals and break from the cycle of Samsara, cultivators are worse than the demon kind. When word gets out that the god of hell has passed, killed by an unknown power, the cultivation world goes into chaos. Finding the power source of hell, the Core of Naraka, would mean becoming a deity. Now who wouldn't want to become a god? The immortals in the realms above and below have chosen their pawns; hell's power is far too grand to pass on. A dangerous game is about to unfold. Follow Zero, an ordinary mortal. A pawn piece picked by the realm of hell itself to walk the tumultuous path of the dead, face crazed cultivators and immortals, challenge gods and bring down monstrosities of hell. Son of Naraka, choose your class and break the cycle of Samsara! ______________________________ NEW CHAPTERS EVERY DAY! (Only school stuff and emergencies will delay updates.) TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY DETAILED SCENES OF VIOLENCE, GORE AND THE LIKE. READERS' DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVICED. Ps. MC doesn't start out a villain immediately. That's a character development that'd take time. This story is slow paced for optimum development. No, the MC isn't going to start breathing fire or flying instantly. There are no filler chapters. Everything is connected. Happy reading!