Svartalfheim Nornir Chest

When Jesse McGraw and his gang of outlaws crack open an ancient chest, they expect gold—not a death sentence. Marked by a creeping, unnatural brand, they soon realize the chest didn’t just curse them—it’s changing them. Now, every night, the Ghost Riders come. Twisted figures on horseback, neither alive nor dead, hunting them through the desert with glowing eyes and laughter that chills the soul. They don’t just want the chest back. They want Jesse and his gang to take their place. The longer they hold onto the chest, the stronger their powers grow—but so does the curse. As the gang struggles to control their new abilities, they discover that breaking the curse won’t be easy. Somewhere out there lies the key to their salvation—but it’s buried beneath blood, betrayal, and legends long forgotten. And the deeper they ride, the clearer it becomes: if they don’t find a way out soon, they won’t be running anymore. They’ll be hunting. Night is hell. Morning is mercy. And the clock is ticking.

#showbiz Viviana had the looks and the talents to become a top tier star. But all she was now was a backdrop for someone else to shine brighter. Now, she was merely a tool an entertainment company, brought out to be compared to Lyra, an artist they were promoting. The more love Lyra received, the greater the hate that was given to her. Bound by the rope of contract, she followed their instructions and became one of the most undesired celebrities in history. Even when her company wanted to bury her so that she could not rise up ever again, she did not fight against the odds and simply wanted to let it end soon so that she could get away from the current. She had lost her fire… her will ever since she let that person walk out of her life. When she was ready to be buried under the pressure of the prejudice, a call came… “I want to the fiery Vivi again… I want you back…” the voice came…. That was all it took to remind her that she was not a caged-up canary, but a framing phoenix that soared the sky… Later, the world witnesses the rise of a legendary composer and a notable actress… And the Entertainment company she was under before could only beat their chest as they regret their decision they had once made to suppress such a magnificent talent….

The newly rebirthed Nora does not want the love of the man she had given her life. What she wants is to reach a position where she could look down at others and take her revenge from those who had hurt her and killed her. Even in her death, they have proved that she was a fake. “I will return everything tenfold!” this time she did not run behind her hero, her sister can have him. She would be wealthy instead. Alric Mccoy had never looked down from where he was, for him life only meant perfection. Yet, he found himself attracted to a woman who made mistakes like breathing. He took a fancy to her but she avoided him. “I am teaching you romance!” he frowned when she did not cooperate with his first kiss. “Ha, i need you to teach me how to take over your business.” her chest heaved with anger but she was sure she felt something strange there too. “Ah, that. It is very simple. Marry me, and be the owner of it.” “.........”

To survive, the unfortunate Gong Qiying, who became the lord of the Sein Dungeon, had to make his dungeon extremely "hellish": Doors that "cannot be opened from this side", treasure chests "triggering teleport traps", a three hundred and sixty-five mile journey from the starting point to the BOSS room with no place to rest, monster knights with great bows on either side of a narrow bridge, and sinister ambushes around corners. There's also unavoidable visits to poisonous pits and hidden paths... Additionally, well-known fighters like Isshin Ashina, the Furnace Knight, Rajang, and the Scourge Legion bring unexpected surprises! Various unique rewards such as the Flaming Sword, Murky Hand Scythe, Rapid Slash Longsword, Sacred Oath, and Flame Empowerment will make you too happy to contain your joy! Gong Qiying: The most important thing in my dungeon is to ensure adventurers have fun!

Zhao Fan gets reincarnated as a villain thus, the journey starts. Protagonist's mom? :Yes sirrrrrrr!!! His grandma? :Yes sirrrrrr!!! His harem? :Yes sirrrr!! Then, how about the protagonist? :Ok, hear me out, let's turn him into femboy and sell him to a twisted group of bandits. ... Tags: Milfs!!! Gilfs!!! Big booty!!!, jade like skin, moon like hair, mountain like chest and hills like ass, lotus feet and long endless legs— Cuckolding protagonists ( Netori, enjoying their mother and harem) — Harem — Cold Mc — Villain Mc— Cool article - Somehow yandere female leads —a good read — iq boosting article – psychological action. Discord: https://discord.gg/PY4BVUPyPF

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

Western Fantasy + Lordship + Kingdom Building + Warfare "Eight Hundred Bowmen Climb the Northern Slope—But What Can You Do When a Dragon Lands on Your Face?" Territory and population? I want them all! For the sake of world peace, Leo had no choice but to invent a few "diplomatic tools"—so persuasive that even the beast clans, demons, and undead would willingly sit down and listen to his reasoning. Legendary craftsman and Kobold chieftain, Fisa Inuit, gazed at the six-barrel Gatling heavy machine gun before him. He couldn't help but clutch his chest and wonder: "Why couldn't I come up with such a simple design?" People of all races, gather before me! Standing here is none other than the great Count of Riverbend, Lord of the Central Realm, and King of the Northern Lands! The Dog-Biter, Dragon-Slayer, Father’s Sorrow, Demigod’s Chosen, and the Ruthless Harasho—Leo Mondo! To all who submit to me, I shall treat you as equals. To those who defy me, my firearms shall show no mercy!

Ace has always known he was different, rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf, silent his entire life, stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything, the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body, feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"* ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

She, who once stood at the pinnacle of Murim. She, who neither the Heavens above nor Hell below could defeat. She, the Heavenly Demoness, whose name must never be called--defeated in battle. Betrayed by those she called trusted friends and her own lover. A thousand years have passed since the great sects conspired to offer her death to the King of the Skies, gaining eternal life by tying themselves to his divine power. They rule this new world overrun with Gates and monsters as powerful guild masters, revered legends who have erased her name from history. But the past always returns. Awakening in this strange new world in the body of a Dungeon Sweeper, Yuna Kim, the Demoness finds she has been given a second chance. The chance she has longed for since her lover's blade pierced her chest as her once friends watched--to destroy them with her own hands until they beg for death. She will reclaim what was stolen from her, piece by piece. Let them run, let them hide--there will be no mercy be they friend, foe, demon, or god.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’

Lang Huan, a beautiful young woman, descendant of the prestigious Lang Clan in the modern world, is swept away by fate into another dimension—one where time and reality are entirely different. The long-dormant power within her awakens, transforming her into a formidable Wolf Warrior. Amidst the chaos of this unfamiliar world, she crosses paths with the cunning yet captivating The Eldest Princess Zhao Yi. What starts as a dangerous game of deception soon entangles Lang Huan in an inescapable trap—one that leads her not only to danger but also to an unexpected love. On a night when the moon shone brightly, the princess let her hair fall like a waterfall and wore a transparent gauze dress. She threw herself at Lang Huan. Lang Huan’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest—she almost had a heart attack. Lang Huan : “What are you doing?” Feng Yao : “Hug me… I am cold” Lang Huan : “……” Feng Yao : “Kiss me…” Lang Huan : ”Are you crazy? I am a woman…” Feng Yao : “No problem…I like woman” Lang Huan : “…….” #Yuri #comedyromance #palaceintrique #romance

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

Lenna life is going great. Everything is fine. Orbs in peoples chests? A never ending hunger? Arguments with her best friend? Well... maybe it isn't going as great as she wants to belive. Her mother keeps secrets from her while the government chases Unexplainables, creatures that can't be explained by science. She is throughed into a world full of questions and mysteries were she is one of them.

[Warning!!! Contains Explicit Scenes, extreme gore, heart-pounding fight scenes, and a combat loving MC!] Two centuries ago, Earth underwent an earth-shattering change. The gods were slaughtered by an unknown terrifying existence, and their potent blood spilled through the entire solar system, corrupting all life on various planets along with Earth. As a last resort, the gods created the Galactic Tower. Their inheritances, strength, and relics were placed as rewards for those who cleared each floor, proving themselves worthy. Thus, the Awakening Era arrived. … Lucian Morningster, the golden boy of the city. He had a perfect life, had the prettiest girl, a good best friend and a very bright future. Noticing his potential, The Mayor took him in, everyone respected him, his classmates envied him and the Mayor took him as a son. However, everything ended when he awakened an F-rank talent instead of the S-rank talent everyone thought he would awaken. Lucian’s smile froze. He mumbled to himself, “It must be a mistake?” The whispers started again. This time they weren’t nice or joyful; no, they were sharper and carried a cruel edge. “See? I told you he would awaken a trash talent.” “All that potential, for an F-ranker?” His girlfriend who awakened a C-rank talent, “What a waste, Lucian. My father took you in for nothing,” Her voice as cold as the ice on the tips of her fingers. His best-friend who awakened an A-rank talent, “You know, seeing you so weak and vulnerable is kind of refreshing. She always hated your endless confidence, so do I. It’s no wonder she comes to me after being done with you.” Lucian, who was respected and envied now turned to a joke to the entire school and town. “Boom!” Those who he called friends attacked him, leaving him for dead in the Galactic Tower. It was then his chance for vengeance arrived. [Ding!] [Would you like to Reroll your talent?] [Congratulations! 100,000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Self Regeneration (F-Rank) has evolved into Ungodly Regeneration (SSS-Rank)!] ──────────────────────── [Ungodly Regeneration] ▪ Class Rank: SSS ▪ Class Perk: — +∞% Vitality | +300% Mana (SSS) ▪ Class Skills: ➤ (SSS) Ungodly Regeneration: Instantly regenerates from any injury. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Shadow: Use your blood to awaken a blood shadow of slain enemies. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Extraction: Absorb the blood of the dead to gain random stat enhancements. [Upgradable] ──────────────────────── [Rerolling Standard Combat Spear...] [1,876x Reroll has been triggered!] [Standard Combat Spear → Blood Shadow Devourer(Legendary)] ──────────────────────── [Rerolling Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade).] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)→Celestial Essence Amulet (Mythic-grade)] ──────────────────────── [Rerolling Tresure Chest[Bronze-grade).] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Treaure Chest[Bronze-grade)→Treasure Chest (Mythic-grade)] ••• With extraordinary power: comes extraordinary responsibilities. Lucian: “Fvck that! I just want vengeance!”

In a world besieged by monsters, an ordinary miner's life shatters when a mysterious red stone embeds itself in his heart, awakening him as an SSS-rank Blacksmith—a power he must hide at all costs. From his humble forge, Bron Black crafts weapons of impossible quality, drawing attention from both desperate hunters and dangerous authorities. When a catastrophic monster breach forces him to reveal a fraction of his true abilities, he's recruited for a classified mission to an ancient "Sovereign Gate"—a name that eerily mirrors his own secretive class. As Bron ventures into this reality-warping phenomenon, the shard in his chest pulses with recognition. What ancient connection lies between his unprecedented awakening and these primordial Gates? The answer awaits at the core, where the boundaries between creator and creation blur, and where Bron may finally discover what it truly means to be a Sovereign Forge Master.

Once, they reigned supreme over the Lunaris Kingdom: Nyara Goddess of Night, Kail God of Night, and their daughter, Iyla, the Child of Night. But two centuries ago, the cruel hand of humanity struck them down, shattering their celestial reign. Betrayal led to their demise, their divine essence scattered across Earth. Now, reborn and unaware, they live mortal lives, their memories lost to the ages. Nyara, a 24-year-old woman on Earth, bears a striking birthmark that mimics the night sky across her back and arms. This causes her to feel alienated from her family and the world, she always covers it up. A nagging sense of incompleteness haunts her, a void where a past life should be. Kail, now 25, carries a strange birthmark from his chest down his arm, a faint echo of his godly past. He walks a lonely path, disconnected from those around him, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if something vital has been stolen from him. In a secluded forest, a 5-year-old girl named Iyla was discovered as a baby in forest, abandoned and marked with radiant patterns from her shoulders to her arms. She resides in an orphanage, forever overlooked for adoption due to her unusual markings.

Varek Solin was born into a world where power is given at birth. On his 10th birthday, every child opens their Vault, a source of mana that will shape their future. In a society divided by wealth and rank, those born into riches are granted Diamond Vaults, while the poor settle for Bronze Vaults, their strength bound by fate. But Varek’s path was never meant to follow the ordinary. With a Bronze Vault in his chest, his future seems set—until a war between humans and demons turns his world upside down. Amidst the chaos of battle, Varek encounters a force beyond his understanding—a mysterious power that will alter the course of his life. As his powers awaken and the world around him shifts, Varek must face the truth of what lies within him. A boy from the lowest ranks, with a vault like no other. What is this power that calls to him from the shadows? And how far will he go to understand it? In a world where strength determines your fate, Varek Solin will soon learn that the greatest power lies not in the vaults of wealth, but in the mysteries buried beneath the surface.

Alpha Derrick's long life plan was to kill that traitor that destroyed his family as well as everyone in his lineage for revenge. But he couldn't. Not when that blue eyed boy made his heart race faster than it ever could. Not when his hands refused to stay off his body. Not when he wants him constantly beneath him, moaning his name. But what can he do when that blue-eyed boy is that traitors only son? ************ “You're a monster,” Nathan spat, his eyes blazing with hatred as he took a step back. Derrick's smile was cold and calculated as he moved forward step by step until Nathan was finally trapped between himself and the wall with nowhere to run. He could hear Nathan's heartbeat skyrocket in his chest, and his smile widened. “Oh, is that so?” he drawled. “But you sure as hell didn't think so when you were screaming my name, did you?” Derrick's hands slid down Nathan's chest, his fingers tracing the curves of his body. He could feel him react and shiver to his touch. Nathan's eyes flashed with anger, but Derrick could see the desire burning beneath. His lips brushed against Nathan's ear, his breath hot and sensual. Nathan moaned involuntarily, but Derrick heard it and his smile grew wider. “There, just like that,” Derrick whispered, his voice low and husky. “Let me hear you scream out the name of the man you hate.”

Aldrous was once a servant, a man without power or purpose. But everything changed the day he pulled a cursed sword from a dragon’s chest. In that moment, he inherited the beast’s essence—enhance senses, inhuman strength, and a body untouched by time. Yet, Aldrous had no grand ambitions. He cared little for power, war, or the struggles of kings. Instead, he chose to wander, recording the lives of those he met, preserving their stories so they would not be forgotten. But fate has a way of pulling even the most unwilling into its grasp. As he journeys through a world plagued by war, monsters, and the ambitions of men, Aldrous cannot always remain a bystander. Whether he wills it or not, his presence alone shapes the course of history. Legends whisper of the Wandering Sage, a being neither hero nor villain, whose footsteps leave ripples across time. But to Aldrous, he is nothing more than a traveler, walking a path with no end. This is his story, his memoir.

A strange anomaly struck Earth, plunging the world into chaos. After a moment of darkness, every living being underwent terrifying mutations—humans, animals, plants, even microbes—no one was spared. Adam, a young man who had just been fired from his job, already felt life was unfair. But on the worst day of his life, the world decided to collapse. Amidst the devastation, a miracle occurred. The Job Creation System suddenly fused with his body, offering a way out of despair. But that wasn’t the only blessing he received. When he opened the Evolution Chest, Adam obtained something that not even the strongest mutants or new world rulers could imagine—Evolution Gene: Microbe King - Legendary. Complete control over all microbes in the universe. Now, survival is no longer his only goal. With his system, an army of microbes, and the power to build a new civilization in the midst of the apocalypse, Adam is ready to reshape the world. "Money? Power? Life? They’re all mine. If you want to survive—work for me!" But great power comes with great consequences. Will Adam master his system and evolution, or will he become a monster beyond control?

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan whirring above us. Liya's phone screen dimmed, casting the room into near darkness. Sana had already fallen asleep, her soft breathing rhythmic and steady. I turned onto my side, hugging my blanket closer. The excitement of the night still lingered in my chest, but so did something else, a strange unease. It wasn't like I didn't trust my friend's instincts, but I couldn't understand why they felt something was off about Arun. He had been nothing but kind tonight. The way he and his friends treated us, guiding us around the party, buying us dinner, it didn't seem like the actions of someone untrustworthy. And yet… Why did I feel this lingering heaviness in my chest?

Beep Beep An unfamiliar mechanical sound wakes him up. The silvery orb appears under his almond-shaped eyes. His irish gleam in warm light streaming into the hospital room through the big window. "Ugh" The boy with a thin body, felt a little dizzy as he regain consciousness. His obsidian hair looks a bit messy after being unconscious for three months hospitality. But the one who'd just come out of the coma only felt it's only a split second after his heart stabbed by icy-cold sword. Wait, I'm still alive? As he began to realise that he was still alive, Yue Lian's hand reached to his left chest. Badump The sound of the heartbeat on his chest made him hard to believe. This is unbelievable! Yue Lian began to recall the moment he died. He still remembers vividly, how the sword pierced his heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his grayish-dry lips. Although the man face covered with blood and looks like a living corpse with pale bluish skin, but this cannot hide the remaining beauty on his face. It can be said that his face is soft, but not overly delicate, and at the same time exudes an unknown misty allure that would make even a god envious. As the crimson red sky emitting huge orange flame, Yue Lian looks up. His silver orb eyes tremble slightly looking at familliar face. After a moment of silence, he laughs out loud as if his heart had never been stabbed to begin with. "■■■" "■■■" He knew they had a conversation about something at that time, but he didn't know what was said. But even if he can't recall what was he said, he can still feel the deep of sadness in his chest. As if his heart was broken not by other party's sword, but by some unknown reason. Yue Lian tries to recall his memories, but they remain the same. It is as if a mysterious mist blocked half of his memories. And after his death, his soul was somehow trapped in Yue Mian's body. Yue Lian adjusts his thoughts, as he can roughly guess what happened in the past. In his previous life, Yue Lian was once a supreme God who managed the worlds with two other supreme gods. He is the God of Death, who controls the death of mortals, demons, cultivators, or even gods. Because of this power, he's made another god fear and envy him. After remembering his background in his previous life, he was sure that the one who killed him was one of the other two supreme god or even both. He still not sure if the two of supreme god join forces to killed him "Uhm, may I know who are you?" The middle-aged man trembled at his son's polite gesture, as if he was unfamiliar with them. "Don't joke around! I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm different from your father. I won't fall for your tricks, kid." "Father, please don't said that! Mian-mian already in coma for 3 months! How can it be fake?!" "You fool! This is not the first time this brat done this kind of ridiculous ploy" After the conversation between father and son, which was more of a debate, Yue Lian was sure that the original owner was a troublemaker who often played tricks on his family. But still, it's impossible for human personality to be that superficial, isn't it? Like a fire that cannot burn without smoke. Yue Lian still needs to investigate the reason why his soul didn't go to the reincarnation circle, but was sucked into Mian-mian's body instead.

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

Heaven favors the strong and wealthy. Hex realized that the day he was thrown out of the cloister and into the slums. He vowed to become the baron and show what being strong meant. To forge his own destiny, Hex scavenged the mountains, braving the cold solitude with a smile. At last, one day, he gained his chance on the verge of life and death. Even then, society and Fate tried to interfere. Faced with death, his Will didn’t waver and he gritted through, forcing his Heart to awaken. The Stone Heart in his chest defied his destiny and helped him write his own. Emboldened by his Heart of Stone, he walked the path to his dreams. His dreams, however, threatened to put him in the middle of the crossfire between Powers that could destroy Earth and Sky. Hex couldn’t allow his dreams to shatter. So, he sought to destroy all those who threatened his dreams. Follow a young man on his quest to fulfill his dreams, even if it meant to destroy Heaven and Earth. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join to engage in discussions and endless talks about Fate, destiny, dreams, and whatever you desire. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3

Wes Carter is dying. A black sword pulses with corruption in his chest, his strength fading as blood seeps into the battlefield. He has no regrets—his people escaped, the war was fought, and he killed the man with void-black eyes. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. As darkness claims him, two figures appear—enigmatic, powerful, and knowing. And with cruel certainty, they reveal a truth that shatters everything Wes believed: His future was stolen. Wes remembered that day. The day, as a child, he met the man with void-black eyes. The man who stood before him, bathed in the blood of those Wes cherished. The man who could have killed him but didn’t. Instead, he burned Wes’s soul, severing something deep within him. That was the day everything changed. That was the day he became a Null. He should have been able to claim a Void Crystal, to rise like the others. Instead, he was cut off from that power, forced to forge his own way through Essence alone. And despite that, despite everything, he became peerless, a warrior standing at the edge of the Grand Stage—the universe beyond Earth’s wars. And then, all these years later, that same man returned. Not alone. This time, he led an army—not just soldiers, but Fallen, beings marked by corruption, their eyes the same void-black as his own. They descended upon Wes with overwhelming force, and though he fought, though he killed his greatest enemy, it still wasn’t enough. More questions than answers. Why had his future been stolen? Why had that man, all those years ago, chosen to cripple him instead of killing him? Now, as Wes breathes his last, the two figures offer him something impossible: A second chance. They will sever the future—a phrase Wes doesn’t yet understand—but before he can question it, they shove a black seed, dark as night, into his chest. And then—rebirth. No longer fighting for survival in a dying world, he enters a new era—one where humanity has rebuilt, where Void Crystals, Essence, and Mana-Tech shape civilization, and where the truth of the universe is within reach. Yet, the past is not erased. The man with void-black eyes may be dead, but the forces behind him still move. The answers he seeks are still out there. And this time, he will find them. Monsters. Rival races. Forgotten legends. The enemies lurking beyond the void. This time, Wes Carter will not be denied. His rise is inevitable. (NOTE READ AUXILLARY CHAPTER)

Life had never been kind to Ariz. A mundane existence, a suffocating routine, and desires left unfulfilled. But everything changed in a single moment—a slip, a stumble, and an accident that landed him in a situation no man would dare dream of. "Was shoving your face into another woman’s chest the first thing you wanted me to see?" And with that, the gears of fate began to turn. Awakened to a new reality, Ariz finds himself bound to a mysterious system, granting him the power to carve his own path, to rise above mediocrity, and to claim everything he desires. In a world where strength reigns supreme, and ambition knows no bounds, he will take what he wants—one step at a time. An adventure of power, desire, and an undeniable destiny awaits. — The game has begun. And Ariz? He plays to win. —

"He returns after billions of years, seeking the heartbeat he once lost—" Chen Zheng, an immortal wanderer drifting through time’s endless river, is thrust back into the modern world after a cataclysmic battle that reset the cosmos. Posing as a mysterious consultant at a yoga studio, his path collides with Su Cheng, a tenacious policewoman with a gun aimed at his chest, and An Jing, a coldly elegant professor hiding her own secrets. As ancient civilizations awaken and alien conspiracies unfold, their entangled fates reignite memories buried for eons. But when gods, demons, and extraterrestrial forces converge, can a man who outlived dinosaurs and dynasties finally confront the one thing he cannot conquer—love?

My heart was pounding hard inside my chest now. I could not move or look away when the man slowly removed a hoodie that had covered most of his face. I inhaled sharply when his dark eyes locked with mine, paralyzing me. My breathing got more strained, and heavy dizziness drowned me while his lips curved into an evil smile as everything around me faded. -------------------------------- Mary Oak had no idea who she was or where she was as she opened her eyes, lying on the cold, dark ground. The only memory she could recall was a dark, smirking silhouette standing before her across the street, whispering; Mary, Oh Mary...

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"