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The new book【Addicted to the Demon CEO's Kiss】is out now, please support~ 【Supremely Sweet and Adorable Pampering Story】Imperial City is in an uproar because the Little Overlord, Ou Zun, has become a devoted husband. When they were engaged, she ran away, but was later caught. He roared angrily, "I've provided for you, given you my heart and soul, and you still run away?" She fidgeted with her small hands, her cheeks rosy, "You're too good to me, I can't repay you." "Devote yourself to me." Upon hearing this, she couldn't contain her joy, "I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time!" Everyone knew, Mù Qiānxún was the apple of Ou Zun's eye. He was so gentle with her, afraid the warmth of his mouth might melt her, and worried the air might freeze her. He even kept her tied to his belt, bringing her everywhere he went.

The Red Dragon came from the vast wild wastes, coveting all the strength in the world. It once had countless titles: Mountain's Wrathful Flame, Infernal Calamity, Crimson Emperor, Ashen Dragon...... The world trembled under the shadow of the giant dragons. He stirred up the craze of the magic industrial revolution; in the empire he established, Wyverns roared, artillery fired in unison, and steel beasts appeared in the sky and on the land, while disasters from another world rampaged everywhere. "Submit, or die." Cassius spread his wings, blotting out the sun, and gazed down at the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves below, saying thus. ...... It is a story about a Red Dragon with a player template conquering, ruling, and transforming an alternate world. (Pseudo of DnD, The Fourth Calamity, Red Dragon)

Overnight, young Ye Zhen suddenly discovered he had acquired a strange new ability! The meaningless cries of animals and insects in the mountains entering his ears began to sound quite different. "Quick, brother," squeaked the mouse brothers, "the treasure in the back hill that can make us grow dozens of times in size is about to drop, let's go!" A swarm of mosquitoes buzzed, "Those two guys are here again, brothers, let's get them and have a feast!" A Cloud Winged Young Tiger faced Ye Zhen and let out one fearsome roar after another, "Mommy's not home, don't come any closer, come any closer and I'll eat you!" Everything changed because of this!

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The ordinary youth lacked the exceptional talents of his peers, yet he possessed a shocking heritage, bearing a mysterious bloodline and harboring the spirit of the Evil Dragon. A deadly incident caused the youth to fuse with the Evil Dragon's memories and his Martial Soul, his divine might shaking the heavens! The dormant dragon was startled awake, its roar shaking a thousand mountains.

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?" An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar. I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal. Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

Feng Zhaoyun—just as his name suggests, the only time he might’ve looked even remotely ugly was probably when he was still in his mother’s womb. The only misfortune in his life? Growing up without knowing who his parents were. But that didn’t matter, because luck had always been on his side. His life went so smoothly, so absurdly well, that he never once needed help from anyone. He once thought his life would continue like that—easy and boring—all the way to the end. Until one day, he saved a drowning child… and was dragged away by the river himself. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different world, in a completely different body… Heavens! Was this the universe making up for his twenty years of monotony? Finally, a little chaos! He was moved to tears! “What?! I have to share a body with someone else?! Since when did transmigration systems become this stingy?! Crossing into another world and I don’t even get a body of my own?! Where are my human rights?!” Feng Zhaoyun roared in fury. The system coldly tossed a script at him: “Complete the mission faster, and you’ll get your body faster.” “Get out of my body!” A bone-chilling voice rang from the young man who now shared a body with him, hatred dripping from every syllable—he looked like he wanted to split Feng Zhaoyun’s soul in half with a single slash. Feng Zhaoyun just chuckled: “Hehe.” He happily embraced the chaos. Unfortunately… someone else clearly wasn’t enjoying it as much. Little did Zhaoyun know, this “twist” was only the beginning… . . . There are countless people who want to bring me down... But luck has always stood with me!

Dreams? Visions? Real or Fantasy? Lei Jin truly couldn't tell at all. He was constantly haunted by vivid, unsettling visions of another reality – a realm of boundless spiritual energy, terrifying beasts, and cultivators who defied the heavens. Were they dreams? Madness? Frankly the answer to those questions...Lei Jin didn't care at all. He had no problems with modern earth and lived average life. But there was always something in him, a craving for more, far more than what modern earth can provide for him. He craved transcendence, a life beyond the ordinary, and was willing to risk everything. Then came the storm. Multi-colored lightning, a phenomenon unknown to his world, tore the sky apart, each thunderclap a primal roar. And it was this storm of where his visions were leading him to. Struck by this lightning and persisting to life like an madman, Lei Jin soon woke up to a new world. It was real. The visions were true! This was a world where limitless possibilities shone, where a single step could lead to violent death, but where ultimate freedom seemed just a touch away. Why didn't the lightning kill him? Why is he specifically given these visions? Questions swirled, but one truth burned brighter than any other: this world, with its ancient sects, tyrannical geniuses, and hidden conspiracies, would soon know the terror of lightning.

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] Georgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Her longtime billionaire boyfriend proposed marriage, promising protection and financial freedom. But everything was shattered in an instant. Her brother’s tragic death at sea was initially pinned on a disgraced ship captain. Then, the case was closed and declared a drunken accident, but the wounds never healed on either side. Georgia was left to pick up the pieces: Left with an orphaned niece, a dying family business, and dealing with the angry people whom her father and brother owed money that was used to revive their agency… in fear. To make things worse, she was pushed overboard into the midnight sea before her wedding. 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. Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He is 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, and despite his hunger for her, 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… Don’t tell anyone you found me… Someone tried to kill me…” His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?” Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough. “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 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 like a vengeful sea witch. Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

Welcome to the city of Prime, where the water tastes like gas and the air smells like burnt rubber. Out here, the stories are written by skid marks. Discover a world behind roaring engines, where every loyalty is a debt unpaid and every favor is a fuse burning out. If you got a fast car and faster friends, you might make it. If not, you'll be stripped down for parts before you get a chance to hit the throttle. Dive deep into the lair of Don Julio, king of Prime's common folk, alongside rookie cop Ryan Trejo, as he goes undercover into the back alleys of Prime, where the legal street racing culture has become a front for smuggling routes, black market deals and illegal car mods.

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

[You have just awakened your first dragon: SSS-Rank Fire Dragon.] Drahon was born with dragon-like horns,and because of that, his parents abandoned him at an orphanage. Mocked, bullied and branded a freak. He never knew where he truly belonged. Until one day, while serving punishment, he stumbled upon a mysterious egg… A dragon egg that opened a portal and led him into The Dragon Game. [You have summoned an SSS-Rank Demon Dragon.] [You have evolved your SSS-Rank Primordial Frost Dragon into a Multi Fire-Frost Dragon.] [Upgrading Fire-Frost Dragon Roar ×10...] Bond with dragons and summon them in battle? Of course. All will be SSS-Ranked. Draconic skills? Master them. Monster bosses? Shatter them. Half-dragon, half-monster abominations? Burn them. Mandatory roleplaying? Absolutely. Rule over kingdoms, command medieval armies, and go to war. Enemies? They’re just EXP. For Drahon, this isn’t just a game. It’s redemption. It’s the chance to become more than the horned freak they left behind— To become [Dragon Lord.]

“Brother, you are a disgrace to our empire!” the Emperor roared, his voice echoing in the throne room. “You drown yourself in wine while your niece, the brightest jewel of the empire, is being courted by geniuses and kings!” Leaning lazily against a pillar, Wei Feng took a long swig from his wine jug and let out a discreet burp. “Mmm... And what’s the problem?” he replied, his voice slurred. “Those ‘geniuses’ are just noisy peacocks. And as for the jewel of the empire... she already has an owner.” Wei Feng, the Drunken Prince, the Royal Failure who renounced the throne. Everyone in the empire sees him as a useless parasite. What they don’t know is that, in the shadows, this decadent prince is building a collection of the most powerful, beautiful, and dangerous women the world has ever known. And the first piece in his collection, the most precious and forbidden, is the Crown Princess herself. “The heavens could strike me down with a thousand bolts of lightning, and the ancestors could curse my name for ten thousand years...” he whispered to her one night, his warm breath against her earlobe as her body trembled under his touch. He paused, a smile that could almost be felt in the darkness. “...and still, every second of this sin with you would be worth it. Let them call me a demon. What kind of demon wouldn’t enjoy corrupting an angel?” [Author's Note] Welcome! Prepare for a story where the empire's most underestimated protagonist proves that true power doesn't lie on a throne. What you'll find: An elite Harem. Explicit Content (R-18). A central taboo relationship (incest). (Warning: Reader discretion is advised). Zero-Tolerance Policy: NO NTR! There is no sharing here. The Harem Promise: Each heroine is a fully developed character with her own ambitions and power. They are not mere trophies. The title says it all: only Saints and Queens are accepted. If you're ready to see how a "failure" brings the world to its knees, not through war, but through conquest and seduction, then this is the novel for you.

Six years ago, Lydia Miles was betrayed by the one man she called father and thrown into the pits of ruin. To save her dying mother, she knelt before a mysterious man in the shadows. "Sir, please help me. I swear… I’ll repay you with everything I have." That night changed everything. She gave him one night. The she disappeared without a trace. Now, six years later… the once-feared Second Young Master of the Gordon family is a ghost of his former self, lying in silence with only a five-year-old child by his side. Cold, lifeless, untouchable. Until she returned. Veiled in secrets and cloaked in grace, Lydia walks into the Gordon manor, rips down the public marriage announcement, and declares before all: "I’ll marry Gordon Chase." The world laughed. "A shameless gold digger!" "A washed-up woman daring to dream!" "A widow-to-be!" But when scoundrels came knocking, she fought them off with one hand, and protected the little boy with the other. Then, just days after their mysterious marriage… The devil woke up. Eyes like frost, voice like thunder, he roared: "Who dares to touch my timid little wife?" And suddenly, the world was on its knees. CEOs, elites, even old enemies trembled as they pleaded, "Second Young Master! Please… let the Second Young Mistress forgive us!" But Lydia had her own secrets, secrets even he couldn’t predict. One night, he pinned her against the wall, voice low and dangerous: "You're so capable… Tell me, what else are you hiding from me?" She smiled sweetly. "I’m the mother of your three children." His pupils shrank. "Three?" She leaned in. "You only met one, darling. The other two… are exactly like you." She smirks. "Triplets. Congratulations, Daddy."

"I died... and died... and again and again and again," Alan roared, sitting atop a pile of corpses, arms outstretched, gesturing at the war-torn landscape filled with bodies—all his own, each killed in a different way. "Can I tell you the tale of Alan Fitzgerald?" "How his family betrayed him, how an entire nation hunted him and how he hunted them back." "All because he wasn’t blessed by those damned twelve gods." In this world, people who reach the age of 12 will undergo the ceremony called Rite of Ascension, where they'll be blessed by any of the 12 gods. Their blessings determine the future of them. Alane Fitzgerald was the first heir of the Fitzgerald dukedom. Everyone believed that he would be the next chosen champion of the Sun God. Everyone believed that; even Alane believed that. Everyone loved him and cherished him. Until. On his 12th birthday, he undergoes the Rite of Ascension. Something went wrong, clearly wrong. None of the 12 gods didn't choose him; they didn't give him champion blessings, not even common or uncommon blessings. Worse than that, he was marked as a cursed devil. He was thrown into prison by his own parents, mocked by his own younger brother, and finally he was sold as a slave. He wants revenge; he wants to kill everyone who broke him and wants to make them suffer, even the gods who mocked him, but he is powerless. Then he met something dark, which offered him revenge. Gave its own blessings to him. Rather than blessings, it's a curse, yet it'll give him a chance to kill everyone.

In a world where everyone awakens a Trait to start their cultivation, Rhys's was considered a joke: he would never age. In a world that worships raw combat power, a Trait granting eternal youth was worthless. To his powerful family, Rhys was a talentless failure, a stain on their name. With disgust, they cast him out onto the streets, leaving him with nothing. Alone and powerless, Rhys's life was shattered when he was caught in the crossfire of a terrifying battle between two god-like cultivators. Mortally wounded and left to bleed out in an alley, he faced a lonely, pathetic end. But as Rhys's vision faded and his last breath drew near, a new power roared to life within him. [Lifespan Burning System Activated] Suddenly, his useless Trait became Rhys's greatest weapon. His infinite lifespan was now the ultimate fuel source. A divine martial art that takes a genius a hundred years to master? [Consume 100 years of lifespan. Skill comprehended to Maximum Level.] A fatal wound that no healer can mend? [Consume 10 years of lifespan. Body restored to peak condition.] An ancient, unreadable text holding the world's greatest secrets? [Consume 500 years of lifespan. All knowledge unlocked and understood.] From the brink of death, Rhys rises with a burning purpose. The world saw him as trash, but now he will trade his endless years for the strength to stand above all. (Posting this on RR under pen name Unnikuttan)

Every year, the Trial World summons chosen humans to face its brutal tests—deadly monsters, unpredictable trials, and the ever-approaching calamity that threatens to wipe out entire worlds. Only by defeating the Demon God can a minor world ascend and escape destruction. Leon Kael, born into a renowned family, awakens a Divine Talent on the day of his summoning—an ability that makes him stronger with every attack he delivers. Power isn't gifted freely in the Trial World. It's earned, carved out in blood, sweat, and unrelenting battle. Armed with this mysterious talent and the drive to protect everything he holds dear, Leon steps into the world of trials where every strike brings him closer to overwhelming strength. The path ahead is paved with bloodshed, glory, and the roar of defiance. If the gods must be attacked to survive—then let them bleed.

Chen Mang transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic world. In this world, corpse tides roam freely and death lingers everywhere. Survivors must become train captains, upgrading and reinforcing their trains by collecting minerals and other resources in order to avoid the undead hordes and survive. Otherwise, they become slaves under other train captains, living under others' roofs. Every train's "vehicle parts" has a level cap, and each upgrade improves its effect. However, the birthmark Chen Mang was born with gives him the unique ability to upgrade vehicle parts without any limit. When he raises several white-grade parts — like "bladed wheels" and "drills", which are scorned by other captains — to level hundreds, he realizes he has already become invincible in this world. From that moment on— A colossal train armed to the teeth with hundreds of carriages begins to roar through the apocalyptic wasteland. “In this world, there are only two kinds of people.” “Train captains, or slaves.”

“Attention, everyone,” The reporter's voice cut through the air on the television and radio. “A severe thunderstorm with extreme lightning will hit the city tonight. The metrological department predicts that this lightning is likely to produce a high-power outage. Please, everyone, stay indoors and avoid unnecessary travel. Be safe.”  Within a few minutes, the warning became a reality. A massive lightning strike split the sky with a loud roared lasting for few minutes. Everyone in the house squeezed their eyes shut, clamping their hands over their ears in primal fear.   Then, just as suddenly, everything went blank--- Not just the lights, but all sensation, leaving only a profound darkness and death silence.  When their eyes opened, everything seemed dark, no buildings, no vehicles, no familiar faces--- only the towering trees of a dense forest surrounded them.    Before the confusion could completely overwhelm them.  The beam of light flashed in the dark, and an AI automatic voice announced: “Welcome to Game of Earth Signs”. "The Game Arena: Earth Signs " story based on psychological thriller and survival. 250+ people are trapped in a deadly arena, forced to survive terrifying challenges based on Water, Air, Fire, Sky, and Land, including puzzles, riddles, memory tests, and brutal physical trials.

Don't let yourself get swept off your feet by this cowboy. The son of Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira, the most legendary cowboy of all time, and Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira, the worlds richest man, Buck Danilo Taylor-Pereira is the reason heartbreak country music is written with his gorgeous dimples and panty dropping smile he will have you swooning within seconds. No one can escape his charm and his new young personal assistant is no different. What will Danilo do when everything in his head screams no but his heart roars yes. Will the cowboy follow in his fathers' footsteps or bring a new level of drama to a family known for chaos? Book Two of the 'His' series. Follow Book one, His Cowboy for the beginning of one of the most legendary relationships of all time!

Introduction to The King of Eternity: When reborn at the turning point of fate, Jiang Nan seizes the chance to rewrite everything. In his past life, he struggled to rise amid the world's cataclysm, only to perish at the hands of nine Realm Lords. This life, armed with star-level combat experience and cultivation memories, he steps from a senior year classroom into a world on the brink of upheaval. The doomsday scene—roaring ancient beasts, emerging sects, and surrounding extraterrestrial beings—already looms. Yet he aims not just to seize spiritual fruits and treasures first, but to mend regrets: protect his sworn brother, find his lost love, and crush all enemies with invincible might. From the Body Tempering Realm to the Qi Control Realm, from Earth to the stars, he will temper his divine physique with the Heavenly Heart Technique and discern secrets through the Nameless Heavenly Book. Let all realms witness: this life, he shall be the Supreme God-King reigning over and eternity!

“They were never meant to meet.” He was chaos, bound in skin. She was light, born to obey. He walked among mortals for centuries, hiding behind empires, sins, and charm. She came to Earth for a mission. Silent. Watchful. Pure. But all it took was one moment. A single touch. A flicker of something neither of them understood. And in that instant… He took her grace. She stole his mark. The balance shattered. Heaven roared. Hell recoiled. And the world tilted just slightly off its axis. Now, the angel bears a demon’s scar. The demon glows with celestial light. And the war they never asked for is already in motion. All because of a forbidden crossing— A love that rewrote the rules. Now… nothing is sacred. Not even the divine. --- The room was silent. Sterile. White. Too white. Not the white of purity, but the cold, soulless kind that hummed beneath fluorescent lights and stank of antiseptic. Somewhere deep inside private medical wing, behind three layers of biometric locks, Abaddon stood alone in front of a floor-length mirror. His once black eyes were now a piercing, iridescent silver — unsettling in their calmness. His skin, once laced with ancient scars, now glowed faintly, like the after-burn of celestial fire. But he still wore black. He still moved like smoke. And on his wrist — where the inverted cross used to burn like a curse — now sat a thin, radiant upright cross that pulsed with divine energy. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. Something was wrong. Terribly, impossibly wrong. A soft rustle behind him. The sheets moved. He turned. Purity was waking up on the medical bed — face pale, long hair tangled in every direction, her lips slightly parted as she sat up groggily. But her presence… wasn’t the same. Her skin had lost its glow — replaced by a pallid, shadow-touched hue. Her once pristine robes clung to her in darker shades, and when she looked up at him… her pupils flickered. Not white. Not gold. Red. Abaddon moved before she could speak. In one motion, his hand clamped around her neck — not choking, but stopping her. Lifting her off the bed like a paper doll. His voice was ice: “What did you do?” Purity’s feet dangled above the floor. She didn’t fight — just blinked, her lips trembling with something dangerously close to guilt. The room was deathly still. Only the heart monitor beeped softly in the background. Then— The door burst open. A blinding surge of celestial wind swept through the room, flaring papers, rattling the IV stand. Abaddon didn’t look. He didn’t need to. With a grunt of fury, he threw Purity aside like trash — her body crashing against the mirror. Glass shattered, raining down around her as she hit the ground hard. Silence. She coughed. Slowly sat up amid the shards, blood pooling from a cut on her shoulder. But her voice — it didn’t tremble. It didn’t beg. Just quiet. And full of the storm she'd never meant to start. “I can explain.”

ln the Higher Realm. {Ehhh! It’s started?} an entity exclaimed. {Yeah, but like, what the hell—she gave the golden finger to him? Of all people, someone useless and a scheming bastard?} another shot back, clearly not having it. {Someone Immediately Stop him he's corrupting the system!} An entity roared before they could even get ready for see how had had been chosen! ___On Earth. [System Integration... 1% A wicked grin spread across his face. This was his chance—a chance to do something no one in those web novels and mangas and animes had ever done. To corrupt the system! minute later.... [System integration... 85%...] [System integration... 99%...] [Integration complete!] It ran one last time... "Did I succeed?" And so the journey started. ____ https://discord.gg/yw9fR6a6

He was the most inconspicuous boy in the orphanage, but in despair he awakened the ancient wolf bloodline! His sister died tragically, his adoptive parents revealed their true colors, and sixteen-year-old Liam awakened in blood and tears. Seven ancient wolf souls are sleeping in his body, each of them has the power to destroy the world! What shocked him even more was that a mysterious system appeared in his mind: [Goddess of Luck Strategy System has been activated] [Mission: Collect six lucky goddesses] [Reward: Supreme Creation Divine Power] From an innocent girl on campus to a gang boss's daughter of fighting genius; From a cool and beautiful university professor to a powerful business woman; From a rising star in the political arena who holds great power, to a mysterious killer in the dark... When wolf souls roar, when beauties are everywhere, when the empire rises. How will the boy choose between love and hate? Will you become the creator of a new world, or the terminator that destroys everything?

Beneath New York’s night lies a commercial empire forged by a man named Cain. He is a Wall Street tycoon who bends fortunes at will, the youngest billionaire on Forbes. His stern features and ruthless tactics inspire awe in all, yet no one knows this man—perched atop the pyramid—succumbs to an ancient curse each full moon: transformed into a silver-eyed werewolf, he teeters between desire and reason. When Mila, an ordinary art curator, stumbles into his world, she is like an unexpected ray of light, piercing the walls of wealth and coldness Cain has built. His primal urge screams to claim this light as his own; the wolf’s possessiveness roars in his veins, yet the curse’s shadow holds him back. As the fangs of family enemies draw near, as business rivals’ schemes unfold, and as Mila’s safety stirs his most primal protectiveness, Cain is forced to confront his dual identity. Will he use human power to shield her, or let the wolf within tear down every obstacle? In the tug of desire and restraint, in the clash of wealth and wildness, this man—king by day, beast by night—will learn: true control lies in bowing to one person. And that ray of light in his life may just be the key to breaking the curse. This is the story of a billionaire werewolf, taming his wildness through love.

He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette as if releasing his soul. The ember dimmed, but the fire in his chest roared louder. “How did I become this chained to you?” he murmured, his voice hollow. “Like shackles on my heart… How does one leave when they were imprisoned in someone’s love? How did I, so cautious and aware, fall victim to you? And how does one heal from wounds carved by the one they trusted?” There was no reply. Just the silence of her gaze, fleeing from his. “Tell me,” he whispered, “how do I rip you from my chest when you’ve rooted yourself like a rose among thorns—cutting me every time I try to let go? I bleed when I forget you, I break when I hate you. What kind of curse is this? And now you ask for forgiveness… Tell me—will forgiveness teach me how to forget?” She blinked away tears, her voice trembling like a confession: “I hurt you… and I hurt myself too. Your wounds burn inside me like fire. Let me heal them. Let me give you my soul, fill your heart with a love that honors you, that redeems me. I’ll erase the pain with tenderness, heal you with my beauty, my cunning… I killed you, I know. Let me bring you back to life.” He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. Harshly, he barked: “Then bow.” She bowed, voice soft, eyes lowered. “And here I am, my love… I bow before your heart, in surrender. Will you forgive me now?” A wicked smile curled on his lips. “Stab my heart,” he said coldly. “Ask for forgiveness. Wish for death. Because my forgiveness… is fire. And in it, you shall burn.”

It's a story about ENZO, an alpha, and TIARA, a luna (she doesn't know that she's actually a werewolf). "Now it's time for punishment little girl" Enzo said and threw tiara on his shoulder and walked out of the room. "No one is allowed to talk with her. If anyone goes against me, get ready for the consequences", Enzo warned the whole college. "Please take this money and runaway from here...... I'm sorry sweetheart, please forgive me", Tiara found a letter. As she was still processing what she had just read, a group of men wearing black barged into her house and kidnapped her. "You will be maid for my son from now on, but don't worry, I'll take care of your studies until you get a job", a man who sat on king's chair declared. "I'm not feeling good, get the hell out of here" Enzo roared on the tiara. "Didn't you say my mate died right after you gave birth? I myself buried her delicate body with my own hands, then why do I feel bonds around this girl named Tiara? " Enzo questioned a couple. "Don't worry, she can't be awakened unless we lift that spell", Someone assured another werewolf. "Why did you do that, dad? You ruined my entire life. Am I not your child?" Tiara cried.

Kilin, the world-renowned K-pop idol, lives a life of dazzling lights, roaring fans, and relentless expectations. But behind the glamour, he struggles with loneliness and the pressure to be perfect. Naina, a free-spirited girl from the USA who grew up in Korea, has never been one to chase fame—until fate intertwines her life with Kilin’s in the most unexpected way. When a chance encounter brings them together, Kilin finds solace in Naina’s sincerity, and she discovers a side of him the world never sees. As their bond deepens, so do the challenges—scandals, jealous rivals, and the ever-watchful eyes of the media threaten to tear them apart. In a world where love is a risk and fame is fleeting, will Kilin and Naina’s story shine bright, or will it fade away like a falling star?

A deafening howl tore through the battlefield. The Octopus monster rose from the rubble, its soulless black eyes filled with madness. Olivia could barely stand. Her team was on the brink of death. And then… something moved. The tiny snake sank his fangs into the Bowolf’s cores. A surge of energy exploded. Wings of pure fire unfurled, its golden eyes blazed. A dragon had risen. But one fatal mistake… He fell. Something inside Olivia snapped. A roar ripped from her throat as flames consumed her. The sky cracked apart, and then… [SYSTEM WARNING!] [The Fire of Chaos has been activated.] [Continued use will lead to destruction] But Olivia wasn’t stopping. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thirty years ago, the world ended.  Unknown monsters descended upon the earth, plunging it to ruins. But with the destruction came a blessing or rather a curse.  The System. Now, humans wield superpowers, battling the creatures that threaten their existence. The last survivors formed factions, fighting to stay alive. But survival is a cruel game of fate. Every year, the system selects a group of unwilling teenagers  by lottery- to fight, to die. Olivia never asked for any of this. Betrayed by her family, forced to fight, she was left for dead. Until fate intervened. Until she met him. Little White, the small, snake-like creature at her side, is hiding secrets far greater than she imagined. When death closed in, his truth unraveled, along with something even darker inside Olivia—power, overwhelming and untamed. The Fire of Chaos is burning inside her, and if she doesn’t learn to control it…. She’ll destroy everything. Survival is just the beginning. The real war is yet to come.

In a war-torn empire where power corrupts absolutely, seven broken warlords branded as monsters must defy their past to forge a future worth redeeming. Once feared as "The Ghost Tigers"—Zhang Wei’s brutal enforcers—Kalima Chileshe (Hellfire Incarnate), John Mwanabeti (The Golden Fist), and their brothers-in-arms unleashed devastation across the Jade Expanse. Kalima’s flames razed villages. Chisangalalo Zulu’s breath poisoned rivers. Vincent Kabonde twisted flesh into abominations. But when the warlord they served turns their affinities against their own families, they shatter their chains, becoming hunted outcasts with blood on their hands and empires on their trail. Haunted by the ashes of Frost Moon Province—a genocide Kalima can never undo—the Ghost Tigers are consumed by a desperate chase: to escape their sins, control their cursed gifts, and find a peace that feels forever out of reach. Their only anchors are the love of spouses they were forced to abandon: - Kalima’s healer wife, Mei Lin, whose faith in his humanity is fading. - John’s fierce swordsmith wife, **Hana, imprisoned for defying Zhang Wei. - Zulu’s herbalist wife, **Lihua**, dying from the toxins he once weaponized. Their quest leads them to the **"Breath of Heaven"**—an ancient philosophy teaching control over their destructive affinities. With this fragile hope, they unite with rebels and clans to build **"The Sanctuary"** in the poisoned Mourning Moss Swamp, transforming their powers into tools of healing: - Kalima’s fire now warms forges. - Zulu’s breath purifies blighted land. - Vincent’s bone-warping mends wounds. But Zhang Wei’s vengeance is relentless. He creates monstrous Serpent’s Teeth" soldiers and poisons the empire’s wells, blaming the Ghost Tigers. Facing annihilation, they make a final stand—not with fire and fury, but with irrefutable truth. Risking everything, they expose Zhang Wei’s atrocities to the Imperial Court, culminating in a celestial aurora over the capital—a beacon of their restraint and redemption. In the aftermath, the Ghost Tigers achieve the impossible: Reunite with their spouses against all odds. Cleanse the land they once poisoned. Build a sanctuary where affinity-bearers and refugees find hope. Force the empire to acknowledge their humanity. Years later, the Ghost Tigers stand not as warlords or monsters, but as guardians of the Sanctuary—a thriving city born from ashes. Kalima and Mei Lin heal beneath blossom trees where infernos once roared. John and Hana teach children to forge swords into plowshares. Vincent and Jia mend broken bones and broken pasts. Their scars remain, but their measure is finally taken in lives saved, not lives erased. "We chased shadows... and found our light not in hiding, but in building this." — Kalima Chileshe, Sanctuary Dawn