Fleabag Kneel

VALERIA EXEON A Fantasy–Sci-Fi Epic of Power, Emptiness, and a Girl with a Hammer In a fractured world where arcane magic bleeds into dystopian machines, the sky is layered, the ground trembles with anomalies, and four suns leave little room for shadow — except in men’s hearts. Lucien is a myth in motion — a towering white-haired monarch without a throne. He walks the world with stolen powers, a swirling black eye, and no care for human life. He is feared. Unknown. Unchallenged. Until he wanders into a city that doesn’t remember how to kneel. There, he meets Eris — a blunt, sleepy bunny girl with a warhammer twice her size and strength that should not belong to someone so lazy. She doesn't care who Lucien is. She barely cares that he exists. But her weapon hums when he's near. And she’s stronger than she looks. As old sins awaken and world-ending anomalies begin to stir, power alone won’t be enough to survive. Not for Lucien. Not for Eris. And not for the gods who once tried to cage them both. A slow-burn, character-driven saga blending dry humour, brutal magic, and haunting emotion — where the strongest man alive finds the only thing he can’t steal... is the heart of a girl who just wants to nap.

"world of beasts, devils, and ancient gods — only defiance survives." In a world where Martial Souls dictate fate, and ancient clans weave bloodlines into destiny’s loom, the weak are nothing but dust beneath the boots of the powerful. Chen Tian was born in the lowest of realms, a forgotten village swallowed by fog and decay. His name was a curse, his existence an afterthought. In a land where your worth is forged by the Martial Soul you awaken, he was granted the lowest — a fragile, flickering Soul River Grade sword, unworthy even of mockery. Fate, however, is a cruel beast. On the day his soul shattered and death claimed him, a remnant of a bygone calamity descended. Hei Xuan, the fallen Demon Emperor of the heavens — bearer of the Void Abyss Eclipse Eye and the Reincarnation Six Path Eye — was dragged through the void and reborn within Chen Tian’s dying husk. What should have been the end… became a cursed beginning. Now, two wills share one body: A boy who refuses to kneel, and an immortal devil too proud to perish. Martial Souls clash. Immortal Eye Arts awaken. Soul Beasts roam. Ancient Clans hunger. In a realm where bloodlines dictate law and heaven’s will suffocates the weak, a single ember dares to ignite. This is the story of a forsaken boy who will carve his name into the bones of heaven. Not for vengeance. Not for glory. But to prove that even the smallest flame… can burn the sky.

Betrayed by the system that once gave him power, Shen Yan dies with a curse on his lips—only to awaken five years before his downfall, with one terrifying gift: He can now devour other systems and wield their power as his own. Vengeance burns in his veins. Heaven's laws will break before he kneels again. It's time to turn the game upside down.

They referred to him as insane. He was too young, they claimed. Too crazy. It's too poetic. Too fixated. However, they failed to comprehend. Goals are not the reason Daniel "Caos" Gómez plays. He rewrites history via his plays. He scores hat-tricks in eleven minutes at the age of fifteen. He outtrains titans, outruns legends, and rips over Europe like a prophesy at the age of sixteen. He doesn't talk when he trains. uses Latin to write. Dreams that burn. "I'm not playing here. Football is what I'm here to make kneel. Pain, however, simmers beneath the stadium lights and growing celebrity: A rival who was once a dear friend. The death of a mother still stings. A girl who never turned around after dancing in the rain. Caos must now decide if he wants to claim immortality at the expense of his humanity. Or will he strike the heavens—and shatter the gods? Start reading now if you love: Mythic sports drama Genius MCs with fire in their veins Emotional rivalries and broken love Football as poetry and war Obsession, grief, ambition, legacy Tags: Sports, Football, Mythic Rise, Tragic Past, Legendary MC, Coming of Age, Rivalry, Dark Romance, Training Arc, Late Love, Champions League, Football Royalty, Obsession to Greatness, Modern Epic, Latin Vibes, Poetic Hero, God Mode, Real Madrid

Zaiyila thought she had suffered enough—betrayed by her own mother and sold into marriage with a wealthy, aging man. But on the night of her pre-wedding ceremony, everything takes a dark and unexpected turn. A swarm of deadly snakes descends upon the gathering, killing her groom-to-be and throwing the hall into chaos. Fear spreads as the people recognize the serpents as the servants of the enigmatic and terrifying Snake King, Everett. When Everett himself arrives—a striking, horned man of unmatched beauty and power—Zaiyila finds herself drawn to him in ways she cannot explain. Despite the fear he inspires in others, she feels an unshakable connection to him, one that transcends the realm of logic. The moment she defies the fearful kneeling of the crowd, she unknowingly seals her fate. Taken into Everett’s domain, Zaiyila is forced to confront not only the dangerous, supernatural world she’s been thrust into but also the awakening desires she cannot deny. As she unravels the truth about her past and her connection to the Snake King, she must decide—will she resist the pull of destiny, or will she embrace the darkness and passion that Everett offers? A tale of betrayal, power, and an irresistible bond, Bride of the Serpent King explores the fine line between fear and desire, fate and choice. ---

"Bravery builds empires. We don’t wait—we take." ... Kael Drakaryn once had nothing. A nameless fighter in the arena. A man forgotten by history... until the System chose him. With power that defies human limits, a mind sharpened by cruelty of human, and a sword blessed by countless victories, Kael now kneels in a castle made of gold—about to claim his place as a Pioneer Knight. His reward? A right to conquer. A title to forge. A future to dominate. But Kael isn’t here to serve. He’s here to rise to the top. In the lawless wilderness of No-Man’s Land, Kael will carve his empire with steel and schemes from nothing. He’ll crush monsters, rivals, and anyone who dares stand in his path. He'll dominate the nobles from the capitals, and stand above the brewing chaos in the kingdom. The weak follow orders. The strong make history. Kael intends to do both—gloriously and sinfully. --- Tags: #OverpoweredMC #System #Knighthood #Fantasy #MedievalFantasy #TerritoryBuilding #Antihero #Ambition #Gore#Nobility #Conquest #Slaughter #EmpireBuilding #PoliticalIntrigue #PowerFantasy #Comedy #GreedyMC Please read at least few chapters before posting any reviews also I'll delete the reviews which have spoilers but aren't marked!

Kaiden was nothing special — a prideful man clinging to a dead-end job, bitter at the world that forgot him. Fired, humiliated, and drunk, he hurled himself at his former manager in a haze of rage… only to stumble onto the train tracks and wake up somewhere far worse. He awakens not in death, but in a fractured world of magic, war, and cruelty — his body twisted into a half-metal, half-human weapon under the rule of a demon army. Branded as a tool, forced to obey, Kaiden becomes part of a war he doesn’t understand, in a faction he can’t trust. But he won’t kneel forever. Denied magic. Discarded by humans. Feared by demons. Kaiden begins a slow climb through the command ranks, masking his fury with strategy, spite, and survival. Yet the higher he rises, the more the chains tighten — and the more he realizes he may never belong to any side. As war consumes the continent, Kaiden faces rebels, heroes from his own world, and a future carved in blood and rust. The only question is: Will he become a legend… or just another forgotten tool?

At Astrails Academy, power isn’t rare—it’s practically required. Everyone arrives with a Unique Ability, an Arcane Power, and an ego inflated by centuries of privilege. They cast spells like poetry, duel for reputation, and expect the world to bow just because their name comes with a title. Ace Dragnell is not one of them. His powers don’t sparkle in tournaments. They don’t come with fanfare, legacy, or applause. They just work—cleanly, precisely, and without mercy. He doesn’t duel to entertain. He disassembles—arrogant young masters, smug nobles, and even the prideful ladies wrapped in silk and superiority. He’s not here to survive the academy. He’s here to make it his. The halls they once ruled? His. The factions they feared? His. The daughters they promised to power and legacy? They’ll kneel too. Because while the rest chase prestige… Ace came to take everything apart—and keep the best pieces for himself. -------------------------------------------------- Set in the same universe and timeline as my other novel, The Arrogant Young Master System, this story unfolds alongside it. The two main characters live in the same world—and there's a strong chance their ideologies will clash down the line. Feel free to ask if you have any questions. Thanks for reading!

Logan transmigrated into a magical world filled with Dragons, Elves, Paladins, and gods. From the lowliest outcast of Silvermoon City, he rose step by step to become the most powerful mage on the entire continent of Aurelia. Born with a talent-point system, lacking in magical aptitude? Add points! Low mana affinity? Add points! Even comprehension of the Laws of Reality could be leveled up! Everything could be enhanced! Logan swore he would climb, step by step, to the very pinnacle! From that moment on, Dragons became his servants, gods became his companions, and even the Creator himself was destined to kneel at his feet! Decades later, across the continent of Aurelia, countless pilgrims knelt and worshiped before Logan's statue—he had become the one and only god of this world.

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

Julien de Rothvale was a disgrace. The youngest son of a ducal house—mocked, beaten, pissed himself in his first spar. A coward. A scandal. A noble failure used and discarded. But that boy is gone. And in his place lives something far more dangerous—a soul born of ritual, forged in blood and madness. A dark mage who clawed his way into another world. He came seeking peace. No throne. No vengeance. Just silence. But peace is a lie—and the world made the first mistake. Now? He’ll make them kneel. He’ll choke the maid who dared to insult him. Enslave the princess who used him. Break nobles, bend knights, and remake his legacy through terror, desire, and ruthless domination. He will rule not by title, but by touch. And when he’s done, they won’t whisper his name in shame— They’ll scream it. The Tyrant of Lust & Carnage has awakened.

Ashes of the Black Blade Born under a cursed moon, Rai Tsuki was never given a chance at peace. Branded an "Ash spawn" by the very village he called home, Rai grew up beneath whispers, glares, and silence. But at the age of seven, silence turned to screams. When the villagers could no longer contain their hatred, they turned on the one person Rai loved most — his mother, Aria Tsuki — and made him watch as they tore her apart, piece by piece, across seven days of torment. They broke her body, but she never stopped smiling for him. They broke his heart, and with it, awakened something ancient. From the ashes of that horror, Rai Tsuki is reborn — not as a boy, but as a vessel of wrath. Marked by tragedy and driven by vengeance, Rai begins a journey across a god-forsaken world, haunted by the screams of the innocent and hunted by powers that fear what he might become. But Rai does not seek mercy. He seeks understanding — through pain, through fire, through blood. He will make the gods kneel. He will make the world remember. This is not a story of a hero. This is the tale of a weapon — forged in grief, sharpened by betrayal, and set loose upon a world that made him watch love die.

In a world where chakra determines power, status, and survival, Michael is a nobody—a powerless outcast in a city where the strong walk like gods. Expelled from school, hunted by elites, and scorned by a society that worships strength, his life was never meant to matter. Until one forbidden heist changed everything. While infiltrating the vault of C.O.S.M.O.S., the elite chakra defense force, Michael stumbles upon a cursed relic: the Black Lotus. A living anomaly, it shatters his view of the world—literally. Now, he sees reality where truth glows pale and corruption oozes like ink. The Black Lotus doesn’t just grant power—it rewrites existence. Michael begins to evolve not by training or leveling up, but by absorbing the essence of his enemies. With every death around him, his vision grows sharper, his body stronger—and his flame darker. But power comes at a price. As his body changes, so does his purpose. No longer just a thief or a survivor, Michael becomes a force of reckoning. He doesn’t seek revenge. He doesn’t seek redemption. He seeks judgment. And in a world built on injustice, all shall kneel.

After transmigrating into a apocalyptic world, Yasin awakened a system that allowed him to travel between two timelines. He soon discovered an astonishing truth—women from both worlds were mysteriously linked. In the brutal apocalyptic world of 1993, they pledged their loyalty to him for survival. Yet, in the dazzling spotlight of 2006’s Hollywood, they remained legendary superstars. But the moment they saw him… they couldn’t stop herself from kneeling.

They spat on his name. Called him trash. Left him to rot. Until the Heavenbreaker System awakened. Betrayed by blood. Cast out by kin. Lan An was supposed to die forgotten. But fate had other plans — and now, he’ll make them all kneel. With every enemy crushed, his strength grows. With every realm ascended, new goddesses, empresses, and proud cultivators fall into his orbit — drawn by the burning force inside him. This is not just a cultivation story. It’s a saga of vengeance, domination, and forbidden desire — where the weak rise to rule, and no beauty is beyond reach. Expect: – Relentless power progression – Ruthless revenge & jaw-dropping betrayals – Bold, unapologetic harem – Martial arts, mystic realms, and scorching intimacy If you’re craving a high-stakes cultivation ride where power is everything and desire knows no limits — start reading now. ‐--------‐------------------------------- Author's Note: Writing this story has been a wild ride. If you're enjoying it, tossing a Power Stone or hitting "Add to Library" really helps me stay motivated (and caffeinated). Thanks, truly.

I didn’t climb the heavens. I made them. Long before fate, karma, or your favorite overpowered sect leader’s grandfather’s dog ever existed... I was already watching. I am the Origin. The First. The One Who Bored Himself Into Madness. After shaping multiverses, birthing cultivation paths, and watching trillions of “geniuses” yell “IMPOSSIBLE!” before exploding—I got tired. So I decided to have fun. I sealed 99.999999% of my power. Tossed on a plain robe. And stepped into the world like a background extra. No one knows me. No one respects me. Even spirit beasts try to bite me. Perfect. Because this time, I won’t guide dragons. I’ll raise the bugs no one notices—the failures, the weaklings, the hopeless trash. And I’ll turn them into monsters even gods will kneel to. All while drinking tea, napping in bamboo forests, and occasionally vaporizing an arrogant young master who talks too much. I’m not here to conquer. I’m here to feel. And maybe—just maybe—laugh again.

*WSA Entry* They called it purification. Eleven gods. Eleven laws. Eleven continents under divine order. Kai Silvareth was born in the heart of Floravell, land of life and harmony. The son of the Blooming Temple’s High Priestess. A devout believer. He prayed. He obeyed. And when his people were slaughtered in the name of “holy judgment,” he waited for salvation. No god came. Left buried in the rubble of his mother’s corpse and the ashes of a fallen temple, something inside him snapped. And the world… heard it. From the roots beneath the earth, an ancient will awoke. The 12th god. The Beast God—betrayed, erased, and buried by the divine. In Kai, he found a mirror of his rage. Not chosen. Not blessed. Not holy. Reborn. Now Kai doesn’t kneel. He devours. Let the gods tremble. Let them remember what it means to be hunted once more. --- "He lost everything to divine judgment. Now he is divine wrath." "You burned his home. You buried the truth. Now the beast you feared has opened his eyes." ***** This isn't your usual novel where the MC plays the good guy. You can view the MC the way you want to. you might think he is to evil, you might think all he does is for the greater good, at the end of the day it all depends on you. there are some action MC might take that might warrant a lot of questions but at the end of the day it is all for his own benefit. enjoy the read...

Hurt. Trapped. Burned alive. Noa thought death would be the end of him, but something ancient disagreed. Reborn with a dragon’s bloodline and the ashes of forgotten beasts, Noa wakes up bound in chains, like a traitor marked for execution. But death is only the beginning. [Ding!] [Congratulations, Host. You have inherited the First Dragon’s Bloodline.] [Shadow Affinity detected] [Weakest Beast Egg acquired. Bond to awaken its true nature.] [Talent unlocked: Dragon Necromancer] [Gather dragon ashes. Ignite their legacy. Revive their might. Rewrite fate.] Thrown into a world of beast tamers and corrupted monsters, Noa must rise from weakness to wield shadows and dragons alike. Divine beasts? Cute. He will dig up dragons from their graves and make them kneel. He won’t bow. He won’t run. He will make sure that dragons rise from their graves to reclaim their glory.

Host: What is your dream? Lv Xiaobu: To eat and do nothing, to do as I please. Host: Then how did you become the world's richest man? Lv Xiaobu: How would I know? You ask a spendthrift how to make money? Really! I want to go back to sleep. Host: Please don't... Lv Xiaobu: Tip, five thousand. Host: Kneeling and sending off Young Master Xiaobu, may Young Master Xiaobu rule the world forever! Lv Xiaobu: Wahahaha!

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Why build a harem… …when you can steal everyone else’s? Rejected without confessing. Friendzoned before even speaking. Too bad for them he’s done being average. Armed with a system that thrives on charisma (even if his starts at rock bottom), sharp tongue, and unmatched game sense, Eiden isn’t here to play nice. He’s not the hero, not the villain he’s the damn glitch in the story. The protagonist ?? He’ll outwit them. The arrogant beauties? He’ll make them kneel. The childhood sweethearts, the princesses, the cold beauties? They’ll come to him. Willingly. This isn’t your story. It’s his conquest. And no harem is safe.

John Browning, a former underworld assassin, went to his friend Angele's wedding party but ended up meeting his former colleagues. Before he could think that the whole wedding ceremony was a setup to catch him, he felt dizzy all of a sudden! At that moment, he knew that his lifelong friend had already betrayed him and sold him out. John was humiliated in front of hundreds of people and was forced to kneel in front of Thomas, the underworld assassin organization leader. Within a few minutes, they beat him brutally, dragged him to some underground basement, and then locked him in a gloomy room. John felt bitter when thinking about his friend's betrayal. He laid on the cold floor for two days and died miserably. But his story didn't end there. … In a world filled with magic and mystic powers, John Browning woke up in an 18-year-old boy's body. Before he could open his eyes and see his current situation, he felt someone was dragging his body. 'How am I still alive?' He got puzzled inside. But after a few seconds, John learned from the young boy's remanent memories that he was transmigrated to a mystical fantasy game-like world filled with magic and mystic powers! [Author's Note: The Mc will take some time to walk on the path of a fire mage due to less information about the world. So, don't get mad at me guys. If you feel anything wrong with the story, feel free to give me a review or comment. I will try my best and correct it. Have a happy reading!] ... If someone wants to contact me, you can send a request to my Instagram account or just send a mail. Contact via: akauthor02@gmail.com Discord: https: https://discord.gg/mYwPPbs6 Instagram Id: https://www.instagram.com/akauthor02/?hl=en Cover Pic credit: RafaelMousob

In Incheon, South Korea, Han Jihoon is treated like trash - weak, invisible, hated by his father and stepmother. He's failing in school, ignored by society, and abandoned by fate. But one night, a shadow speaks to him. A being beyond gods and demons offers him a choice: "Be forgotten forever... or become the power they all fear." Jihoon chooses power. With a one-year countdown to Earth's darkest age - an era of awakened powers, demons, and destruction - Jihoon will rise Not as a hero Not as a villain. But as the force no one saw coming. He was worthless. He was chosen. Now… they will kneel.

[ Mature Audience Only (Dark Fantasy Romance) ] The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.

HE DIED BEGGING FOR LOVE. NOW HE IS BACK TO BURN THE WORLD DOWN...and maybe fall in love along the way. Genre: BL | Dark Fantasy | Revenge | 18+ | Apocalypse | Second Chance Rebirth #BL #ZombieApocalypse #EnemiesToLovers #ColdMLxBrokenMC #DarkRomance #18Plus #TraumaRecovery #Revenge #PowerAwakening #SlowBurn #SupernaturalAbilities --- Everyone in the Capital knows about the notorious Greyson family—wealthy, powerful, and rotten to the core. But the real scandal? The arrival of the triplet illegitimate sons, dragged into the mansion like unwanted baggage after their mother died. The younger one, Asher Greyson, became the family’s favorite punching bag: mocked, overlooked, a stain on their perfect reputation. All Asher ever wanted was to be loved. What he got instead was betrayal and a death so cold it burned. After dying at the hands of his half-sister, dissected like an animal for his rare lightning ability, Asher is reborn. But the world hasn’t ended…not yet. This time, he’s four months ahead of the outbreak. He won’t beg again. He’ll become something terrifying that the world itself will kneel down and beg for mercy. The apocalypse began with falling meteorites, shards of radioactive hell carrying the Z-virus. The purple moon will rise and black rain will follow. And from the ashes, ability users will be born… Asher will be one of them. But he’s not the only one walking through fire. Commander Caspian Winters, the Ice Emperor, is haunted by dreams of a boy with lightning scars and crimson red eyes. A boy he doesn’t remember holding as he bled out. A boy he’ll soon meet again. And when they collide, the spark is instant—dangerous, hungry, and inevitable. [The man who once haunted Asher’s final days like a ghost, untouchable and unreadable, now stands before him under the glow of the purple moon. Caspian’s gloved hand tilts his chin up. “You’re not what I expected,” Caspian murmurs, voice low and cold. Asher’s lips curl faintly, eyes glowing crimson. “And yet,” Caspian whispers, “You're exactly what I want.” --- “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Asher’s voice breaks on the question. Caspian doesn’t blink. “Because every time I look at you…” he says, stepping closer, “…I feel like I’ve already lost you.”] Asher swore he’d never trust again. But Caspian’s ice is the only thing that can soothe the storm inside him. Let the world burn. Let the dead rise. This time, Asher Greyson is taking back everything, his power, his revenge, and maybe… his heart.

They called me a curse. A monster with a pretty face. I’ve been drowned, burned, and broken more times than I can remember. But no matter how often they tried to kill me, I survived. They whispered that I was dangerous. That I should’ve stayed dead. That wherever I went, death and misfortune followed like shadows. For fifty long years, I’ve done nothing but try to exist, carrying wounds no one ever cared to see. So when they shoved me into a barrel and threw me into the ocean, I didn’t fight because I was too tired to survive. All I wanted was for death to finally take me. But just when I was ready to give up, the ocean delivered me to them, The Five Alphas. A king with eyes of gold and a soul carved from cold stone. A wild storm of an Alpha, all fury and love tangled into one. A sorcerer whose voice feels like déjà vu. A soldier of ice, who watches me like I’m someone he once lost. And a rogue with a crooked smile who dares me to set the world on fire. They say I belong to them. They say I’m their mate. I thought they would treat me like everyone else, like I was something dirty, something cursed. But instead, they handed me crowns, armies, and entire kingdoms. My name is Evelyn Seris, the last Luna no one was supposed to find. If the world expects me to kneel before my Alphas, they’d better learn to kiss my feet first. ———— Disclaimer: This is a reverse harem, which mean the FL doesn't need to choose her ML Follow my IG @Zenanicher

The Army… is not merely a force; it is the system itself. It is the iron fist of the Union of Nations, its banner unfurling over every inch of this world, embodying authority, discipline, and absolute control. But… not everyone bowed before that banner. In the shadows, in the depths of ancient wounds, they were born… the Revolutionaries. Those who refused to kneel, rebelled against the system, and vowed to ignite a fire that would never die. Mihon… was no ordinary boy, but a spark within the storm. One of those who chose the path of pain and blood. Will he be able to raise his own banner against the world? Can he plant his emblem amid the advancing armies and the Union’s sleepless eyes? Or will the system, in all its severity, shatter his dream before it is born?

In a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, Blazar's disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble. Her scent betrays her—an intoxicating lure that would send any beast-blooded king into a frenzy to claim her. The disguise makes them hesitate, their instincts confused by the male facade over the irresistible female scent beneath. Every breath risks her discovery. Every moment is a gamble. Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate Royal Imperium Prestigia High, pose as noble boy Orion Spade from a broken line, and assassinate the most powerful king. Succeed, and she lives. Fail, and she dies. Prestigia is an academy where monsters are crowned—and innocents devoured. Ruled by the Havoc Five: Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune. Each lethal in their own way. Thousands of nobles would kill to kneel at their feet. For most girls, this is paradise. For Blazar? A nightmare. Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. She attracts the attention of all five. The kings circle her—some to protect, some to break her, others wanting more. She runs. She tries to deny. But the longer she resists, the more entangled she becomes. To survive, she must outwit them all while hiding her true gender, her slave mark, the deadly secret of her bloodline, and escape the king who owns her. Blazar Staray won't play their games. And she certainly doesn't kneel. But the real question is—can she resist the hunger they woke in her? °~Excerpt~° "I don't understand," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what's happening." Kaelric stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "That's exactly what someone using seduction magic would say." His ice-blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. "The question is, what kind of magic are you using, and who sent you here?" "I'm not using any magic!" Blazar protested, her voice rising with desperation. "I don't even know what you're talking about!" But even as she said the words, she could feel the weight of their stares on her. Something was definitely wrong, and somehow, she was at the center of it all. The one thing they all seemed to want but couldn't quite understand why.

Riley Bennett is a sharp, fiercely independent screenwriter from Los Angeles, weighed down by her family’s mounting debts and her mother’s critical illness. As she struggles in a cutthroat publishing industry, a chance encounter at an Upper East Side gala introduces her to Alexander Grant—CEO of the Grant Group, heir to a British noble family, and a cold, calculated titan of finance. Alexander is under immense pressure from his aristocratic family to marry before his 27th birthday or lose his right to inherit. Disdainful of love and emotionally distant, he proposes a solution: a marriage contract. Riley, desperate to help her family, reluctantly agrees. Their three-year agreement is clear: no romance, no intimacy, no interference in each other’s personal lives—but in public, they must act like a picture-perfect couple. What begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Living under the same roof, Riley's warmth and sincerity begin to thaw Alexander’s icy exterior. She uncovers the traumas he hides beneath his controlled facade, while he finds himself captivated by her spirit—an unexpected, irreplaceable presence in his life. Just as emotions begin to surface, Alexander’s aristocratic first love, Elena, returns to the spotlight, announcing their “rekindled romance” to the media. Crushed and feeling like a mere pawn, Riley launches a “self-destructive breakup plan”—wild parties, tabloid scandals, and daring outfits—hoping Alexander will walk away. But Alexander doesn’t. Instead, his jealousy reveals emotions he can no longer contain. When Riley is nearly humiliated at a high-society gala, Alexander publicly claims her as his wife in a dramatic, protective gesture—turning media frenzy into a declaration of devotion. As they grow closer again, Riley’s famous ex, Hollywood actor Lucas Ward, reappears offering both affection and funding for her new screenplay. Alexander opposes it, leading to a heated argument and yet another emotional rift. Meanwhile, Elena fakes a pregnancy to trap Alexander, triggering chaos in the family and threatening his inheritance. Caught between love and legacy, Alexander makes his choice. He flies to Los Angeles, finds Riley backstage at her script premiere, and kneels before her with a heartfelt vow: “If I could rewrite the contract, I’d write your name next to forever.” Riley lets down her guard. They stop running from their feelings and rewrite the rules. In the end, Alexander gives up part of his control over the company to keep what matters most—her. Riley’s script is adapted into an Oscar-winning film, marking her breakthr In a contract built on conditions, love was the one clause never written—yet the only one that couldn’t be broken.

Synopsis What if the power to bend space, erase existence, and defy fate itself was given to the wrong person? Raizen was just a 17year-old orphan who lied about being an electrician to survive. One bad job later, he’s dead—burnt to ash by a divine formation he never understood. But death was only the beginning. Bound by the will of a supreme existence, Raizen is reborn into a brutal cultivation world, gifted with the power of the void—a force feared even by the heavens. No system. No guidance. No sect to shelter him. Just instincts, a sharp tongue, and an ability that erases what it touches. He doesn’t seek revenge. He doesn’t seek justice. He just wants to live. But in a world ruled by ancient sects, godlike immortals, and arrogant elites, someone like him isn’t allowed to grow. If they can’t control him, they’ll destroy him. Too bad Raizen doesn’t care. He’ll steal their techniques. Infiltrate their inheritance tombs. And when they come hunting, he’ll erase them—and store their souls in the void. Because Raizen isn’t building an empire. He’s building a legion. And when he’s done, even the gods will kneel. Authors Note: This novel updates 3 to 5 chapters weekly Other novels: 1. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 2. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 3. The Empty Threshold 4. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 5. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death