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With the last name on his revenge list crossed out, Oliver died. In a twist of fate, he found himself in the past, before the chain of events had even started. Given this second chance, his aim was clear: to do it all over again, but this time, better. He once again set out with his ability to control and store blood. Blood storage limit increase 2.5L to 5L 5 to 10 10 to 20 20 to 40 40 to 80 ..... 20,480 to 40,960 Hundred thousand, a Million, ten million, where exists the limit of his ability? How far can he go? How strong can he become? Who will he save? Who will he murder in cold blood? Let's see his journey. [ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel that happens on a slightly more advanced parallel earth. There are connected other worlds, superhumans and special abilities in the novel. The main character is a villain who regresses to a time before he lost everything. The main character’s ability is blood manipulation, revival, blood storage, and infinite regeneration with blood.] --- As demons attacked the world, one of the most feared villains known to mankind escaped his prison. For the past decade, the high-security containment zone, "The Abyss," had held him captive. But recent demon attacks forced the transfer of essential prison personnel, weakening its security. Seizing this opportunity, Oliver Thorne escaped. Contrary to expectations, he displayed no anger, rage, or remorse, instead heading directly for the heart of the demon army. The blood of the fallen rose like a tsunami, merging with him as he flew across the sky. He reached the center of the demon army. Suddenly, the world turned crimson. An enormous energy wave tore through space and time, shredding the strongest demons into dust. More blood erupted, fueling further explosions. Until everything was reduced to dust. The crimson devil, the supposedly unkillable villain, finally perished. But, unknown to him, fate had other plans. After death, Oliver Thorne was sent to his teenage years. The time before he became a villain. What would he do with the unexpected second chance he received? Tags : Action, Adventure, Scheming Protagonist, Villainous Protagonist, Politics, War, Military, Otherworld, Portal, Monsters. Super power, Super heroes, Super villains.

Micah you are playing with fire! This story is R-18. If you like drama, royalty, action and a whole bunch of sexual escaped this story is for you. She was just a farmer's daughter, living a simple life with her sister and her sick father. But everything changed overnight, her only source of living, her father's farm was forcefully seized by the king. Micah is forced to venture into the unknown, she has three days to see the king or her father's farm will be brought to ruins, but what happens when she is met with obstacles and ends up being with the one person she hates. One kingdom, five queens! Vicious concubines, royal rivals. Micah is forced to face all this when out of the blue she is told she has to get married to Ragaleon the king of Decreash. Now she has to learn how to be a queen, how to survive in a harem filled with women that would end her life just to sit beside Ragaleon, it's a bloody battle, but if royalty is not bloody, then what is?

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

kill him, someone please kill that monster! monster where’s the monster? wait hope you don’t mean me. I’m offended to call someone as handsome,smart and also handsome as me and yes i said handsome twice because important things need to be stated twice, can you believe the nerve of this guy he and his vampire buddies wanted me dead and when I killed them he has the nerve to call me a monster. The elders will come for your head my clan will come for you, ooh I hope so and don’t worry I’ll send them to you soon after all can’t have you getting lonely wherever you are going, why are you doing this, nothing personal just good old fashioned genocide with a side dish of revenge. And next time you go after a guy’s family make sure they are all dead okay time to die and tell the others down there to prepare a nice place for your clan members don’t worry about the cost in hell tell them Sinclair sent you. Sinclair no but you are supposed to be de..ad.

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

The Kingdom of Cana was once known for being the bearers of magic. When those in power want more, they go to dark means to get it. Nobles are secretly creating a drug to heighten their magic powers, but when they start to use others' blood, it takes a turn. A bad batch called Sangra was given out to the addicted lower class. Loss of magical ability and a sun allergy were just a start of the side effects--they craved blood. Elfrea falls victim to being forced to drink the a vial of Sangra before being locked away. Centuries later Alea, a young witch, hides and steals to get by. For if witch hunters pick up on her trail it could be her end.

He sets out in the face of peril and adversities to advocate for her beloved teacher and he would be a hero of justice , a hero that his fame would reverberate across the prodigious distant hilltops of Oyugis . He is in the way for revolution of his crime-infested county , the chosen one . A revolution that will engulf the disease of human trafficking that had plagued his county. Will he later on find solace amidst the turbulent streets of his hometown?... Will he breeze through the obstacles of criminal subversion shaking the precincts of his county? Little did he know that there would come a time his beloved teacher will be seeking asylum in a faraway country away from him never to be seen. His name is , The Deuce, Himself. However, it will be a long time before he realizes that he has this colossal power of actually wiping the heinous creatures.

A fractured world. A hidden truth. A boy caught between the bite of destiny and the teeth of power. When the system demands his blood, he’ll learn that some reflections—like glass—cut deeper than bone.

Ereshgal was born under omens—marked by the gods, worshipped by mortals, destined to rule. But even a crowned godling fears death. Desperate to escape his fate, he defies the divine and drinks from a power older than the heavens themselves—crimson, cursed, eternal. Now immortal, he walks through centuries haunted by blood, betrayal, and the price of what he’s become. This is the story of the first vampire. Of the king who chose damnation over death. And of the world that will burn because of him.

For years, creatures have roamed the Earth. For years, they have walked alongside humans as equals. For years, they have lived together in peace until a rebellion occurred not so long ago. Humans who no longer wanted to live amongst the supernatural began a rebellion but failed miserably. Now, creatures rule over mankind, and as punishment, humans are to be auctioned and fulfil their life as a blood servant for the rest of their lives.

Kiro is a slave branded with a deadly collar, forced to work in brutal mines under the ruthless Kargal Empire. Each year, slaves are hunted for sport in the deadly Hunting Games—a fight to the death on a savage alien moon. This year, Kiro is chosen to play. Sent into a wilderness filled with monsters and traps, survival seems impossible. But something ancient watches from the shadows—and it has plans for him.

In a riven world, humanity is relentlessly consumed by unending war. Darsion, a war nation ruled by dictatorship, expands its brutal conquest across the nations, devastating the allied forces of Ilbaris and Petrus and turning the hyperboreal island of Fjellheim into a frozen hell. From Ilbaris and Petrus's allied Fjellheim division emerges Nicolai Ikiforo, a 14-year-old child who was forcefully taken in by the Ilbarian forces, as a under-valued brat.

Blood Orange is about a noble woman named Seraphina who was wrongful accused for crimes she did not commit. Unable to prove her innocence the only thing she saw was death. and it came. but… After Seraphina woke up in her younger body in a different time the only thing that come to mind wasn’t running away and living a peaceful life away from everyone. No was of pure unholy revenge. this is the story of Burning One’s Revenge.

“The world was built on Law. But the Law forgot the boy.” Synopsis: In the skybound empire of Quinsley, where castles drift on chained islands and nobility is bred like cattle for war and glory, Prince Ezekiel Von Quinsley III is the forgotten branch of a golden tree—third prince, fifth in line, and entirely unloved. Mocked by his siblings, ignored by his father the Emperor, and born of a concubine scorned by the court, Ezekiel lives in silence, tethered only to his gentle mother and his bright, defiant little sister, Amelia. But all of that ends the day he follows his cousins into a forbidden cave carved into the cliffs of the empire. Inside, time fractures. Statues breathe. And blood runs freely across white marble as the children of royalty are massacred by divine constructs—living embodiments of Law itself. Ezekiel, half-dead and left to rot, is offered one final choice by a voice beyond flesh: > “Become my vessel, and you shall live.” That voice belongs to Azrael, the Primordial Dragon of Law, Order, and Concepts—a forgotten force banished from the world above. Bound to its will but not yet its slave, Ezekiel rises from death… altered, ancient, and hunted. As he flees into the Fallen Earth, where broken gods still whisper and twisted tribes remember the truth of the empire’s lies, Ezekiel must unravel the mystery of Concepts—abstract powers drawn from emotion, trauma, and the deepest laws of existence. But as Ezekiel gathers strength in silence, a storm builds in the Empire above. For Law does not tolerate rebellion. And it never forgets its own. > Will Ezekiel become the hand of judgment… or the blade that severs its chains? --- Themes: Power born from trauma Godhood through suffering The nature of justice vs law Memory as power Identity reclaimed through pain

In the shadowy heart of 2026 Boston, journalist Reyna Throne stumbles into a world that should not exist. While chasing down the elusive tale of Cassian Dray—a legendary piano virtuoso known only through whispers and ghost stories—she uncovers more than just a myth. She finds a man untouched by time, a vampire whose music is a haunting echo of centuries past. Cassian has lived in secrecy for over three hundred years, pouring his immortal longing into every note. When Reyna hears him play for the first time, she is entranced—but fate has orchestrated far more than an encounter. Unbeknownst to her, she descends from a long-forgotten line of vampire hunters, and the blood of the First Vampire—the very origin of vampirism—runs through her veins. As Reyna and Cassian are drawn into each other’s lives, their growing bond awakens ancient powers, lost histories, and deadly enemies. Across the Atlantic, a devoted vampire-hunting couple—Edwardo and Jean-Pierre Polnareff—discover Cassian’s presence and prepare to finish a centuries-old mission. But the greatest twist lies buried in the past: the First Vampire himself is not only alive—he is the one who created the hunter bloodline, intent on erasing the flawed race he spawned. In a story woven with romance, danger, and the power of music, Blood Sonata is an epic of love, legacy, and the blurred line between predator and protector.

In a world where life is just another pawn on a bloodstained board, Hermes rises—not for glory, but for vengeance. Betrayed and left with nothing but scars and silence, he returns to the shadows with one goal: purge the game from within. But this is no ordinary war. In a city where power wears suits and corruption hides behind luxury, every move is a calculation, every ally a risk. Beneath the neon lights and velvet masks, the true game is not won with bullets—but with strategy, sacrifice, and sheer will. As secrets unravel and enemies blur into allies, Hermes must answer the one question that haunts every master of the game: Who really controls the board? "Blood Chess" is a ruthless descent into the criminal underworld, where brilliance is a weapon and survival is checkmate. One wrong move, you lose everything. One perfect move, you own the board.

Shi Yi loves to get bargains, and her biggest dream is to own a convenience store and sell the bargains to customers. Buy at low prices and sell at slightly lower than the market price, the business will definitely be hot! Until one day, she tied a magic convenience store, and every night at 10 o'clock, she could compete in hand speed to buy low-priced goods in the system mall and sell them the next day. Shi Yi: Isn't this the realization of the dream! Sesame buns for hair care, red bean porridge for blood and beauty, ten times protein grilled sausage, light salt soy sauce for weight loss, deep sleep laundry detergent... A magic convenience store opened in Xingfu Community. Neighbors sighed: "What's the lack of e-commerce supermarkets these days? Riders deliver directly to your home. Who would go downstairs to buy things? It's definitely a loss." Later, even though Xingfu Community opened at 9 o'clock, the items were limited and the variety was pitiful, neighbors still had to line up to buy. Even people from nearby communities rushed here, and some people even drove luxury cars to line up early in the morning to buy. Xingfu Community owner: Property management! Does the community need to install a personal facial recognition system? If for nothing else, just to have fewer people competing with me for the things in the magic convenience store.

In a world where strength was the only currency that mattered, monsters roam free and gods held court alongside with supernatural beings. An ancient prophecy foretold the coming of a great destroyer, a heartless being of unyielding and unmatched power would bring chaos, slaughtering both gods and demons alike with equal favor with a name that send shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls and a harbinger of doom. some say a god others a demon but one thing is certain...... Mujo is the darkest shadow of all.

Welcome to my story, My name is Clarke but people in my village call me Blood Reina. It means the savior. Long time ago my Father was one among the Five Immortal who died by the hands of the man Called Bratva. He came to my village (Out Post) and massacred people lots of them. And left a few of them to live by providing him. He has his men every corner in Out Post. Well I inherited my father’s powers and I team up with two of my friends and decided to them down one by one and lastly. We will kill Bratva. But I didn’t realize that what am dealing with is a huge problem. But in order to fight him I had to find more of his enemies, people who want him dead and join forces together.

Isabella Harper and Marco Rossi forged a love in secret while in Campus, rooftop whispers, indie riffs, and a heat that defied their worlds. It became official in a slow romantic night, the night before the day that would change their lives. The realization breaks them, their parents’ get married and the wedding binds them as step-siblings under Antonio Rossi, a mafia don Izzy hates and Marco secretly vows to destroy. Antonio’s iron rules ban their romance, a nosy housekeeper spies, and a brutal lesson in loyalty traps them in his grip. With feds circling Izzy and Vito dogging their steps, their love becomes a dangerous secret—one wrong move, and the blood tying them could be their end.

Sometimes, Gods walk among us. We just don't notice because we aren't capable of perceiving them as they are. However, when one such Goddess realizes that She is unable to remember who She is supposed to be, history starts to change forever. Join our unnamed Goddess as She travels around our world, meeting with strange Gods and even stranger mortals as She searches for the truth of who She is.

Jean wakes up in a vast, endless field surrounded by strangers—none of them know how they got there, and no matter where they go, they always end up back at the black door in the center. The door leads to a series of deadly trials, each one more twisted than the last. With every challenge he overcomes, Jean grows stronger—but the power he gains begins to strip away his emotions, memories, and humanity. Trapped in a world where survival demands sacrifice, Jean must decide how much of himself he's willing to lose to escape. Jean's cursed to evolve like a monster but loses his humanity with each fight.

Rui is a fifteen year old highschool student, who after enduring years of bullying, is brought to the brink of death and left to die in an alleyway. That's when he meets Kana, the mysterious 500 year old vampire who appears almost like a guardian angel. He saves Rui and turns him into a fledlging vampire. But what seemed like a random act of kindness has turned into a sadistic relationship between master and dog. Rui now must learn to traverse the vampire world with his seemingly lazy yet dangerous new guardian who shrouds his past in secrets. Labeled as a Fool, Rui takes it as an insult, but it's actually the name given to vampires from a specific blood attribute. Among the vampire hirearchies structured in Suits like playing cards, Rui is a Fool. A rare and special Suit despited by vampire kind. Stuck between the boundaries of being a human and a vampire, he must now decide to retain his humanity or accept his new immortality, all while facing the dangers that comes from the shadowed world he was forced to become apart of.

In a world where nearly every human is born with a unique power known as an Aspect, society is divided between shining paragons known as Heroes—state-licensed protectors—and the shadows they try to suppress. Behind the glimmering lies a seething underworld: powerful gangs, rogue crews, and syndicates thriving in the cracks of law and morality.

Asuka. A young girl with a strong will and kind heart wants to rid the world of pain and agony. But she is naive. She doesn't yet understand what it takes bring peace in this world of death and war. Will she be able to accept these struggles or will she crumble under the pressure. Some extra tags: FMC, No Harem, OP MC (not to the point where she doesn't struggle though), Small romance ***************************** So, this is my first ever novel. I hope I'm able to create an enjoyable experience for you all.