Yuji'S Cursed Technique

Crossing over to the alien world, he became a fallen noble lord. But with the help of the proficiency panel, he started to gain EXP through his family's Knight Breath Technique and followed the footsteps of an ancient and mysterious sorcerer step by step. Thus began a mysterious journey.

His gaze slowly drifted up to her knees, and then her thighs. The soft white skin-it all looked so smooth. She watched him, marveling at how he seemed to memorize every detail of her. It made her feel so warm inside, to know that the sight of her body captivated his attention so much. When his gaze fell upon her pussy, he was taken aback. He cocked his head and met her gaze. She suddenly got self-conscious and sat up. "What? Is there something wrong?" He was staring at her bush, or more precisely. the lack thereof! There was no hair on her mons, just a thin strip of dark curly hair that started just above the hood of her clit, went up three inches, and stopped. He was totally confused. He had never seen any woman that had just a thin strip of hair down there. It was either all over and thick; or, if they were very young, not there yet, or just some fuzz. His head was cocked at an angle and his ears were fully forward, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to figure out why it looked the way it did. She saw his expression was one of confusion, not disgust as she had feared. She relaxed a little.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Alison Gray thought she was just another ordinary girl struggling to make sense of her life. That illusion shatters the night she is kidnapped and thrown into a world of shadows and secrets—a world where wolves walk as men, and destiny isn’t something you choose but something that claims you. Kane, the enigmatic and cold leader of the wolf pack, insists that Alison is no ordinary human. She is the last of the White Tigers, a bloodline thought to be extinct—a lineage tied to unimaginable power and unspeakable danger. For Kane, Alison is the key to survival. For their enemies, she is the ultimate weapon. Caught in the crossfire between warring factions of wolves and deadly hunters, Alison struggles to reconcile the truth about her identity with the choices she must make. As her latent powers begin to awaken, so do the stakes: trust the wolves who have taken her, or risk falling into the hands of those who would use her for destruction. But even as her connection with Kane deepens—tangled in a web of mistrust, attraction, and betrayal—Alison realizes that her greatest battle isn’t with the enemies surrounding her. It’s with the truth buried within her. She can restore what was lost. Or destroy what remains. Will Alison embrace her destiny, or will the weight of it break her? One thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same.

She is the daughter of an Alpha whose family had conquered the last demon wolf in Illyria. Esmeray is born into the prestigious Alpha family, known as the Montague. But after her father's untimely death, her life becomes a nightmare of abuse at the hands of her cruel stepmother and stepbrother, who torment her for lacking a wolf. Desperate for salvation, she dreams of a mate who would come and rescue her from the cruelty of her pack. When he finally arrived, her hopes were shattered, for he had only come to reject her. Her only connection to her family's proud heritage is her striking blue hair, a sacred legacy from her ancestors. But in a desperate bid for freedom, Esmeray cuts her hair to escape being sold to a rogue. Her daring action pushes her to the precipice of death, unwittingly awakening a powerful demon wolf, imprisoned for 15 long years. This Alpha demon, who has yearned revenge and bloodthirst, is instantly drawn to Esmeray the moment he senses her, and he is determined to keep her at his side at all cost. In the world of wolves, the hunt is everything — and he has found a prey worth chasing.

Jacob Steve, an Old Man, died at 116 after living a whole life. But Jacob always had a dark side, which he always suppressed and hid from others. However, in the later years of his life, when death was inevitable, he understood there wasn't any point in having wealth, knowledge, or desires if you couldn't have a life to enjoy them. He became obsessed with fabled immortality and devoted his reaming life to extending his fleeting lifespan, but just like any other, he failed. However, he mysteriously got another chance at life and found a way that led to fabled immortality. But he was also forewarned that the way led to it was filled with blood and darkness! In the end, Jacob chose it anyway with no way of going back, and it was also the start of his suffering and his icky, brutal journey toward the 'Immortality' he wanted so badly! ______ Discord Server:https://discord.gg/RX7GwhCQ

"When the world you live in turns out to be just the pages of a story, will you accept your role or rewrite destiny?" Eden, an ordinary man in his thirties, leads a monotonous life until he receives a mysterious gift—a novel titled Rise in the Age of Chaos. As he reads, a flood of memories overwhelms him, revealing that his entire existence is nothing more than the imagination of an author who passed away years ago. Consumed by the revelations within the book and the unfinished journals of the author, Eden spends a decade searching for answers, only to reach a dead end. But when life takes its final breath from him, he awakens once again—this time inside the world of the novel itself, armed with his prior knowledge and journals that contain secrets never written. Caught between the struggle for survival and uncovering hidden truths, Eden realizes that this world is steeped in mystery. He is no longer just a character but a key to reshaping a preordained fate. Will he remain a tool of destiny, or will he turn the tables and become the master of his own narrative? A gripping tale blending revenge, mystery, and self-discovery in a world that defies all logic. (Short chapters at first, but I’ll work to make them longer!)

[WARNING: 18+ — NO RAPE] "I scratch and bite," Vivian warned, holding the Lycan Alpha's gaze confidently. Ronan smirked, his hand gripping her chin possessively as he forced her to look up at him. "You'll crawl and beg too," he promised. ************ Being the Clan Leader of the last remaining cursed Lycans, Ronan had long abandoned his task of finding his fated mate after years of useless searching. However, his life is disrupted when he encounters a mysterious and barely clinging-to-life alive Omega wolf, Vivian, trespassing on his land. Covered in strange Wickan magic symbols, Vivian is not just any wolf—she is his destined mate. Vivian has lived a life of rejection and suffering. Abandoned by her first mate for being unable to conceive, scorned by her family, and mistreated by her pack, Moonborn, she has endured endless humiliation. Forced by her father to mate with other Alphas in a desperate attempt to prove her worth, Vivian’s fate takes an even darker turn when she is cursed by a local coven and framed for a crime she didn’t commit. On the brink of death, she escapes into forbidden territory—Ronan’s land. A stretch of land her pack never dared to tread upon. Ronan’s mistrust only grows when he learns Vivian is from Moonborn, the pack that slaughtered his clan and remains his sworn enemy. Yet, irrespective of their dark feuding histories, he takes her in, determined to care for her and break the deadly curse inflicted upon her by Wickans and the ancient curse slowly leading him to an inevitable death. As they grow closer, secrets from both their pasts threaten to break them apart. And when Vivian’s niece arrives with a hidden agenda, matters become far more complicated. *Cover is ai made.

Hayase Akio was a child that seemingly could never feel gratefulness or happiness around his parents, resulting in him hating himself for it and indulging in fictional stories to pass his time and distract himself from it. He always dreamt of getting reincarnated in another world, and after an unfortunate course of events, it finally happens. But… is that all?

Twenty-one years ago, a demon cultivator named Mo Jixue threatened the balance of the world. With unmatched power and a fierce desire for control, he began a war with the four major sects: the Bai Sect of the East, the Li San Sect of the North, the Meng Sect of the West, and the He Sect of the South. Mo Jixue's dark powers wreaked havoc, leaving villages destroyed and countless lives lost. In response, the four sects united, setting aside old rivalries to protect the land from his wrath. Together, they fought a fierce battle, drawing on their combined strength and ancient techniques. After a long and brutal struggle, they managed to seal Mo Jixue away. His powers were trapped in a special sword, bound by powerful spells and hidden from the world. The four sects vowed to guard the sword, knowing that if it were ever released, Mo Jixue’s destructive power could rise again, threatening the peace they had fought so hard to preserve.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] 'Did it make absolute sense that the only way to reverse a curse was with another curse, even if it was a six feet sauve-looking demon whose features was sculpted to the apex of perfection?' Life seemed unnatually unfair when Aella had to embark on a suicidal journey to save her family from a rueful damnation, though she never brought the curse in the first place. Getting to the end of her journey, she found out something which made her hair stand out... The demon she intended to slay wasn't a ferocious creature but a demonic beauty with a mysterious aura that oddly set her body on fire. He was a divine creature, demonic, but dangerously so. When she stumbled into his life, he had one thought. Make her fall for him, ruining her mission. After all, he was the demon himself. Rather than getting his heart, Aella fell for his charms, inviting an unending chaos into her already doomed life. Thrown in a crossroad, she is confused on which path to take. Abide by her heart and let herself fall into a whirlwind of love, or allow intervention and be apart, saving herself from his cursed fate. A tale of gripping desires... Desiring The Cursed Demon's Heart. _______________ Volume 1: Desiring The Cursed Demon's Heart [COMPLETED] at 282 chapters. Volume 2: Acquiring The Cursed Angel's Heart [ONGOING] ________________ P.S Cover not mine, credit all to the artist!

When book editor Liriel stumbles upon a mysterious novel in a forgotten corner of an old library, she never expects it to draw her into a world beyond her own. As she flips through the book’s pages, Liriel finds herself inside the dark world of Ashwood— a kingdom haunted by shadows. Unwillingly her path crossed with Lucian Aldric Vaelan– the antagonist of the book, the enigmatic prince who seems to know more than he lets on, whose gaze lingers a moment too long, and whose touch is a dangerous promise. Under his watchful eye, Liriel is drawn deeper into a web of political intrigue and ancient curses, Where the more she explores, the more she realizes she may be entangled in a story that was never just a story. Caught between reality and the shadowed corridors of Ashwood’s court, Liriel must choose: stay close to Lucian and risk her heart, or find a way home before she loses herself in his world entirely. But Lucian has his own plans. And in a kingdom ruled by fear and power, no one escapes the Villain Prince unscathed.

Armaros Dawnbringer, is the male child of the Dawnbringer family of the Human Empire. He is a reincarnator, however he didn't have any gifts from the rebirth, and the only thing he has experienced was pain. He only felt pain whenever he fought and continued to suffer due to his shortcomings in this next life. But not wanting a repeat of his own previous life, he has decided to brave through all of it and now live a much better life in the new world of magic. "What can I say? Magic is a pain. Then again, only someone who is cursed by the world would be like me." Disclaimer: The Image used does not belong to me.

Follow Miseria as she navigates a world of Gods & Monsters. Everything is exactly as it seems and more. It won't be easy but there is darkness at the end of the tunnel.

"An eye for an eye," I told myself every night as I dreamed of his death. He was the monster who had ruined my life, the devil in every nightmare. But now, he stands before me, alive, no longer cursed, and all I can feel is the heat of his gaze, stripping me bare. I wanted to end him... but now, it feels like he's already ended me.” In the Kingdom of Rivera, Kaden, the ruthless crowned alpha Prince, lay cursed in eternal slumber. Lily, a servant girl with a hidden past, arrived on a mission of vengeance, seeking to kill the monster who slaughtered her family and destroyed her colony. But when she touched him, the curse was broken. Instead of death, Kaden offered her a shocking proposal: become his mate and bear his heirs. Now, Lily is bound to her enemy, torn between the desire that burns within her and the revenge that fuels her soul. Will she succumb to the darkness that haunts them both, or will her thirst for vengeance consume him... and herself?

The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide. She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages. What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason. Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest. Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages? She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home. God Help Her! ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book. "THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE" What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time? What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess. EXCERPT: What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'? Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did. She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.  Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her. She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.  "That was a bad act, my lady." The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Scary. "I will only give you three seconds to get up."  His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart? She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.  THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD! ******* Werewolf (Check) Cursed prince (Check) Transmigration (Check) Comedy (Check) Romance (Double Check) ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY!

In a world where most people are born with some form of power, 16-year-old Kaliyug has always been ordinary—unremarkable in every way, and powerless. However, everything changes one fateful night when Kaliyug discovers that he is no longer powerless. With an unexplainable surge of energy, he unlocks an incredible force within him, one that makes him feel invincible. But as Kaliyug begins to explore his newfound abilities, he realizes that his powers come with a dangerous, uncontrollable edge. Every thought, every emotion, every action has the potential to destroy those around him. As he struggles to master the terrifying magnitude of his power, Kaliyug is faced with a crushing dilemma: Should he use his abilities to protect the world, or is he doomed to bring about its destruction? Haunted by the fear of harming the people he loves, Kaliyug embarks on a journey of self-discovery, trying to understand his true purpose and whether he can ever truly control the power that pulses within him. But as threats loom and choices become ever more dire, Kaliyug will have to decide if he is the savior the world needs—or the weapon that will tear it apart.

“Wake up.” The icy splash of water jolted Jasmine awake, her breath hitching as reality crashed down. Disoriented and trembling, she barely registered a hand striking her cheek. The sharp sting and the metallic tang of blood grounded her in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Sebastian loomed over her, his presence as sharp and cold as the venom in his voice. “Welcome, princess. How do you find Montague's hospitality?” His smirk was colder than the water dripping from her face. “I bring news,” he continued, his words cutting like a blade. “Your father has finally met justice—straight to hell.” Jasmine froze, tears welling in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “What happened to my father? What did you do to him?” Sebastian’s smirk twisted into something darker. “What did I do?” he repeated, his voice low and venomous. “I gave your father exactly what he deserved—for destroying my sister’s life, for tearing my family apart.” He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. “But don’t mistake this for an ending, Jasmine. This is only the beginning.” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please—you’ve got it wrong. My father and I would never harm anyone!” Sebastian’s grip tightened on her chin, his unrelenting gaze boring into her. “Spare me your innocence,” he hissed. “I should be glad he’s dead—but I’m not because I didn’t kill him myself. So I’ll settle for you. Every tear, every ounce of pain, will torment him in his grave.” Even as fear consumed her, Jasmine’s voice trembled with defiance. “You’re wrong. Whatever you think you know, it’s a lie.” Jasmine’s memories were fragmented, her past shrouded in mystery. She couldn’t even remember her father’s face, let alone the sins this man accused them of. She didn’t know where to begin, or who to turn to for answers. But one thing was clear: He wasn’t just her captor—he was her storm. And the storm between them had only begun.

When an unexpected accident lands gamer and slacker Obie Williams in the unpredictable world of Kelst, he quickly learns that survival hinges on The System-a divine game where magic, monsters, and danger are terrifyingly real. With only a "Cursed Luck" boon ensuring misfortune at every turn, Obie must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with deadly creatures, volatile magic surges, and divided locals-some who see him as a savior and others who brand him a blasphemy. Something dark stirs in Kelst. Magic fluctuations wreak havoc, monsters grow bolder, and whispers of cosmic interference suggest that Obie's arrival-and survival-may be tied to a higher, perilous purpose. From battling bloodthirsty jackalopes to stumbling into an alliance with hardened adventurers, Obie must learn quickly or face the wrath of a world that kills slow learners. Will his cursed luck doom him, or can he turn misfortune into triumph and uncover the truth behind Kelst's growing unrest? A hilarious, action-packed journey where every mishap is a chance for greatness-or disaster. Cursed Luck Obie is a high-stakes, magical adventure for fans of underdog heroes and chaotic charm.

“My dear bloom, do you know, I never made a mistake and I thought it is physically impossible for me to even make a mistake but because of you, I did one” His voice hardens, but his hold on her face is still gentle as before. She gulped, her hands turns cold as she still kept staring into his eyes, trying to find an answer but she didn’t find one. He closed his eyes and then opened them again, looking at her with a beautiful smile, saying, “don’t worry, I will find him and then make you kill him by you own hand”. Her body goes numb, as she realized what he meant by that, and for a few seconds, she couldn’t breathe, until she hears his next words, “This belongs to me” He taps her chest gently, and continues “you belong to me, and if there is anyone that try to even think about taking what’s mine, then I’ll just take his life away from him in the most painful way possible”. He slowly let her go, saying, “Remember this, my bloom”, then he turns around and walks away. She falls to the floor, losing all her strength as her eyes falls on Krios, who is laying on the floor unconscious, covered in blood. She wanted to help him but she knows, if she ever tried to move, Alpha King will surely kill him in front of her. “No” She turns her head in shock, to look at the Alpha king, stopping on his way and then turns back to look her, saying, “No, I don’t think I should let you stay here”. She looks at him confused, not understanding what is going on his head, but she didn’t dare to utter a word and just looks at him confused. He walks to her, saying, “It is better to keep you by my side”. He carries her into his arm, holing her close and leans into her neck to inhale into her addictive scent, whispering, “From now on, you will stay with me in my palace, in my room, my precious mate”. Her eyes widen as she turned to look at him, unable to process what just happened. “You are so damn addictive, bloom” He whispers, before walking away, carrying her like a precious flower.

Rylan always knew *Realm of The Cursed Prophecy* was a brutal game, but he never expected it to claim his life—until it did. After failing to defeat the final boss for the hundredth time, he curses the game creators, only to find himself *reborn* in the game world. The catch? He’s not a hero or a powerful champion—he’s Zhorath, the dreaded dark Lord. But he’s not the dark Lord of legends, not yet. He’s a mere farmer, weak and powerless. Realm of The Cursed Prophecy isn’t just a game—it’s a battleground for control over fate, power, and destiny itself. Rylan must confront the one enemy he can’t escape: himself. Will he embrace the curse of becoming the dark Lord, or will he rewrite the prophecy and change the game forever?

In a distant day, in the heart of an ancient kingdom, a child was born on a cloudy day, as winds howled through the trees, as if nature itself sensed his arrival. There was a remote village on the outskirts of the kingdom where this child, named Malik, was born. It was a rare moment, the hour of sunset, shrouded in a light gray mist, a birth that carried with it both hope and fear. His mother, Fatimah, lay on her wooden bed in a small, old cottage, breathing heavily from the pain. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with worry, but she did not cease praying. “Oh my God, protect him, and grant him a great future.” But in those moments, as the world seemed still, there was something unusual surrounding this birth. There were secrets hidden in the folds of darkness, and although Malik’s family had been forgotten by memory, his birth was the beginning of a new chapter, a chapter entwined with both light and shadow, leading to a destiny unknown to all. As the orange sky first lit up, Malik took his first breath, but this was not the final chapter of his story; it was merely the beginning.

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

Just after the Demon Lord's forces decimated the Shadow Hunter Pack, the last known Acrilian werewolf pack, the luna's daughter was secretly whisked away to the Rainier Pack, along with the grandniece of the current Matriarch of the Clan of the Old Order. Unfortunately, for all those who took it upon themselves to get involved, they soon become targeted by the Demon Lord, because one of the main objectives of the demons' assault on the Shadow Hunter Pack was to exterminate the luna's daughter...who is destined to become the demons' greatest threat.

After the defeat of the Demon Queen, peace settles over the world. But that peace comes with a cost. Society develops a deep prejudice against black hair, as it reminds them of the fallen queen. This stigma leads to ongoing violence against those with black hair, who are often targeted as demons. Magic plays a significant role in this world. It's a powerful tool that many rely on. However, not everyone possesses magical skills. Some individuals thrive without magic, showcasing their strength and resilience in other ways.

In a world where the gods have been forgotten, human savagery would have reigned supreme, if not for a single family. Herding together the stranded humans with their strength, the royal family of Krimori forged a nation with the sole purpose of destroying the soul beast that roamed free after the departure of the gods. Centuries later, many more kingdoms have risen, fighting under the same banner to vanquish the horrors that sought to devour them. Among these monarch families, a child destined to change the world was born.