Snarled Jinn

꧁༺ £¥$ ༻꧂ "Yes, I've struck gold!" Richard, a middle-aged World Bank analyst turned hobo, encounters a genie—an ancient myth in the modern world. Fallen from glory, he wishes for wealth. Long past his prime, he wishes to regress in time; To the peak of his youth To be armed with knowledge of the future. Cunning, he even wishes the genie free, hoping to gain its favor. Yet the genie grins maniacally as it grants his wish. "F*ck, I've been tricked," he snarls, knuckles bleeding as he realizes where he is. Mundus—a parallel world to Earth, where countless dimensional gates bring both danger and opportunity. A modern-fantasy hybrid world where "Raiders" awaken supernatural abilities to combat threats from these gates. In a world where power outweighs wealth, Richard is rich... but powerless. Endowed with riches as vast as a nation's treasury, he forges his own path—buying what should have been impossible: the power of an Awakened. Here, his wealth becomes his magic as he awakens a unique class: Moneymancer. It seems he has everything figured out. His boundless fortune is enough to challenge fate itself. Yet the genie still grins—an eerie glint in his eyes—as he watches the pawn move across a universal chessboard…

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

[ Mature Audience Only (Dark Fantasy Romance) ] The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.

[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] "Then let's dissolve our mate bond and reject each other! That way, you can make Claire your official Luna!" Addison's chest rose and fell violently, her breaths ragged with fury. "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface. ... Because they never truly tried to understand each other, their relationship was filled with misunderstandings. Zion, blinded by his petty pride and desire for revenge, refused to defend himself. He wanted Addison to pay for what he believed she owed him, but that very resentment became his own downfall. Addison, on the other hand, couldn’t wait forever for him to let go of his hatred and pain. She was ready to walk away. But when she finally disappeared from his world, Zion lost his mind. He turned his own pack upside down in a desperate bid to avenge the abuse and torture she had suffered. Yet it was too late—she was gone. And worst of all, he never had the chance to tell her the truth: the pup in the other woman's belly wasn’t his. He couldn’t openly reveal it either, because that woman held a special status they couldn’t afford to offend. Zion had sent Addison away to protect her from being killed, but his pride had cost him everything. Hurting her became his greatest regret—one that overshadowed even the death of his father, the former Alpha. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Their paths crossed once again. And then, Zion saw her. No, them. Addison had a son. No—she had sons. There was another one. Regret clawed at him. He had once taunted her, wanting to break her, but now all he wanted was to make amends—to reclaim the family he had lost. But how? The gap between them was wider than ever. She wasn’t someone he could simply walk up to anymore. Would he ever get the chance to fix what he had broken? Or would Addison choose the mate her father, the Alpha King, had picked for her? After all, she wasn’t just anyone—she was the Alpha King’s only daughter, destined to be the first female Alpha King in history.

Zeo Arasil, a young shepherd from the village of Kurua, lived a simple life with the woman he loved. But everything changed one night, in a remote cave, when he received a divine mission from a radiant being he had never seen before. In the world of Blue Star, where the human realm and Azzaleth (the world of the Jinn) intersect, Zeo is thrown into a whirlwind of fate that was never meant to be his. Branded a heretic, abandoned by his people, and even losing his wife, Zeo is exiled from his own village. With a wounded heart and a mysterious glyph burned into his back, he begins his journey as an adventurer, traversing lands teeming with Beast Monsters, Jinn, and humans who cannot be trusted. But survival is not his only mission—he must protect the spiritual balance of the world, before the cracks between dimensions tear everything apart.

So picture this: you wake up in a rusty, beetle-shaped contraption sliding sideways across a murder-dune in a place called Scarragon. Your shoulder is basically shredded toast, your memory's fuzzy, and there’s absolutely no customer service in sight. That was Grahilo’s morning. Then things got weird. After limping through the desert like a very angry tumbleweed, he spots a glowing green orb chilling in the sand like it’s waiting for a meet-cute. The orb hypnotizes him. Forces him to swallow it. Cue excruciating cosmic body reboot. There’s screaming, convulsing, and then—boom. New upgrade unlocked: silver hair, neon eyes, and gamma veins that look like someone installed a nuclear reactor in his circulatory system. After that? He tests out his fancy powers. Accidentally punches the ground so hard it opens an ancient ruin. Then he raises his hand and materializes a black dagger with green runes and “probably haunted” vibes. Grahilo officially levels up from "lost desert guy" to "walking superhero origin story." Kirigaar, the city that kicked him out like last season's leftovers? They’re about to regret that. Grahilo vows to leave Scarragon completely and start fresh in a new country. One small problem: the country is dealing with portal chaos. Monsters, energy signatures, things that snarl and break physics. Naturally, Grahilo decides to join the local defense force. And while he might not understand the rules, he’s got glowing eyes, punch magic, and void daggers. He’s the guy they didn’t ask for—but might just need. Expect mystical relics, combat training, teammates who aren’t sure if he's a threat or a miracle, and one gamma-born outcast rewriting his fate with every sarcastic thought and every step forward.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING!!: These people be getting freaky in the sheets! "You think I haven’t noticed your eyes on me?" Kai En's voice was dangerously low, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "The way they linger— you can’t decide whether to kill me or kiss me. Am I right, little alpha?" ... For as long as Jun could remember, vengeance had been his only purpose. The last survivor of a disgraced family, he vowed to tear down the empire that destroyed his life, starting with its most prized jewel—Prince Feng Kai En.  Now, under the guise of Xiao Liu, a lowly servant in the prince’s retinue, he plans his revenge. But nothing could have prepared him for what awaited within the palace walls. Neither Xiao Liu’s sharp blades nor detailed plans were good enough to fall the man behind the title. Every failed assassination attempt and heated exchange left him more entangled with the man he was meant to destroy. Kai En—ruthless, untouchable, and powerful. An alpha in the eyes of all. Xiao Liu uncovered the prince’s greatest secret—beneath the façade lay something far more dangerous and vulnerable. Something Xiao Liu intended to exploit. Duty had always been Kai En’s burden. Yet Xiao Liu’s presence stirred emotions long buried—desires with no place in his world. Every attempt on his life only deepened the prince’s fascination, pulling him into the chaos Xiao Liu brought. As war looms and enemies close in, their dangerous dance intensifies. Desire grows where hate once ruled, pulling them into a storm of violence, lust, and something deeper. “You’ll never belong to anyone else,” Xiao Liu snarled, his lips finding Kai En’s neck again, biting down hard. “Not her. Not anyone. You belong to me.” Xiao Liu knows Kai En is the key to his revenge, but the more their lives tangle, the harder it becomes to tell if it’s vengeance he craves… or the prince himself. And Kai En must face the ultimate test that could break his kingdom and heart. Can Xiao Liu destroy the man he’s come to obsess over, or will he fall first?

These are the stories of the Jinn, and their children.

The Unseen: The Bride of the Night Synopsis: On the morning of her forced wedding, eighteen-year-old Asiya runs—not toward freedom, but into the waiting jaws of something ancient. Fleeing her father’s control and the ghosts of a past no one believes, she finds herself drawn to a mansion that shouldn’t exist—a place that breathes, remembers, and chooses its own inhabitants. Inside, she meets Rael: a cursed vampire-jinn prince bound to a dying house, abandoned by a runaway bride, and days away from losing his power forever. Desperate to survive, Rael offers Asiya a deal: marry him by contract, and he’ll protect her from the life she left behind. But this house doesn’t just shelter secrets—it feeds on them. Asiya begins to lose her memories. Whispers echo through the halls. And the bride who fled before her may not have escaped at all. As the house wakes, pulsing with wrath and longing, Asiya must unravel a century-old betrayal—and decide whether she’s a sacrifice, a savior, or something far more dangerous. Because in this house, nothing stays buried. And no bride walks away unchanged.

Ayden wakes up in a cold, dark dungeon—surrounded by snarling monsters, pools of blood, and strangers whose faces he doesn’t recognize. A strange voice echoes inside his head, whispering rules he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t know why he’s here, or how he got trapped in this nightmare. All he knows is one thing: he has to survive. And somehow, find a way back home. But as the terror closes in, he uncovers a power buried deep within—a power to defy death itself. This story is also published by me (pen name: alexder204) on RoyalRoad.

"Fight me, claw me, hate me all you want, Kitten. But you’ll never be able to resist how your body begs and squirms for my touch. Can you?" ——— Humiliated and rejected by her mate, Evangeline Raymore thought her life couldn’t get worse—until her father, Alpha Graham, sold her to their most feared enemy, Ezaar Veyrin. Alpha Ezaar was everything she had been warned about—dashing, devilish, and dangerously deranged. But to her, he wasn’t just a Devious Alpha. He was her fated mate, one she had rejected two years ago. Aware that she was nothing more than a pawn in his deadly power games, Evangeline desperately tried to flee before Ezaar could torture and kill her, just as her father had murdered his family. But as they spent time together, Evangeline realized he was more than the rumors claimed. He was oddly caring, sometimes sweet, and irresistibly intoxicating, causing her plans to escape his clutches to dwindle. Little did she know, the only escape was to get eternally entangled with him, surrender to his desires, and allow him to mark her as his mate. His only mate! --- Excerpt: “Why would I need a weapon when I can kill you with my bare hands?" Evangeline snarled, her fingers curling around the bloody bastard’s neck. But he only laughed, the sound deep and taunting, causing her to tighten her grip. Unfazed by her threat, Ezaar caught her wrist, his touch sending a wave of heat through her body. With a sly smirk, he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing her ear. "But my neck isn't the only enticing place where you can use them, sweetheart,” Ezaar murmured, his voice low and velvety. “Perhaps we can explore more suitable locations in my bedroom."

Humanity teetered on the precipice of oblivion, a mere whisper in the winds of a world consumed by an unlikely alliance. Dragons, goblins, demons, angels, jinn, and every manner of creature imaginable had conspired, their diverse hatreds uniting in a singular, terrifying goal: the utter annihilation of humankind. From a once-thriving civilization, only two remained – a brother and his sister, the last embers of a dying flame. Their bodies were weak, their numbers few, yet within their hearts burned an unyielding desire for vengeance, a desperate hope to reclaim what was lost. This is the story of their fight, a tale of two against a world.

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.

“You raise your weapon as if it had meaning. My blade had severed meaning itself—you fool.” - Jinn BLADE Through flames of chaos and the storms of war, Jinn’s story is not for the faint of heart. Fueled by the warmth that surged him forward and born by the catalyst that awoken his true potential and destiny. Through his blades alone shall he cut through destiny. Through his blades alone shall he cut through despair and torment. Through his blades alone shall he cut through his way to stand at the pinnacle of strength. Through his blades alone shall his enemies know fear. Fear of his strength and fear of his name. Jinn Blade is his name. This Novel falls into the Science Fantasy Genre and involves a lot of medieval fantasy elements while mixing together sci-fi elements. [Warning: This novel contains sensitive scenarios] Spotify music catered for each chapter: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4sepX1bQE5bSQvqjlOHbFq?si=2d6b7f3b3c284915

War between every race hangs on a loose thread only 5 years left, this may seem like a long time but for beings like the Impure, Demon, Jinn, Angels and gods this is just days to them. More than half of the human population is already gone thanks to a curse placed on them by the Supreme Deity. This is the first time this battle will happen by to God and GK this is just another day, 15 out 15 victories in every timeline makes the Impures a greater race than even the gods themselves, how can humanity survive when it's strongest warrior is dead?

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

When Bastion planned to desert his father’s ship he thought he’d never care for anyone ever again. He was wrong. After stealing a seemingly useless oil lamp from the crew’s last raid he discovers that this is no ordinary lamp but a vessel for Idriah, a powerful female jinn- a genie. Can Bastion face his feelings for her? Can he keep her from the clutches of the rest of the crew?

Before her death, Xia Wan has seen her own family being set up and killed, her beloved recognizing the wrong person as his savior, and their engagement party! Even her upperclassman had run a blade through her chest, snarling spitefully, "Xia Bing will have everything with your death! It was Xia Bing again! She stole all of Xia Wan's accomplishments and her lover's, but wanted her dead as well! And yet, Xia Wan could not say a word against her! However, when she thought that her death was inevitable, Xia Wan was reincarnated to a day 18 years ago, when her whole family was still alive and before all tragedy began! This time, she swore that she will have her family stay safe, healthy and happy. Insincere skanks trying to stop her? She slapped them until they cry! Scumbags wanting to date her? Xia Wan: Sorry, you're too ugly. After chasing off everyone and finally earning some peace, Xia Wan was going to sleep when someone knocked on her door. She opened it to find her beloved from the last life!"Do I happen to fit your type?" The sight of his white shirt and slightly bared chest left Xia Wan clutching her bleeding nose. Xia Wan: Men are too sexy in a white shirt! This is against the rules! A certain man: That doesn't matter. Bringing my wife home is more important!

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill, Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long; after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife, and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much; he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son; who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die; no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way; he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

The Holter name carried the weight of centuries—a bloodline forged in moonlight and silver, sworn to stand as London’s silent guardians against the things that lurked in the dark. Generation after generation, they had passed down their grim craft, their children raised on stories of claws and curses rather than nursery rhymes. But Roger Holter had wanted none of it. He had turned his back on the hunt, desperate for a life untainted by blood and wolfsbane. A normal existence. A safe one. Then the wolves came for his wife. She died alone in their home, her body shredded by talons and teeth while Roger was miles away, oblivious. The only witness was their youngest son, Marlon, whose wide, terrified eyes would forever hold the memory of his mother’s last, gasping breath. Grief hardened into obsession. Roger, once so determined to escape his family’s legacy, now saw his defiance as weakness—as the reason his wife lay cold in the ground. Consumed by vengeance, he abandoned his sons, leaving Marlon and Thomas in the care of his sister, Agatha, before they had even outgrown their boyhood. And with cruel irony, he bound them to the very fate he had once rejected—enrolling them in the London Hunters’ Guild, where they would learn to kill the monsters he had failed to stop. Years bled away. The Holter brothers grew into hunters as sharp as the blades they carried, their names whispered in the shadows where beasts and men collided. But fate had not yet finished with them. On a night like any other, their hunt led them to a creature unlike the feral, snarling beasts they were accustomed to. This was no mindless monster. She was the heir to the Royal Canine Clan—the most powerful and disciplined of all lycanthrope bloodlines. A queen in waiting. And her capture would tear Marlon’s world apart. For she was not just a beast to be slain. She was the beginning

"I'm going to skin you alive, you mangy wolf!" snarled Xin Xiaoqi at the demon clan’s senior brother. "If you can capture the Saintess of Light alive, I’ll marry you," promised Princess Gaoyang with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Xin Xiaoqi! If I don’t beat you to death, I swear I’ll disrobe and leave the monkhood!" cursed Zhunti, veins bulging on his bald forehead. "I swear, I’m not using you..." the Jade Emperor muttered awkwardly. "The world is collapsing," smiled the Three Pure Ones. "It’s your turn now."

Mr. Quinn a unassuming man with not much of an impact to the world around him, is given another chance at life. In a world torn apart by rifts to other worlds and dungeons a Transmigrated soul is given the chance to be more than he could have ever hoped to be.

Only by working hard and not stopping to seek the truth, you will be able to determine your own destiny!!! ####### The world has become increasingly chaotic, and evil is increasingly rampant, and the seeds of darkness are starting to grow rapidly. When humans are careless and unprepared, the forces of darkness led by Satan come to mislead and enslave humans, in order to become the true ruler of the human race. Seeing this situation, the humans who are aware then pray and ask for help from the Universe. From there, several selected humans are chosen, and they inherit the power given by the universe to fight Satan and his group. Billy, Alex, April, and Jessei are four young humans who are chosen to carry out this mission, with the power given by heaven, they begin their adventure to uncover and destroy the great conspiracy plan arranged by Satan. From there, a new world full of surprises immediately greets them, where it turns out that humans have been living side by side with the jinn race and other races hiding in the shadows of dimensions. With this discovery, their adventure and mission to uncover and thwart Satan's conspiracy became even wider. ###### First, understand some interesting things about the New World, a world where humans fight against Satan's great conspiracy. Humans: Mortal creatures (some humans are given the power of heaven) Satan: King of the rulers of darkness who leads the Demon race and the race of darkness. Jin: An invisible race that lives side by side with humans, has more technology and knowledge than humans. Angels: A holy and loyal race that becomes a sacred soldier from Heaven, has no lust and is loyal to the truth. Ghosts: A race that is isolated due to marriage between human and jinn descendants (has a life full of mystery) Falen angel: a fallen angel who sides with Satan, (there are a small number who repent and help humans) Phantom: a human spirit who is in league with Satan, has strong dark energy. D'arc: a human spirit blessed by heaven, able to help humans and has a good heart. Spirit: A spirit that is lost and lives in uncertainty, comes from humans who die in an evil way. Bigma: an animal that comes from the dimensions of darkness and light, has characteristics that match its origin, is targeted by Satan and Humans to strengthen themselves.

He slammed the divorce papers onto her face, Kong Chengyi's face dark as he snarled, "Hua Lianxi, I can't even stand looking at you anymore, you disgust me. Get out of my sight, now!" The thin paper grazed her face before falling. The momentary sting on her cheek made Hua Lianxi lower her head to look at the papers on the floor. She touched her stinging cheek with her fingertip and then raised her head, a dazzling smile blooming on her face: "Sorry for dirtying you. With money, I can be as willful as I want. Thanks for the check."

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

The forbidden river whispers her sister’s name. Ten years ago, Lyra Blackthorn fled her pack, branded a murderer after her sister drowned in cursed waters. Now, the Moon Goddess has bound her to Kael Nightshade—a merciless Alpha who sees her only as a pawn. Dragged back to a world of snarling politics and ancient grudges, Lyra must play the obedient Luna while the pack mocks her scars and Kael’s ice-cold touch burns with disdain. But the river isn’t done with her. Blood moon nights bring visions: her sister’s small hand breaking the surface, a shadow dragging her under. The pack’s elder hisses warnings—“The river doesn’t take lives. It trades them.” When Kael parades a silver-eyed stranger into the pack, Lyra’s blood turns to frost. The woman wears her sister’s face, breathes her name, but her smile drips with venom. “Did you really think I’d let you forget?” As Kael’s lies unravel and loyalties fracture, Lyra uncovers a truth that could drown them all: the curse demands a soul, and hers was promised long ago. Trapped between a mate who won’t claim her, a sister who isn’t human, and a traitor lurking in the ranks, Lyra must gamble her shattered heart in a deadly game. The river is rising. The blood moon hungers. And when the water claims its due, no howl will save her—unless she dares to betray the one person she swore to protect.

When young archaeologist Zane Riyami discovers a mysterious manuscript pointing to the legendary lost city of Sandbloom, he has no idea he's about to be thrust into an ancient conflict between two worlds. Zane is the last descendant of the Guardians - humans with special abilities who maintain the balance between our world and the realm of the Jinn known as The Veiled Realm. When a strange mark appears on his wrist and he begins having dreams of a woman calling to him from the sands, he finds himself hunted by Malik Shadowveil, a powerful being from the Jinn world who seeks control over the seven Nexus Points between the worlds. With the help of Lyra Hakim, a half-human, half-Jinn manuscript specialist, Zane must learn to harness his inherited abilities, gather the seven lost manuscripts, and prevent Malik from exploiting the power of the Convergence - a rare cosmic event that occurs once every five hundred years when the barriers between worlds grow exceptionally thin. Racing against time, Zane embarks on a dangerous journey across deserts and mysterious lands, discovering the secrets of his origin and true power, and confronting his destiny as the last Guardian. Will he succeed in saving both worlds before it's too late? Or will Malik achieve his goal of dominating the gateways between realms?