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Anguirus Roar

The Mistress Is Reborn As The Fiancée

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.
SukieWrites · 10.6K Views

MUTATE or BURN, I will DESTROY the WORLD!

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"
Martin_Moorning · 1.7K Views

The Shattered Covenant of the Seven Pillars of Eternity

Across a vast and shadowed continent, the Seven Pillars of Eternity stand as timeless monuments to a world governed by divine mandate. For millennia, these pillars have upheld a fragile order, forged by the Seven Churches—The Holy See of Light, The Silver Order, The Blood Council, The Cog Temple, The Necrotic Faith, The Abyssal Cult, and The Draconic Order—bound together under a sacred covenant. Proclaiming themselves the earthly stewards of the gods, these churches reign over a land steeped in faith, yet fractured by ambition. Beneath their sanctified banners, however, lies a web of deception spun by false deities, whose whispered lies have shaped the destiny of nations. This world is no sanctuary. Born from the ashes of the Cataclysm of the Gods, a mythic war shrouded in enigma where the false gods rose to power, the continent bears the scars of its untold past. Nobles wield blood rites to chain the masses, shadowed markets trade in forbidden relics and mechanical augments, while witch hunters stalk the night, their blades glinting with righteous zeal. The air hums with the clangor of alchemical forges, the wails of restless spirits summoned from ancient crypts, and the roars of dragonkin echoing across desolate peaks. Beneath it all, fissures in the earth pulse with abyssal murmurs, a testament to forces older and darker than the churches dare admit. The Seven Pillars, symbols of eternal dominion, stand atop this chaos, their sanctity a façade masking corruption and greed. For centuries, the covenant has held—barely. The Seven Churches, outwardly united in their divine mission, vie in secret for supremacy, each hoarding knowledge and power that threaten the others. The false gods they worship offer no miracles, only hollow promises, while whispers of a greater truth—buried deep beneath the pillars—begin to stir. Prophecies, long suppressed, speak of a time when the oaths binding this world will shatter, when the pillars will crumble under the weight of their own lies, and when the shadow of the false gods will give way to a reckoning beyond mortal comprehension. Now, the cracks are widening. A young witch hunter, armed with a blade etched in sacred runes, steps into a forsaken village chasing a rumored vampire threat, only to find a figure whose presence defies all he knows. Across the land, voices of dissent rise—nobles cast aside by their kin, priests questioning their faith, outcasts wielding forbidden arts. From the ashes of betrayal, a rebellion takes root, one that will challenge the sanctity of the Seven Pillars and unravel the covenant that binds them. As the false gods stir and ancient rifts widen, the continent teeters on the brink of upheaval, its fate hinging on those bold enough to defy eternity itself. This is a realm where faith is a lie, where rebellion is a spark, and where the echoes of a shattered covenant will reshape the cosmos. From the ruins of a forgotten village to the battlefields of higher planes, The Shattered Covenant of the Seven Pillars of Eternity unfolds a saga of treachery, valor, and the dawn of a new age.
LUUUKING · 215 Views

FALL FOR ONE NIGHT

Few hours he walked her into the room lean her on the bed, she held his wear. Stares into his eye “Love, I know you were going to come back to me, you know it hasn’t been easy for me without” she said tipsy, she loses her hand from his wear. “I hope you didn’t forgot to buy Son a hamburger, I forgot to get him one. Have you taken your drugs, is over there, go take your drugs and come give me a massage” He stood up. “Love where are you going to, come give your darling wife a kiss, come on” he stares at her. “I really have to go, Ma” he sits side her on the bed “You are my husband have you forgetting, I want to place my head on your chest, kiss your lips” she gaps. “Ma, you need to sleep now” He stood up to leaving. “I can’t sleep without you love, and you know that babe” she exclaimed, he paused stares at her, walk back to the bed, sits. Caresses her cheeks, she was just starring at him as her eyes keep goggling so sleepy. “I know this might not be right, but this how I feel and I hope you don’t hate me when you found out, you been the woman of my fantasy. I might be a dead man if I let this night pass me” kissing her lips. “I’m sorry Ma, it just this one thing, my lust for you, my one-time opportunity, to have this sexy body of yours. At this very moment is beyond my control, let me be this Romeo just this night. I hope you forgive me if you got to know about this, what I just did” he said in his mind, he has his wears strips off, as he makes haste pulling her wears, even at then he senses danger, but at same time couldn’t let his fears overwhelm his erotic emotion. The next morning, Kaima wake up turned “Jesus, oh my gosh” Mohammed jump up, held his chest. As she stares at herself under the blanket “what…, did this happened?” so curious as her eye stead on him. “It…, We” he terrible “Get out, get out of my room now!” she roared, he jumped out putting his wear. Kaima covered herself with the blanket, hidden her face under the blanket.
Eberechi_Emmanuel_9241 · 3K Views

Arjuna: The Eternal Archer

In a world where the past and present collide, one warrior must rise to restore the balance of dharma. After the devastating battle of Kurukshetra, Arjuna, the greatest archer of the Mahabharata, stands amidst the ruins of war, burdened by the cost of victory. But as he grieves for the fallen, a cosmic force tears him from his time and hurls him into the chaotic streets of modern-day New Delhi. Disoriented and alone, Arjuna finds himself in a world he cannot comprehend—a world of towering structures, roaring machines, and people consumed by greed and ambition. Guided by Dr. Aditi, a historian who becomes his reluctant ally, Arjuna begins to unravel the mysteries of this strange new era. But as he adapts to the modern world, he senses a familiar darkness lurking beneath the surface—a force of evil that threatens to plunge humanity into chaos. The Asuras, ancient demons thought to be vanquished, have reawakened, feeding on humanity’s fear and corruption. As Arjuna uncovers the truth, he learns that the battle for dharma is far from over. The Asuras, led by a resurrected demon king, are manipulating the modern world through technology, politics, and war, seeking to erase all traces of righteousness. With the help of Aditi and a diverse group of allies, Arjuna must confront this new threat, blending his ancient skills with modern tools to inspire hope and unity. But the battle is not just against external forces. Arjuna must also confront his own doubts, grief, and guilt over the Mahabharata war. As he faces the demon king in a climactic showdown, he realizes that the true fight is not against the Asuras but against the darkness within humanity itself. Arjuna: The Eternal Archer— is an epic tale of courage, sacrifice, and the timeless struggle for balance. Blending mythology, time travel, and modern-day conflict, this story explores the enduring power of dharma and the resilience of the human spirit. Arjuna’s journey reminds us that the battle between good and evil is eternal—and that even in the darkest times, hope can prevail.
iamkaysar · 656 Views

SOMEONE NEEDS TO PAY

With the constant dark clouds and strange things happening, fear began to spread faster than he thought. “ your majesty…. What do we do? We have prayed to our gods and deities?” The ministers of the court room said in unison. The land was getting affected by the sudden change of weather and people staying by the ocean reported how wild the water was getting, fishermen did not return to their homes nor did their boats and those who were able to return from the forest, came with nothing. The land was going hungry and panic rises even more, the king wiped off the sweat that was forming on his forehead as he nervously looked at his pregnant wife and she back at him with more fear and she unconsciously rubbed her belly. He wanted her to stay back and rest but she was helpless and followed him to the court hearing, “ what is the state of the people?” The king asked the commander in all black and he bowed his head. “ My king, the seas are wild and the defense has been destroyed, the people near the ocean is now moving from their homes because there’s nothing left, we await your orders” the commander said with a bow. The king paced back and forth, something was wrong, they had prayed to the god of the seas yet the deity did not respond. “ open the gates!” He ordered and the commander followed up with his soldiers, What he did not expect was to see the whole people running to the palace. His frown turning into shock and replaced with fear as his eyes widened when he saw the ocean chasing the people with a strange creature emerging from it. The screams, the fear, the ocean and the roar filled with anger carrying strong waves with thunder and lightning, swallowing the whole land……. What is it going to be * matured contents, no rape* Like it download and add to your library and await for awesome chapters
Beatrice_Khaylly · 424 Views

Creator's POV

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.
Yoseman · 382K Views
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