Priest Wally

Yan Rui was a famous actor — rich, proud, and used to being in control. One night, after filming a scene as a royal offering, he dies in a sudden accident… and wakes up in another world. Now, he’s kneeling in a real temple, tied up in red silk, surrounded by chanting priests — and facing Mo Jue, a powerful and dangerous snake demon. Mo Jue calls him “the offering.” But Yan Rui refuses to be anyone’s sacrifice. Trapped in a strange world of ancient empires, monsters, and deadly politics, Yan Rui must survive — and deal with the cold demon lord who watches him too closely. But the more they clash… the more something dangerous begins to grow between them.

Holy Pope, golden scepter. Knight King, silver embroidered bed. The one who sows wheat eats chaff, the one who weaves has no clothes. When Eve and Adam toiled, the nobles and gentlemen sat in high halls? Occupy my wife, seize my house, kill my pair of good parents! Countless heads roll, blood debts must be repaid with blood! Behead the Priests! Behead the Pope! Behead the Knights! Behead the King! Slash away all injustice, balance all the debts of grievances. We common folks are mere pigs and sheep, welcoming the Saintess to start a massacre. When the Saintess arrives, there will be no Priests! When the Saintess arrives, there will be no Kings! When the Saintess arrives, there will be no forced labor! When the Saintess arrives, there will be no taxes!

‘Is this shit actually happening to me?’ That was Kael Carter’s first reaction when he saw a bunch of priests kowtowing in front of him, worshiping him as the ‘Hero.’ For a good while, he actually thought it was just another one of his dreams, until reality hit him. It was real… He was actually summoned to a fantasy world where magic exists. A world of Beast Tamers. A world where Humans and Magic Beasts grow stronger together. A world he, as its supposed Hero, was meant to protect. His response? “Fuck no!” How was he supposed to protect an entire world when even opening a jar of pickles was like a life-or-death battle to him? He was no Hero. And to prove it, he decided to place his hand on the ‘Orb of Resonance’ that was supposed to ‘confirm his identity as the Hero.’ But then, [Ding!] He heard a sound. [Talent Awakened.] [Talent Name: Dragon Genesis] [Talent Rank: SSS Rank] [Description:] [Power to turn any beast with even the slightest trace of Dragon Blood in them into a full-grown Dragon.] ‘What in the hell…? I... I can create Dragons…?’ Kael couldn’t believe what he was seeing. In a world where Dragons were living Legends—creatures of unparalleled strength, wisdom, and power, In a world where entire Kingdoms tremble at the sight of just one Dragon. He could create… an army of them? ... AI-Generated Cover. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: SleepDeprivedSloth

In a world where darkness rises from the Abyss, monsters roam freely, and the Seven Deadly Demons of the Abyss threaten to consume all life. To protect humanity, the Creator commanded His Archangels to descend from the heavens, bestowing celestial gifts upon mankind— Arcane magics, Psychic abilities, Divine powers, Sacred relics and weapons. Generations have passed, but the ancient war is far from over. The seals that once bound the demons are weakening once more. In response, humanity established a prestigious Divine Academy to train the next generation of heroes—Adventurers who will stand against the coming evil. Among them is a girl named Klera, chosen by fate and armed with a powerful psychic amulet. As she enters the Academy, she is joined by talented, skilled, and powerful allies—Swordsmen, Marksmen, Priestesses and Priests, Mages and Psychics—each trained to face the forces of darkness. But Klera’s journey is not just about training. Along the way, she uncovers mysteries, faces deadly challenges, and discover the hidden truths behind her own destiny. The seals are cracking. The Abyss is stirring. The war between light and darkness begins again—and the fate of the world may rest in the bloodstained hands of the Archangels' final successor.

Death is inevitable—unless you seize control of fate itself. Erasmus has never believed in gods. Faith is a tool, a system to manipulate, a currency to be spent. As a priest, he preaches salvation while quietly siphoning power, turning devotion into influence, and blind belief into wealth. But when the sky fractures and the world collapses into something unrecognizable, Erasmus finds himself trapped in a realm where logic is an illusion and the unknown is alive. Here, the ground murmurs secrets. The air devours memories. The trees do not sway—but they watch. Stranded in a land where identity itself is prey, Erasmus does what he has always done: observe, adapt, and take control. But in a world that feeds on the mind before the body, ambition alone may not be enough. Something in the dark is listening. And it does not forget.

Ezra doesn’t "believe" in ghosts or supernatural. Not really. But one has cursed him. At age five, he was the only survivor of a fire that wiped out his entire family. No one could explain how he got out. Raised by a disgraced priest. Ezra has lived a quiet, calculated life never drawing attention, never taking risks, and never letting anyone in. But people around him have started dying. Mysterious, brutal, impossible deaths. Did that ghost is coming back? Forced into the occult world he’s spent his life avoiding, Ezra begins to unravel the truth of what happened that night, he finds clues pointing not just to the death of his family… but to why he was left alive.

As the most devout priest of the Holy See, Elias never imagined that he would have a forbidden love with the paladin Theron. When he first treated Theron, he discovered that the majestic knight had ancient dragon bloodline flowing through his body. When Theron's dying wound miraculously healed under the holy light of Elias, a secret tremor came from the depths of their souls at the same time. The strict discipline of the Holy See warns them, but every night Theron quietly arrives. Your holy light is calling me, Reverend. "Theron's hot breath brushed against Elias' ear. In the darkness, Elias trembled and responded, 'In the name of God... this is blasphemy...' No, "Theron's kiss burned on his neck," this is our miracle

They shattered his life. Now, he’ll break the world. Ethan had it all, until his best friend and the woman he loved betrayed him, leaving him crippled and forgotten. Three years of suffering later, he clawed his way to one final, desperate act… and the universe answered. A hidden quest. A second chance. A return to the moment everything began. Now, Ethan is back, on the eve of Ethereal’s launch, the world’s first fully immersive VR game and the battlefield where legends are forged. Last time, he played fair. This time? He’s armed with years of knowledge: every exploit, every secret quest, every broken mechanic that will let him climb straight to the top. But when he logs in, something is off. The system forces him into an unwanted class—Druid, the game’s biggest joke. The kind of class people pick as a dare and regret immediately. Yet as Ethan digs deeper, the truth shakes him. [Congratulations! You have unlocked the Divine Bloodline: King of Elves!] Ethan stared at the screen, unblinking. “…The hell?” The Druid class was a jack-of-all-trades, master of none—a scattered mess of abilities that mimicked other classes but never truly excelled. Their bear form lacked the raw defense of a proper tank. Their panther form was weaker than a rogue. Their healing fell short of a priest, and their magic couldn’t compare to a mage’s devastating spells. Most players abandoned the class early, realizing they could never compete at the highest level. And yet, Ethan’s stats are off the charts. His talents are absurd. His potential is beyond anything he’s ever seen. The system has given him something no other Druid ever had—a divine bloodline, legendary abilities, and a growth rate that defies logic. If Druids were meant to be weak, then Ethan was the exception that would rewrite history. He’s not just here to reclaim his throne. He’s here to take everything. Factions will rise. Empires will fall. The strongest will thrive, and the weak will perish. And the ones who betrayed him? They won’t live to do it again.

Ari was the most useless priest in the kingdom, a man whose faith lay at the bottom of a wine jug and in the arms of the girls at "The Silk Rose." His life of sinning and absolving is shattered when his childhood love, the glorious Templar Captain Thalassa, returns to his life. A fateful accident in ancient ruins transforms the holy maiden into a Demon Queen and her best friend into a voluptuous Succubus. Trapped, terrified, and fearing the Church's purge, Ari offers them the only way out—a plan so shameless only he could have conceived it. "You're completely insane!" Thalassa said. "Marry you? Both of us?" "It's a terrible sacrifice, I know," Ari said, his voice trembling with a contained—and completely fake—emotion as his gaze drifted again, almost by accident, to Vespera's curves. "To give up my life of... of chastity and celibacy... for your safety. To bear the burden of having two impossibly beautiful and powerful wives..." His gaze, unseen by them, lost itself for a moment in the vivid memory of the naked hologram of Vespera that had appeared just minutes before. Oh, yes, he thought to himself, maintaining his martyred expression with award-winning conviction. The sacrifice... it's going to be tough. So tough. I'll have to endure it every day and every night. What a heavy cross I must bear. Thus begins the strange double life of a priest, his Demon Queen wife, and his other Succubus wife, as they try to manage a secret dungeon, keep up appearances in town, and, above all, survive their new and chaotic marriage. [Author's Note] Welcome! This novel contains Harem and explicit sexual scenes (R-18). It is an erotic story focused on humor, power fantasy, and character dynamics. Don't look for deep meaning or strict plot consistency. Zero-Tolerance Policy: THERE WILL BE NO NTR! Ari doesn't share. Period. If you're looking for a fun adventure with a perverted protagonist, powerful demon girls, and plenty of tension... you've come to the right place. WARNING: THE PROTAGONIST IS NOT OP. DON'T BLAME ME IF HE DOESN'T MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS.

The first princess of the Cristiane Empire, Evelyn de P. la Cristiane, was a name that stirred whispers in every hall and alley of the empire—not out of admiration, but ridicule. Arrogant. Willful. Selfish. Those were the kinder words used to describe her. She shrieked at her maids for the smallest mistakes. She tore silk gowns just because she didn't like the shade. She ordered her meals to be thrown away simply because they weren’t “imperial enough.” Those who served her walked on eggshells, trembling with fear each day they woke up still assigned to the infamous Black Rose Palace. Black Rose—gilded on the outside, rotting on the inside. The palace farthest from the Imperial Heart, where warmth never reached, neither sunlight nor affection. It was where Evelyn was abandoned. The Empress had never even looked at her child. No one knew why. Throughout the empire, she was mocked and pitied. They called her "The Abandoned Princess," "The Unlucky Princess," and "The Powerless Princess." She was the object of ridicule across the empire. A royal in name only. And then one day, Evelyn tumbled down the grand staircase of her own neglected palace. A hard fall. A week-long sleep. Some thought it divine punishment, others, a mercy. But when she awoke, something was… different. The palace changed. No. Not the place. The princess. No tantrums. No smashed porcelain. No orders barked in fury. The princess who had terrorized her staff now sat quietly in her chamber, gazing out at the overgrown garden as if mourning something invisible. She sighed a lot. Didn’t speak unless spoken to—and even then, her words were slow, careful, small. She frightened her maids now, not with cruelty, but with calm. The truth was something no one could have imagined. Because the real Evelyn de P. la Cristiane was gone. In her place sat a girl with thousands of years behind her. A girl who remembered. --- She was an infinite reincarnator. Each life, each era, each world—forgotten the moment she died. Until now. The fall down the stairs had been just the right push. It shattered something open. And when Evelyn woke, she remembered everything—her countless pasts, the wars she had fought, the crowns she had worn, the magic she had wielded. --- But later, she realizes that she is actually being reincarnated into a reverse harem novel's world for thousands of years. A trashy reverse harem novel she read don't know how many years ago. A pretty setting, dramatic plots, an overly righteous heroine—and a pile of desperate male leads. Ugh. Evelyn didn’t care. Let the story play out as it wanted. Let the heroine win their hearts. Let the villains fall. She just wanted peace. Solitude. Maybe a quiet death this time. But fate, of course, laughed. --- At first, it was harmless. Soon, however, she began attracting unwanted attention. Men who were supposed to fall for the novel’s heroine began showing interest in her instead. At first, she ignored it. But as more and more of them appeared around her, even Evelyn started to feel uneasy. The heir to the Grand Duke. The captain of the Shadow Knights. The future master of the Mage Tower. The prince of a desert kingdom. A mysterious, wealthy merchant. The prince of the Elves. And it didn’t stop there. Men she didn’t even remember from the novel. Courtiers. Foreign envoys. One particularly daring priest. Even a villain character she vaguely remembered killing someone in chapter 23. They were all suddenly—unreasonably—interested. --- Evelyn: "Logically speaking, I’m far older than your ancestor’s ancestor. So could you all just go away already?" She rubbed her temple, clearly irritated. Evelyn: "I’m already tired of this whole reincarnation mess. Don’t make me remember anyone’s name—I barely remember my own."

[Warning: MATURE/R-18 Content] Noah Asford, the son of the village chief. And also, he was a reincarnator, who accidentally died by an unexpected event. Since childhood, he was always considered smart by his friends. Shortly after he turned 5 years old, Noah couldn't help but be forced to not get his talent. Once when Noah went to do his work, the village where he lived was hit by an invasion from Giant Beetles. His father and mother died, he was the only one who managed to survive thanks to the help of the system. *** Others tags: Adventure, Weak to Strong, Strong to Stronger, Killed, Level Up, Revenge, Hated Protagonist, Academy, Netori, No incest, Princess, Priest, Hero, Knight, Dragons, Demons, Magic Mana, Divinity, Skills, Rewards, Potions, Training, Hard Training, Body Enchament, Spirits, Elves, Dwarfs, Necromancer, Beast Taiming, Beasts, Dryads, World Tree, Contract Spirits, Divinity, Holy Magic, Saints, Commander, Milf, Kings, Continent, Imperials, Nobles, Kingdoms, Tournament, Rivals, Emperors, Prince, Princess, Resistance, Conflict, War, Power Level System, Longevity, Cold Protagonist, Goddess, Strong Protagonist, Childhood Friend, Raped, Masochist, Loli, Mystery, Blessing, Hero, Demon King, Ruler, Pregnancy, Threesome, Foursome, Handjob, Blowjob, Armpits, Angels, Time Paradox, Godhood Slice of Life: WPC JUNE 2024 *** Donate me: Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/dylanhusand Paypal: paypal.me/dylanhusan *** Disclaimer: the cover on this book is not mine, hope u all understand. No Plagiarisme, No Rasisme, No Cultivation, No Yuri Simp! REMEMBER! NO NTR TO ALL PROTAGONIST WOMEN!

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Notice: [1 Review = 10 Chapters] - Just write a review and I will upload the next 50 chapters in 12 Hours. - [1 Powerstone = 1 Chapter] - You can contribute by giving powerstone. - After the ‘100-Year War’ between the Necromancers and Priests, an all-time genius who’ll shake the power structure was born. “Am I a rare case or something? Do I have talent?” A potential beyond all imagination. He obtained his father’s undead army and entered the great Necromancer school of Kizen that divided the continent. Geniuses are geniuses, even when gathered among the elites. The research community was flipped on its head by the appearance of a new case. Professors wouldn’t leave him be alone, wanting to make him study directly under them. Officials from all over the kingdom and heads of organizations fidgeted over whether to scout him. “Professor! When can I make a Lich?” “Gimme a break. How talented are you? You’re crossing the line, honestly.” A genius among geniuses had appeared. ================== “Simon.” “Hm?” Lethe’s golden eyes met his. “Are we enemies?” Simon closed his eyes. “Do enemies heal each other?” “I’m serious,” she muttered. “One day, I’ll be a saint. You, a corps commander. Then... we’ll have to kill each other. Or lose someone important.” She looked away. “That’s fate. So—” “It’s not fate. Just your thoughts,” Simon interrupted with a small smile. “Even as adults, we can still meet, laugh, treat wounds. I believe that future exists.” His voice grew firm. “Let’s focus on now—and do everything we can to prevent that future.” Lethe was quiet, then stood with a soft smile, removing her robe. “I’ll fight. You take care of the rest.” Simon rose. “Leave it to me.” [Fantasy Novel by SALVO. Released by Mr. Thousand]

"Should I Save the World or Start the Apocalypse? what the fuck is wrong with this class?" ----- With the descent of the apocalypse and the emergence of the Tower upon the world, humanity was pushed to the brink of extinction — but with the help of something that called itself the Mother System, they managed to survive. At the age of 16, teenages can go through the Awakening process and gain a class, allowing them to fight against Beasts Of Corruption and protect the world from them and the dungeons. Daniel hadn’t even Awakened… More precisely, he was labeled as talentless. His only concern was protecting his genius sister. Until one day, during a dimensional break, he sacrifices his life to save her… And on the edge of death, a new Awakening begins. [The Mother System has sensed your will.] [Awakening begins.] [Awakening successful.] [Class Name: The Fallen Priest] [Rank: SSS] [Innate Talent: Blood of God] The blood running through his veins now belongs to a god. And with that blood, he can control any living being. Not only that but he also can copy their talents ... The one who was once mocked by everyone… Now even the legendary dragons, known as the strongest race in the Tower, bow before him and follow his will. ----- Notes : - please read author's review before reading the novel - 100 Golden tickets = One bonus chapter - 500 Power Stones = One bonus chapter

Eldralore is a continent bleeding from a thousand wounds. Eighty years ago, the great empire fell, shattered into dust and memory. In its place stands a fractured land ruled by petty lords, power-hungry dukes, ambitious war-priests, and ruthless mercenary captains. Kingdoms rise and fall in a season. The roads belong to bandits. The temples preach fire and blood. And the common folk? They're caught in the jaws of endless war, screaming for salvation that never comes. In the midst of this chaos walks a man without land, name, or legacy. All he has is a sword and a bloodstained banner. A bastard, born to the ruins of a royal house long since burned from history. He’s no chosen one. No hero. Just a sellsword captain leading a ragged band of killers and deserters, selling their steel to the highest bidder. Cynical. Cold. Calculating. Yet sometimes, in the dead quiet between battles, there's a glimmer. Honor, perhaps. Or maybe just the ghost of who he might have been. But in a land where loyalty is bought in coin and legends are written in blood, even a forgotten bastard can become something more. A warlord. A kingmaker. Maybe even the spark that sets the world ablaze.

(Updated on Sundays and Fridays!) Professional gamer Catlen Devicast was sucked into a mysterious game she had never even heard of before! Initially, she had obviously chosen to play as a beautiful noble daughter with sick psychic skills, but could someone tell her why she had suddenly become a boss?! That wasn’t even a playable character, it was an NPC! With no choice but to pass all the levels for a chance to return to the real world, Catlen tightened her belt and became very decisive! It was no big deal, wasn’t it just a game? What kind of games hadn’t she played before! Unexpectedly, while completing missions— Swashbuckler: “You treacherous siren! How dare you seduce me with your deadly siren song that’s like the sweet waters of a forbidden spring gushing from the silken lips of a celestial maiden! Die!” Catlen: “I am literally just standing here. We haven’t even said hello.” Becoming infamous and being hunted in the Earth Domain? Fine, she’d go to the Sky Lake above the clouds! Priest: “You wicked villain! How dare you deliberately destroy the fossil of our Heavenly Protector Beast! Everyone knows that it can’t touch water or else it will melt! Pay with your life!” Catlen: “Waaaah! I swear it was an accident, I thought it was a decorative fountain!” Being branded a heretic everyone wanted to sacrifice as a peace offering to an angry sky deity? Then she’d just flee to the Enchanted Woods! Bard: “Not-so-fair maiden, why are you so dirty, pathetic, and sad in this beautiful woodland garden?” Catlen: “People keep wanting to kill me, but I’m a good siren, I swear! Those bad things I did were all accidents!” Bard: “What?! You wouldn’t happen to be that very infamous terrorist, would you? Death to you, oh woeful harbinger of misery!” Unexpectedly, as she levelled up, her reputation began to spread from one dome to another, until everyone in the whole world shuddered at the mere utterance of her name! Her strength grew, her minions multiplied, and she became the most powerful boss in the game! Paladin: “Everyone come quickly! If our party defeats the final boss, we can get a reward chest from the game worth one hundred thousand gold coins!” Catlen: “One hundred thousand gold coins for my, the final boss’s, head? This stupid game is cheating us both!” NPC’s were terrified of her, and online players were covetous of her head! Being the final boss, she should have been able to live however she pleased, but instead, it was just an endless cycle of running for her life!

A boy born in the slums yearned for what the world had in store. Due to the kind heart of a certain person, he could finally grasp the opportunity to do what he had dreamed of dearly. Now on an adventure, everything the world had in store was laid before his sight. The magic spells of regal mages that were as powerful as they were beautiful. The aura arts of valiant warriors, exuding strength and bravery. The holy miracles of kind priests that aimed to cure the world of its darkness. And finally... The evil crafts of sinful demons who wanted to swallow the entire world. Let us accompany the boy in his adventure in pursuing his dream to be just like the hero of the fairy tales he used to read. The series of both fortunate and unfortunate events that he was to experience. Being torn from the one he loved… Finding companions amidst the darkness… Finally reaching for the light he had long yearned for… And so much more.

Working sun up to sun down at odd jobs, this young priest has a huge heart opened to the world, But can he open up his heart to people who aren't from here? clover is a dude out of college with no where to go. he does odd jobs to keep himself afloat, volunteering at the church and orphanage in his free time. how will he react and survive from encountering beings who are from a different plane.

Ken had to kill everyone in the town. He had made a deal. So, he started. First, he killed the priest. This was the man who said Ken should be beheaded. Next was the old woman. She had cheered the loudest. Then came his friends and neighbors. He also killed the schoolteacher. She had acted like she didn't see what was happening. With each death, a glowing mark appeared on Ken's chest. Each scream made a shadow behind a curtain grow stronger. But things felt wrong. As Ken killed more people, the world around him started to break apart. Reality seemed to glitch. When he looked in a mirror, his reflection didn't move with him. The stars in the sky changed their positions. They formed an eye that just stared. Then came the final sacrifice, the last living soul: his mother.

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

They warned no one should enter Graven Hollow after dark. Isla Blackthorn didn’t listen. Still mourning the sudden death of her mother, twenty-four-year-old Isla returns to the fog-covered town of Ashmill to claim the estate she never wanted—Graven Hollow, a cursed Blackthorn legacy veiled in whispers and ancient warnings. But the moment she crosses its threshold, something awakens. Haunted by dreams and stalked by shadows, Isla discovers a sealed crypt beneath the house—and breaks an ancient blood-bound sigil that was never meant to be touched. In doing so, she frees Rael, a powerful and otherworldly being once worshipped as a prince, feared as a demon, and betrayed by the very family who summoned him. Bound for centuries beneath stone and spellwork, Rael emerges... drawn irresistibly to Isla. But Rael’s freedom comes at a devastating cost. In breaking the seal, Isla also unleashes The Marrow-Born, three unholy priests cursed to hunt the soul that awakened Rael. Their eyes are fixed on Isla. Their whispers bleed through mirrors. And they know her secret. Because Isla is no ordinary woman. She is the last of the Blackthorns—a bloodline of witches cursed by their own ambition. But within Isla lies a far deeper truth: the soul of Nahara, a woman from Rael’s past who once loved him... and doomed them both. Half light, half shadow—Isla is both a white witch of healing and a vessel for devastating darkness. As her powers begin to manifest—violent and uncontrollable—Isla must navigate a terrifying inheritance, a forgotten love, and a war between realms. While enemies gather and visions from past lives unravel before her eyes, the bond between Isla and Rael grows stronger... and more dangerous. He was bound by a vow. She was born of prophecy. And now, the Hollow demands a price. Will Isla become the Bride of the Bound One to fulfill the ancient pact? Or will the darkness within her consume them all?

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

* Judul Asli: 默读 (Mò Dú) * Judul Inggris: Silent Reading * Penulis: Priest * Genre: Danmei (Boys' Love), Misteri, Thriller Psikologis * Latar: Kota Yancheng * Karakter Utama: - Luo Wenzhou (Kepala Unit Investigasi Kriminal) - Fei Du (Pemuda cerdas dengan masa lalu kelam) Sinopsis Singkat: Kepala Unit Investigasi Kriminal Luo Wenzhou bekerja sama dengan Fei Du untuk memecahkan serangkaian kasus kriminal aneh di Yancheng, sambil mengembangkan hubungan yang kompleks.

In a city of Aztlan, a priest named Cuathli is guided by a vision to the steps of the temple of Xochipilli. There, he finds Tlacotzin—a poor street musician barely surviving by playing his flute in the city market. The priest takes the young man into the temple, where Tlacotzin discovers a new life within its sacred walls. But destiny approaches—one they may not be prepared for. New chapter every Thursday at 6:00 PM CEST. There are 4 chapters ahead on my Patreon. I invite you to my X https://x.com/MSM44autor

Rein Aster was just a herbalist farmer from a border village. A nobody. A background NPC in a story filled with prophecy and divine warfare. But by chance—or fate—he saves one of the 7 Demon Lords during a catastrophic war event. Instead of killing him, she falls for him. Obsessively. Violently. Eternally. And then… so do the others. Each Demon Lord tries to trap Rein as her personal lover/pet/priest/husband/god, building dungeons, illusion palaces, soul prisons—but Rein keeps escaping. Quietly. Cleverly. Never fully rejecting them—but never submitting, either. Why? Because Rein realizes something: The gods are worse than demons. The heroes are tyrants in shining armor. The world is collapsing—and he’s the only one they all listen to. So he hatches a plan: Use the Demon Lords’ love to take over the world. Pit them against the heroes. Unleash them on the gods. Make them fight for him. Make them kill for him. Then tame them all. Not as a king. Not as a savior. But as the lover they would burn the world for. __________ It's not only the Demon lords who are a part of the harem. The yanderes here are darker than what you might be used to. You have been warned The entire novel has a dark lore feel. Atleast read the first two minor arcs Slow **Weak to Strong**

In a world where science crushed magic in a 450-year war, the Alheim Federation of Styxx reigns supreme. Powered by the god of steam and innovation, the Federation’s mana-fueled technology—floating cities, anti-magic barriers, and steel golems—makes them unstoppable. The Katri continent, once a battleground, is now their empire, the largest and most advanced of the twelve continents. But after 200 years of exile, the magical nations unite, sparking a rebellion to reclaim their place in the world. As war spreads across continents, Levin Moracle, a high-ranking Federation noble, grapples with loyalty and morality, while Cruise, a girl blessed by a witch goddess, emerges as a symbol of defiance. While the world fractures in war, a forgotten threat awakens in the shadows—a void consuming the land, promising annihilation beyond imagination. As magic, science, and faith collide, Levin and Cruise must confront their destinies in a battle not just for supremacy, but for survival itself. In a world torn between progress and tradition, innovation and regression, truths and falsehoods, the fate of Magic, science and all that lives hangs by a thread Updates will be 3 chaps a week for now

"Your fate has been decided. You knew this when you made that decision years ago. The only way out for your family is for your son to marry the Daughter of Destiny. Only her fate is strong enough to save your lineage," the priest said. "Then we must find this Daughter of Destiny," the king declared. After committing many evil deeds, a dying king tries to save his family from the wrath of heaven. He had defied heaven once, and he was confident he could do it again. Anastasia, the unflavoured daughter of Duke Thompson, becomes the prey whose good fortune will be used to save the royal family. Would he succeed?? Find out!! Image credit goes to ImagineArt generator

When Caelum Valenhart dies in the modern world, he wakes up in the body of a disgraced noble in a medieval empire. No magic. No cheat skills. No swordsmanship. In a world where nobles rule through blood and blade, Caelum builds power with coin and contracts. He feeds starving provinces, manipulates markets, buys loyalty, and rewrites the rules of nobility—one deal at a time. But the higher he rises, the more enemies take notice. Can he build an empire of silver in a world that only respects steel? Or will kings, knights, and priests crush the one man who dares to challenge them without ever lifting a sword? Money is his weapon. The realm is his market. The throne? Negotiable.

“The least a person born into this world can do is take care of themselves.” “I’m no one’s hero.” All I want is a peaceful life—a life where I can sit around doing jackshit. I, Sigurd, refuse to be a martyr. The village’s safety? My ass! They can all burn for all I care—my only obligation is to myself and myself alone. That’s why I ran. I’ll run as far as my legs can take me. I won’t let them throw me in that pit with those monsters. I’ll tame a beast of my own choosing. Ambition? I don’t have any. You want compassion? Then tough shit. If selfishness is a virtue, then I’m a goddamn priest!!

“If God loved you so much, he wouldn’t have put you against me.” … In the present of this age’s fantasy, what the world needs is not a hero but a priest working part time as a Necromancer. Healing by the day, hunting dark mages by the night, presenting you, Elios, the guy who will solve all your problems by any means as long as you pay him the right. A demon is haunting you? Call Elios. The guards aren’t accepting bribes? Call Elios. Your toilet ain’t getting flushed? Call Elios. There are no limitations to what you can ask. As long as there is a right price, everything is possible. Our dependable priest is capable of any and everything. Ah! Though there is one thing you can never ask him to do. Children. You can’t ask him to hurt them. And perhaps you should never mention anything related to that as well. Or else… Even death would be mercy. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen..