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Erwin Roar

My Inkbound Devil

“Are you scared?” Vaerion asked, his deep voice muffled slightly by the helmet he wore. Asuriel sniffled, swallowing the remnants of her emotional breakdown. In contradiction to the nervousness she felt boiling in her stomach, she scoffed, “Of course not.” “A shame,” the devil chuckled, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Let’s fix that.” Before Asuriel could ask what he meant, the motorcycle’s engine roared to life, and inertia sent her body backward. She instinctively jumped forward and tightened her grip on the man’s waist. If only she could see the victorious smirk that her action elicited from Vaerion. The sounds of the bike reverberated deep in her chest, making a home in her ribcage. The pair flew through the night, passing cars and buildings so quickly that it all looked like multicolored streaks of light rushing by. Her heartbeat soared as adrenaline and fear filled her bloodstream. As they rode out of the city, Vaerion spoke to her through their mind-link, his tone possessive, “Your fear is mine to evoke. Don’t you dare cry again – unless I’m the one to make you.” —— In a modern, urban world where the celestial and infernal realms secretly shape mortal existence, Asuriel has always considered herself an ordinary woman with a passion for mixing drinks and living a boring, ignoble life. But as her twenty-fifth birthday approaches, everything changes. Powerful abilities hidden deep beneath the surface since childhood finally begin to burst through, revealing her cursed heritage – which marks her as both a miracle and an abomination. A beastly devil named Vaerion Sinclair—the charismatic and ruthless CEO of one of the largest business conglomerates—has been tied to her since she was young by her strange abilities. Now, having been awoken, the bond they share is activated – both physically and mentally. Being forced to share dreams and stay within 10 feet of a stranger 24/7 is troublesome, to say the least... especially when he is a walking temptation. As these new, unbridled powers threaten to tear her apart, she discovers that, if she wants to survive, she has to unravel the mystery of her origins and the prophecy tied to her bloodline. Her body has turned into a ticking time bomb. Alongside Vaerion, who is obligated to help out of the selfish desire to preserve his own life, the pair uncovers threads of lies, betrayal, and forbidden love that could ignite a war between the celestial and infernal realms. —— My Inkbound Devil gives you a slice of all your favorite tropes: urban, fantasy romance with a devil-beast CEO and dark, heavy atmosphere… with R18 smut as icing on the cake.~ Join us on this adventure, and support the novel if you enjoy it! Expect daily updates~
carmyko · 5.4K Views

Prehistoric Nightmare

In a world hauntingly reminiscent of our own, the very fabric of reality is violently ripped apart when prehistoric titans—monstrous beings long relegated to the pages of history and legend—emerge from the shadows of time. Towering and primal, these colossal creatures wreak havoc on cities, their thunderous roars reverberating through the remnants of modern civilization as humanity grapples with an unimaginable cataclysm. Yet the chaos is only beginning. As the earth quakes beneath the weight of these ancient giants, something even more profound stirs. The gods of old—primordial forces once revered, feared, and ultimately forgotten—awaken from their millennia-long slumber. Their return is anything but gentle; it is seismic. Their mere presence distorts reality itself, reshaping the world to reflect their ancient dominion. No longer just symbols of myth, these deities walk among the ruins, awe-inspiring and terrifying, their motives shrouded in mystery as they seek to reclaim a world that has long forsaken them. In the midst of this upheaval, one unfortunate man finds himself chosen by one of these gods as a champion. But to truly embody this role, he must prove his worthiness—not just as a servant but as a devoted slave to a mighty lord, navigating a treacherous path that challenges the very essence of his humanity. As he grapples with the weight of his new destiny, he must confront the gods' wrath, the titans' fury, and the lingering question: what does it truly mean to be worthy?
Cobble_Timber · 1.7K Views

The Devil's Justice

"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you." In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire. I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil. *** Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage. In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long. Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen. But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter? They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil." With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her. Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker. Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge? If so, then who's next? As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."
Wendrila_Kundu · 23.5K Views

Fierce Love: Every Beast Needs a Beauty

[Warning: Mature Content Included] After stepping on a landmine, Qin Yan never expected she would be blown into another world—let alone a world full of beastmen! That alone was something she could handle, but what truly rattled her was how she, a person valued at millions back on Earth, was now being sold for a measly bag of unrefined salt that wouldn’t even cost her a dollar to buy in a side stall. People line up to see her on Earth but here, she was purchased at a bargain price and treated like a discarded, secondhand dog bowl! If that wasn’t enough to crush her pride, she was then thrust into an arranged marriage with a brutish bear-man—only for him to reject her outright? Qin Yan seethed, ready to tear his snout off. “No way am I marrying her! Just look at her! She’s flat in all angles, no curves! If I didn't know better, I might even mistake her for a man without any milk jugs to offer. Who would be blind enough to choose her?” he roared, pointing rudely at the stunned and speechless Qin Yan. All... FLAT??? N-No curves?! No milk... milk jugs?! ‘Then just marry a cow, you disgusting pervert!’ she fumed internally, her face flushed with rage and wanted to cry foul in upset. ‘Boohoo! I’m just a late bloomer, these… these pair of kumquats will grow eventually into juicy melons lateeer! You hateful bear! Even if he drools and beg for it later, she will never let him have a piece! Qin Yan swore but it seemed fate had a twisted sense of humor. "Woman, leave that fool and come with me. If he refuses, I won’t hesitate to bite and poison him to death." A feral voice hissed as a violent gust of wind swept the air, followed by a piercing screech. A huge pair of wings covered the once blinding ray of sun. "Hey, worm! You think you can skip ahead of me?" A second beastman growled from above, his voice laced with authority. "I called dibs first—ah no. She’s actually carrying my child! Right, she is. So, get lost while I'm being nice!" Wait... wha—? What, what child, what dibs? Qin Yan stood frozen, thunderstruck. C-Crazy... These crazy madmen! I’m only nineteen! How could I wantonly associate with so many men? Let alone two annoyingly handsome beasts! I refuse to be seduced! Shit! Oh god, I know I'm a head-turner, sexy and pretty! But… But why are all these beastmen suddenly fighting over me now, when they used to avoid me like the plague?! In any case, faced with the brooding sight of the crimson bear, Qin Yan gulped and clung tightly to his fluffy fur, looking as if she had been wronged. "Darling! Hubby! I don’t know these two men. Ah, they’re both con-artists, just trying to ruin our marriage!” Qin Yan pointed at them accusingly. “L-Leave me alone! I’m already married!" ---- WSA2025 Entry #beasts #transmigration #beautyandbeasts
April_Tears · 2.5K Views

Slumbering Sloth

In a world where the powerful ruled with an iron fist, one boy was dealt the worst cards—first by fate, then by the world, and finally by an Outer God. With each passing moment, he spiraled deeper into a reality determined to break him. One day, as the pool of blood bubbled and rumbled in an ancient temple of malignance, a young man emerged from the depths. Beasts roared in a twisted symphony, and his body radiated a bloody strength that no one could contain. He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he got out from the blood pool: "I'm really not a Demon." One day, as the massive corpse of a dragon lay idle, it shriveled, losing all its grandeur and dignity. Its desecrated body pulsed with dark energy, and from its stomach erupted a sharp, tyrannical sword aura, cutting through the air with lethal precision. A figure emerged, his black robe now stained blood red, his blood-red vertical eyes gleaming with a demonic fire. As he stood, surrounded by the lingering aura of death, he thought, "I’m really not a Demon." One day, when the Blood Moon shone in all its glory, and the Demon Sect was at its peak, the Gates of the Demon Sect were shattered, and their Sect Halls lay in ruin. In the heart of their Demonic Lands, signs of a cataclysmic battle were evident. Corpses, scattered like broken dolls, piled upon each other to form a massive mound. Atop this heap of death sat a figure, calm and unperturbed, bathed in moonlight. His four eyes scanned the surroundings, and after a moment of contemplation, he thought rationally, "I only killed Demons, so that doesn’t really make me a Demon."
A_N_V · 8.4K Views
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