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Whisperwood: The Curse Beneath Dark Fantasy • Gothic Mystery • Supernatural Horror Some towns hide secrets. Whisperwood is made of them. When Lyra arrives in the fog-choked town of Whisperwood, she expects to find answers about her missing mentor. What she finds instead is a curse older than the town itself—one that breathes through its people, rewrites their memories, and punishes those who remember. Guided by a quiet man with no past—and no name—Lyra begins peeling back layers of lies. But every truth they uncover changes the town around them. People vanish. Voices shift. History rewrites itself. Even Lyra begins to question what's real... and what the town wants her to forget. Somewhere in the heart of Whisperwood, something ancient is watching. And it remembers her. If she uncovers the truth, it will cost her everything. If she forgets… she becomes one of them.

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

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?"

Rhaëlya O'Strike is a 19 year old genius. She was studying to become a doctor with an anesthesist diploma on the side. She was helping her friend on a project when a recipient broke at her face level, she choked and couldn't press the emergency button on time before passing out. When she woke up she was in the middle of a tropical forest. ☆☆☆☆ Beastmen?? System?? What is this!! All I wanted was to help Ran with her bio project how did I end up in the beastworld?? And why are the beastmen here so handsome?! /!\ THIS WORK INCLUDES MREG/MALE PREGNANCY OF THE MAIN MALE LEADS BY THE FEMALE LEAD!!! And it's a why choose/reverse harem ending /!\ This is also a novel with a bi protagonist and a bi harem (a harem including both men and women all for the female lead) /!\ The harem members won't have any romantical or physical relationship with each other

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAG Read the first 10 chapters. I dare you not to fall in love. --- Everyone in Penny Willard’s life had one thing to say: “You're not good enough.” Her ex? "Fat repels people worse you're ugly, why did you think I would want you?" Her sister? "Look at me, Penny. Of course Chris chose me. I'm everything you're not." Her own mother? "I wish you'd never been born." Her stepfather? "You're a mistake. A stain on this family." The help whispered behind closed doors... "She’s just a product of rape who ruined her mother’s life." But then he came along. The madman. The monster. The one everyone feared. And he called her Penguin. His Penguin. His life. His reason. His obsession. --- On the day Penny thought she’d finally found love, she discovered her fiancé, Chris Adkins, was already married… to her baby sister, Ariana. Before she could process the betrayal, another bomb dropped. She was already married. To a man she'd never met. A man hidden from the world. A man so dangerous, they erased his existence from every record. Osvaldo Adkins. The caged beast in the penthouse. Unstable. Brilliant. Lethal. And absolutely, madly obsessed with his wife. What started as betrayal turned into a war. And Penny? She’s done crying. She’s not just the chubby, awkward girl everyone bullied. She’s the anonymous genius behind world-shaking breakthroughs. A prodigy scientist. A doctor. The woman everyone secretly relies on. And now? She’s out for revenge. She’ll make Ariana choke on her lies. She’ll make Chris wish he’d never been born. And she’ll set the world on fire, with a madman worshipping the ground she walks on. --- Who said the fat girl can’t be the fantasy? Who said the duff can’t own the story? Watch her rise, fall in love, and burn every bridge that ever held her back. --- Follow @Sspears for updates, chaos, and bonus content. Because this isn’t your average love story. It’s hot. It’s messy. And it’s going to ruin you. Just when you think you have everything figured out, more twist will unfold that would wreck you. Our ML is all shades of red flags, possessive, doesn't mind killing the ones who hurt his Penguin. He's done it countless times and adores his little Penguin with his life. This novel is filled with smutty smut smut smutty scenes. Brace yourself, and get ready for an adventurous ride.

In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee

[Ultra Short Version - Terry has game abilities—XP leveling, resource gathering, crafting items in seconds, spamming them in battle, and even granting others the same powers.] ------ [Short version] Terry's soul was a hollow flute. Isekai'd into a brutal world of monsters and dungeons, but with game-like powers, he was used as a pawn, then betrayed and abandoned. But in that emptiness, something ancient began to stir. Now he drifts unseen, collecting every secret and sin, his hollow core twisting into a hunger no one can escape. The flute has begun to sing. And when he plays, the world that cast him aside will drown in the music of his revenge. ----------------- [Long Version] Terry never had the wish. Had no big dreams. Never wanted to be great. No fire of ambition in his heart. Just emptiness. Maybe that's why he was chosen. A perfect vessel. Cracked and full of holes. Empty enough for something old and powerful to slip in. Like a flute waiting to be played, shaped to carry a god's lost song. He woke up in Tarnheval, a brutal medieval world choking on its own glory. Monsters lurking beneath shattered citadels. Dragons nesting in the ruins of dead kingdoms. Dungeons that swallowed entire generations. And nobles who smiled as they carved out power from the bones of the helpless. They looked at him and saw nothing worth fearing. Just a vessel to be filled. A weapon to be used. So they betrayed him. Abandoned him. He was sacrificed. Forgotten. But he did not forget. Quiet. Watching. Every move the nobles plotted behind cold stone walls. Every sin the great families buried beneath silk banners. Armies that slaughtered innocents they had sworn to protect. And Terry drifted through it all. Unseen. Unremarkable. Absorbing every dark truth, every whispered lie, every dying breath. Noting. Remembering each. Because something inside him was waking up. Something older than Tarnheval itself. The flute had begun to sing. His emptiness turned into hunger. A hunger for truth. A hunger for ruin. The one they abandoned was becoming the weapon they couldn't stop. And whether the world lives or falls, it will happen to the music he plays. #IsekaiEpic #AbandonedHeir #DungeonCrawling #DragonTaming #War #TheEmptyHero

Elyzara Thorne was just an ordinary woman until she died in the dumbest way possible. One moment she was walking down the street, the next, she was choking on a piece of candy and face-planting into the afterlife. Before she could even process her own stupidity, a snarky system appeared and dumped her into the body of a newborn baby. Sounds bad? Oh, it gets worse. Her new moms are the most terrifying tyrants the world has ever seen two ridiculously powerful empresses who rule with an iron fist, burn cities for fun, and make their enemies weep in fear. The entire kingdom is one bad day away from rebellion, and Elyzara’s new mission (whether she likes it or not) is to stop these two overpowered warlords from getting themselves overthrown. The problem? • She’s a literal infant. • Her moms worship the ground she drools on and think she’s the best thing since world domination. • Everyone around her is scared shitless of her “divine presence,” making diplomacy nearly impossible. Can Elyzara stop her bloodthirsty parents from committing war crimes before she’s old enough to walk? Or is she doomed to be the adorable mascot of tyranny?

This is a story of a captain of a secluded place and a gorgeous female celebrity—both who would hardly cross paths but a collision in Tibet sets an opening to their encounter. Upon their first encounter, Wenxian already has her eyes set on Captain Lu—her mouth drooling with desire. Wenxian, “Hmm? How can I win over your heart? In a plain sack or using sweet talk?” With a cigarette in his mouth, Lu Xiao scoffs. “You are an impressive and popular celebrity, I am only a captain at this secluded place. I am very poor, what is it in me that you like about?” Wenxian, “I like how you always snub back at me.” Lu Xiao choked and walked away heartlessly. “You are shameless, don’t even dream about it!” The next day, he said, “It's all because you were carried away by a whim?” Wenxian, “No, hatching a scheme.”

Delia's life was a cruel reality: the neglected and abused illegitimate daughter of a noble family, the Ellington family, she yearned for the love of her stepmother, Baroness Augusta, and younger sister, Lady Anne, who relentlessly mistreated her. Her world crumbled when she discovered a double betrayal: her beloved husband, Lord George had secretly pined for Anne, marrying Delia only to be near her sister. Simultaneously, her step mother framed her for a crime Anne committed. Overwhelmed and heartbroken, Delia's attempt to escape a death sentence led to a fatal carriage accident. But death was not the end. Delia awoke one year in the past, finding herself still engaged to George. This was her second chance, and the naive girl was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a burning desire for revenge. Her first target: Duke Eric Carson, the powerful and wealthy man her sister Anne desperately pursued. Delia boldly approached Eric with a proposition for a contract marriage. To her surprise, Eric agreed, but with a condition: their fake marriage would become real and they can go their separate way after a year, hiding his own secret agenda. Now, armed with Eric's unexpected devotion and his willingness to lay down his life for her, Delia meticulously begins to dismantle her family's world. With Eric's help, she exposes the secrets they hide, manipulates their desires, and turns them against each other, orchestrating George’s demotion, Anne's downfall and seizing everything her sister coveted, including Duke Eric love and obsession. What happens when Eric doesn’t want their contract marriage to end? ——————— EXCPRET “I can’t return your feelings, your grace,” Delia whispered, her back against the cool wall. “But I can,” Eric murmured, stepping closer. Delia’s voice trembled. “It’s not the same.” She choked out. “ No one can love me.” “Then teach me,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek. “Then teach me how to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I’m a quick study.” When she stayed silent, he sighed contentedly, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It’s alright. Just… use me. Anything you need. if you want money, ask the treasury, take as much money that’s needed. if you want power, use my name. if you want security and love, use my body.” His breath warmed her skin, his chest rose and fell with hers. "As long as it's from you, I'm happy."

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] Georgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Marrying her longtime billionaire boyfriend, inheriting stability after the tragic death of her brother, and raising her orphaned niece in peace. Her brother’s death at sea, bruised and thrown to the waves, was declared a drunken accident pinned on a disgraced ship captain. The case was closed, but the wounds never healed. Georgia is left to pick up the pieces: taking over their bankrupt business, dodging loan sharks, and the angry people whom her father and brother owe… in fear. When her wealthy fiancé proposes marriage, promising protection and financial freedom, she accepts, not only for love, but for survival. But everything was shattered in an instant. Georgia was pushed overboard into the midnight sea. Thought dead by everyone on the ship, she survives... barely... only to be rescued by the last man she ever wanted to see again— Captain Nicholas Knight, the man once accused of her brother’s murder. Stranded on his cargo ship, Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He’s intense, stoic, and shockingly kind—nothing like the killer she imagined. As the days pass, she learns more about who Nicholas really was, but Georgia remains haunted by betrayal and secrets. Nick risks his life for her. With survival as their only priority, passion burns hotter than the sun. But despite his hunger for her, he refuses to take advantage. Instead, he vowed to protect her, not use her. He teaches her how to fight, how to survive—and how to trust again. Determined to protect Georgia, Nick finally steps into his destiny. But enemies are everywhere. As passion and danger collide, Georgia and Nick must fight for their future, outsmart powerful enemies, and uncover a murderous conspiracy hiding in plain sight. But revenge comes at a price, and so does love. Yet the more she resists him, the more addicted she becomes. And when the world wants to silence her… He’s the only one who’ll burn it down to save her. Excerpt: “Goddammit, wake up! Don’t you dare die on me! I swear, if you make me regret jumping from that fucking moving ship—!” Her lashes fluttered, blurred by seawater and tears. “Are you awake?” the voice came again. He was closer now, his breath warm against her cheek. “Can you hear me?!” “I’m begging you… Someone tried to kill me… Don’t tell anyone you found me…” His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?” Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers slipped from his shirt, and her head fell against his shoulder just as she whispered, “Yes…” Then the memories crashed back. Salt water, freezing winds, her body going numb in the ocean… “Oh good, you’re awake,” Nick said and strode toward the bed. “Don’t come any closer!” she hissed. "I swear to God, I’ll scream the ship down if you come one step closer, you pervert!” “I know you...” Nick stiffened. “What now?” “You murdering son of a bitch!” she roared. Georgia grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “What the hell? Are you insane?!” he barked, dodging the pillow. “You’re Nicholas Knight! You killed my brother!” Seeing her trembling, he lifted her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she shrieked, squirming violently. “Stop—shit!” Nick lost his balance. “Maniac!” she declared. That’s when he felt it. Something soft. Plush. His head dropped like a guillotine blade, fast and sharp. His eyes locked on his right hand, which was currently cupping her like he was holding a fragile fruit from the gods. His soul left his body. But his body betrayed him. He was as hard as rock in an instant… Eyes bulging, jaw dropping, Nick choked on a curse. “Fuck.” Too bad he whispered it directly into Georgia’s face. Georgia's knee rocketed upward like a heat-seeking missile. “How dare you touch me, you Captain Pervert! Murderer!” she hissed. Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

Ending up living for a whole year with the boy you hate the most it's never a fairytale. It's more of a challenge not to choke each other in their sleep. (the italian vers. is on wattpad -> nick: _Mooniee__ the mentioned idols are used only as stand-ins.

Alpha Cassian was once feared and revered, a warrior who led his pack with unwavering strength. But when his mate was killed, a part of him died with her. For years, he ruled in solitude, convinced that the Moon Goddess had cursed him to walk alone. Love was a weakness he could not afford, and his heart remained closed off, his pack growing colder under his reign. That changes the night he is forced to attend the Omega auction. Among the trembling, discarded she-wolves stands her—a fragile yet defiant woman whose scent awakens something primal inside him. She is his mate. His second chance. But Cassian refuses to believe in fate a second time. The omega, once cast out for being wolfless, is sold to him against her will. In his world, she is nothing—a burden, a mistake. Yet, despite his rejection, she refuses to cower. As threats rise within the pack and outside forces scheme against them, Cassian is forced to protect her, even as he resists the bond pulling him closer. But fate is relentless, and when she is taken from him, Cassian will have to decide—will he risk his heart once more, or will he lose his mate for a second time? *** “Let me go,” she whispered, her lips quivering as tears rolled down her cheeks. He said he hated her—so why wasn’t he letting her go? Cassian’s eyes darkened at the sight of her tears. Without a second thought, he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “What if I don’t?” he murmured, his voice rough with an emotion he refused to name. Her intoxicating scent clouded his thoughts, stirring something primal within him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Yet, with her, every instinct rebelled against reason. “Because you don’t love me,” she choked out, her hands trembling against his chest. “And if you don’t, then you have no right to keep me.” She was right. Then why did the thought of separation pierce his heart like a blade? "Then why doesn't your body feel same. Infact it's screaming at me to touch you there" his voice sultry as he moved his hand down south. **** Add the book to library. Drop votes and reviews. Support the author with your endless love DAILY UPDATES STARTS FROM 1st MAY

“You want to know about the mate bond we share?” His words stopped me midway as I turned around to face him. I didn’t say a word as I felt my heart palpitate in anticipation. “Beta Perez, I…” Before I could speak, he continued. “I have decided to never let a woman into my life, Miss. James. I have learned long back that they only serve as a distraction. Why would I need a mate if I could have any women I want? Am I right, Miss. James?” He asked me as I felt my eyes burn, but I held back my tears. “A mate is your better half, Beta Perez.” I choked out the words when he let out a humorless laugh. “According to me, you need a mate to satisfy your needs and maybe an heir in the long run. I think I can buy that with some money, Miss. James.” “Don’t you feel the mate bond, Beta Perez?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. “I would have at least considered mating with you if you held a rank, Miss. James. But I don’t think I want a woman who is a nobody with a lonely mother and a runaway father.” I felt my chest rise and fall in anger while something broke within me. A tense silence engulfed us as we stared at one another. Join us in this journey where Aurora and Zander find love again as sparks ignite between them and desire crackles in the air, the tension builds, pushing them closer together. Will Zander’s feelings toward the mate bond transform as he grapples with the chemistry between them, or will fear of another heartbreak drive him to reject her? The future is uncertain, but one thing is clear: their destinies are intertwined in ways they never anticipated.

The Great Lamenting has left the world in ruin after the L-Virus had spread across the planet. Many lives were lost, families torn apart due to the virus which left behind the Daemons in their place. Years have passed since the Lamenting, and an organization called the Holy Resistance has been keeping parts of the planet safe from the L-Virus by creating safe havens for those unaffected. Within the resistance, a team known as Squad V is tasked with defeating as many Daemons as possible and cleansing Earth of its plague.

In a world where magic and machines are the twin engines of empire, power is everything—and those without it are left to rot. Raden Sora is a ten-year-old street kid surviving in the soot-choked ghettos of Kadiean’s Northern Reaches. With factories belching smoke, snow turned to sludge, and the constant threat of starvation, Raden’s only hope lies in the empire’s mandatory magic assessment—a single chance to rise from filth to fortune. Alongside his best friend, the bold and reckless Jay Racker, Raden dreams of escape, of clean clothes, warm food, and maybe, just maybe, a life beyond the alleys and ash. But when the assessment reveals a dangerous potential buried deep within him, Raden is thrust into a world of ruthless training, political manipulation, and war. Recruited into the Mage Breakers—an elite force tasked with hunting rogue mages who defy imperial rule—Raden must learn to wield power without losing himself to it. Because in a land where magic serves the machine, and loyalty is bought with blood, becoming a weapon might be the only way to survive. A gritty coming-of-age fantasy filled with smoke, steel, and sorcery, Mage Breaker is the story of a boy who rose from the gutter to stand against the very system that created him.

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

In the rain-slicked, neon-drenched streets of Veridia City, one name is whispered in terror: The Vexillum Consortium. A monolithic crime syndicate whose tendrils choke every facet of life, they are the unopposed gods of the city's rotten heart. Their law is fear, their justice is death, and the police are nothing more than their neutered pets. To stand against The Vex is to beg for an end too brutal to imagine. When a desperate girl, Elara, makes a final, futile run for her life after witnessing the murder of her brother, the entire city turns a blind eye. She is prey, and The Vex are the hunters. Cornered in a dark alley, her hope extinguished, she collides with a man who is not from this city, a man with eyes that burn like embers. Kaelen "Kael" Ryker. He was only looking for a restaurant. But when he sees the girl's terror and the arrogant smirks of her pursuers, something ancient and cold within him awakens. They thought he was just another sheep to be slaughtered. They were wrong. He is the wolf the shepherds pray will never come. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a monster who hunts other monsters. The chronicle of a man whose power is so absolute, it inspires not just hope, but a terrifying awe. Watch as he dismantles the city's fear, piece by bloody piece, and builds an empire on its ashes, gathering a harem of deadly, beautiful women who are drawn to the irresistible gravity of his strength. He is not a hero. He is the FEARBREAKER.

In the wake of a cataclysmic tear in spacetime, modern Earth and a primeval world have fused into one fractured realm—skyscrapers draped in ancient vines, highways swallowed by tar-choked swamps, and dinosaurs roaming shattered suburbs. Amid this chaos, eight-year-old Kai Vargas clings to the memory of his family and the enigmatic mechanical companion they left behind. As strange abilities awaken in people across the globe—some wielding elemental fury, others bending reality with thought—the boundaries between human civilization and prehistoric survival blur. With civilization’s old rules shattered, Kai must learn to navigate a landscape where every sunrise brings new dangers, allies, and revelations. “Riftfall” is a pulse-pounding saga of loss, discovery, and the extraordinary potential that emerges when two worlds collide—an adventure teeming with wonder and peril, where only those brave enough to face the unknown will survive.

Adolf Hitler died choking on the ashes of his Reich… only to awaken in a world of magic, monsters, and weak-willed kings. Reborn in a land untouched by blitzkrieg or bullets, he finds no swastikas, no iron crosses — only empires ripe for conquest and sorcerers too soft to rule. Stripped of title but not of hatred, he begins again. Not as a man. As a force. With steel in his hands, fire in his veins, and poison in his words, he sets out to build an empire of blood — one bullet, one spell, one corpse at a time. There is no redemption. There is no remorse. Only war. Content Warning: This story contains depictions of fascist ideology, war crimes, and morally reprehensible behavior from an unapologetically evil protagonist. It does not glorify these beliefs — it explores their horror through fiction and philosophical conflict. If you’re uncomfortable with dark historical themes or villain-centered narratives, this story is not for you.

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.

"Fate is destiny. An unmovable force that chokes the life out of everything and everyone you hold dear. It knows no emotions—neither love nor sadness, not even hate. You cannot run from it, you cannot escape it, and you cannot survive it. You can do only one thing." "What?" "Kill it. Or in your case, find the person who stole your fate and kill them”. Born in a deadly standstill between humanity and the Rache, there weren’t a lot of things that could go wrong in Jace's life. But they did. With his fate stolen and a mark upon his head, Jace will have to fight, crawl and claw his way to the thief of his fate. But fate is cruel. And Jace will be faced with the ultimate choice : Submit to Fate or break free from its chains and suffer the consequences.

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest. You will know you understand only when you can't tell the singer from the song, dancer from the dance, and the daoist partners from the dao. This is true enlightenment in the art of dual cultivation ... The 'Naked Sword Art' is a personal skill of mine. It isn't perfect yet, but I believe it will one day be the greatest dual cultivation technique known to man. I am the fucker of mothers, stripper of daughters, and the bane of all men and husbands alike. I am a blind dual cultivator. . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . https://discord.gg/SFyWcze **Art work is not mine. If you want me to take it down please contact me**

In a kingdom where power is ruled by blood and scent, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Liora Vayne has spent years on the run, disguising herself with heat suppressants to hide the truth of what she is-an omega in a world that chains her kind to alphas through laws, collars, and cold tradition. All she wants is a life of quiet freedom on the open road. No masters. No bindings. No fate. But fate finds her anyway. When she saves a wounded stranger from the dust-choked roadside, Liora doesn't expect her to be Veyra Halvarin-the kingdom's heir, an alpha general, and the sole survivor of a brutal attempt on the royal bloodline. Charged with warning the court, Veyra insists Liora escort her to the nearest outpost. Yet as danger stalks closer and Liora's last suppressant begins to fail, the secrets between them deepen-and their pull toward one another grows harder to resist. Together, they'll uncover the rot festering in the heart of the kingdom's court. But while Liora battles the laws that would enslave her, Veyra must choose between duty and desire, tradition and truth. And both must face the pain of a fate that may have bound them long before they ever met. A slow-burn omegaverse fantasy of forbidden love, royal betrayal, and the perilous power of scent, trust, and fate. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbHq8d5SzI0

They sent me to Haeven’s End – a decaying shithole town choked by permanent Fog – to find out why five government investigators vanished. Should’ve been simple. Uncover the rot beneath the surface, write the exposé, collect my paycheck. Fuck the countryside. Fuck the Fog that tastes like static and moves wrong. Fuck the locals with their rehearsed lies and eyes that slide away like oil. But this town… it’s got teeth buried deep. That Fog ain’t weather. It’s hungry. The church with its spire like a stone knife? Murals that itch behind your eyes? And the silence… Christ, the silence weighs more than the mist. They told me the investigators finished their work and left. Bullshit. Something ancient sleeps here, wrapped in grey. Something that watches. Now the static’s in my blood. The whispers make sense. And the Fog? It knows my name. Truth’s my trade, but some truths crack your world open and let the dark pour in. Finding out why they vanished might cost more than my story. It might cost what’s left of me. Welcome to Haeven’s End. Don’t stay after curfew.

Death by Truck-kun? Too mainstream. I died choking on my own laughter during a late-night comedy rerun. Pathetic? Yes. Fitting for someone who gave up on life halfway through university and became a full-time couch potato? Also yes. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the afterlife—or if I was, it had a suspicious amount of baby talk and clean diapers. I was reincarnated... as an infant. No powers. No memories of my new name. Just chubby cheeks and existential dread. But the real horror? I slowly realized I was now living inside one of those cliché romance novels I absolutely despised. You know the type: cold-hearted king meets brave commoner girl, falls in love, political chaos ensues, blah blah gag me with a spoon. I read it. I hated it. And now? I think I’m in it. And not as the heroine. Or the villain. Or even the funny sidekick. No—I'm just some background baby who probably gets held once, then vanishes from the plot forever. With no grand destiny, no cheat skills, and no idea what chapter we’re on, I’ve decided to do the only thing I was ever good at—absolutely nothing. But fate has a funny way of dragging the lazy into the spotlight… They think I’m innocent. I think this whole thing is a joke. Let's see who breaks first.

--------- In the smog-choked underbelly of a city scarred by war, Jay Boron—a veteran drowning in the spectral echoes of battle—fights a silent war against his own mind. Haunted by the death of his brother, Tom, and tormented by voices that claw at the edges of reality, Jay seeks refuge in bitter ale. But when he is contacted by an unknown person. Jay is thrust into a deadly game of survival. To uncover the truth, he must retrace his fractured history. But as the line between what he remembers and the cold reality of the truth clash together, Will the survivor still be truly him?

He grabbed my throat hard and pinned his gaze on me. I gasped, astounded, feeling as if my neck was impeded by chains. His very dim eyes intimidated me so bad I felt I could die. His chilly breath fanned my face. He was cold, his skin felt grossly cold but I felt more hurt from his grip on my neck. He was choking the life out of me, I couldn't even make a high sound as he had seemingly suppressed my vocal cords with his hold. ~~~ Princess Almira was captured into Sihasin after an enemy kingdom invaded into her home kingdom, Perston. Now a slave, she faced incredible sufferings but yet still became the fifty mistress of his royal highness, King Luther — A king so astute but yet so seemingly ruthless and sadistic. Love bloomed between them however, but with the strong need to escape and take back her father's kingdom which Luther had conquered, will she fight over her heart or let love take its lead? [NOTE: THIS IS A SLOW BURN ROMANCE BOOK (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) ]

The CEO of Seedtronics died as he lived: mid-strategy meeting, choking on a margarita laced with his own pesticides. Now, Hell’s HR department wants him. Why? Because suffering is just a P&L statement, and he’s a goddamn visionary. But when a disgruntled angel curses him with eternal abstinence—no drugs, no sex, not even a suggestive handshake—he realizes the real Hell isn’t fire… It’s blue balls and sobriety.