Wendigo Howl

The wind howled outside the palace, its icy fingers clawing at the stained-glass windows. Inside, the room was bathed in the warm glow of candles and the flickering fire in the hearth. Yet, the heat rising between Meribella and Edwyn had little to do with the flames. Meribella stood before him, her legs shackled, and her heart felt heavy each second, standing like a prisoner in front of him. “Edwyn..." Her voice trembled as she whispered his name, "Please, you must believe me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve always been loyal—to you and the Crown.” Edwyn, in a bathrobe with his hair still damp, stepped closer. His fingers traced her face, sending shivers down her spine. “I know you’re innocent, but palace rules are strict. Even I can’t bend them outright. Still...” He kneels at her feet and unlocks the shackles. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll speak to my father—the King—and clear your name.” As he rose, his fingers gently brushed over the bruises on her forehead, lingering slightly on her pale lips. "You should take a bath," he murmured in the most affectionate tonee. Meribella blinked, confused. "How...?" She was a prisoner, and such luxuries were not meant for her. Edwyn gestured toward the adjoining chamber. "There," he said, his attention never leaving her. "I want to spend a good time with you, Meribella. Now that you are in the palace..." He didn’t finish his sentence, instead brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. The gesture made her blush, her heart fluttering despite the circumstances. "You have always been kind, Edwyn," she said, averting her eyes. "I will be quick," she said, stepping away, only for him to catch her wrist. "You need help to bathe," he insisted, his voice firm. "I see bruises on your feet and your face." Meribella’s cheeks burned. In the palace, royals were accustomed to being naked before servants, but she was not raised in such luxury. The thought of being unclothed in front of maids made her stomach churn. “T-there’s no need for servants. I’ll be fine.” Edwyn smiled, tilting his head slightly. "Who mentioned anything about maids?" he queried teasingly, yet loaded with meaning. Meribella’s eyes grew wide when the meaning of his words hit her. Before she could answer, a low, mocking laugh echoed in the room. "How boring," a voice drawled, dripping with sarcasm, from near the window, lit by the moonlight. He stood in his red cloak, and his golden-flecked eyes shone with anger and curiosity, leaving Meribella and Edwyn speechless. It’s a world of mystic powers shrouded in mystery, where reincarnation binds fates, and dominance is driven by ambition. Predators become prey. Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? Trust is a dangerous game. They were never meant to fall in love. They were destined to erase each other’s existence, yet they defied fate.

“I'm on the hunt for someone special, someone who would howl at the full moon with me. And you, my dear, seem to check all the right boxes,” Thorin tried to seduce Riona with his mesmerizing gaze. “Not in this lifetime, not in any lifetime.” But Riona couldn’t stand the sight of that smug face. What did Thorin hope to gain from a fangless vampire who couldn’t even turn into a bat, anyway? There must be something seriously wrong with the brain of that infuriating Alpha werewolf. *** Since their parents died, Riona Kahler and her brother have been adopted by the King of Eira, who treats them more like overworked houseplants than a cherished family. As the only vampires in Eira without fangs, they're outcasts among their own kind, toothless and ridiculed. Riona's spirit remains unbroken until her brother falls ill due to the palace's cruelty. Determined to protect him, Riona vows to escape, but there's only one way to do that. Thorin Klein is one of the most famous Alpha werewolves, renowned not only for his charming looks but also for claiming the Alpha title at the tender age of thirteen. Despite his howling success, his mother’s powerful werewolf clan, the Klein, never acknowledged him because his father went rogue. Determined to prove his worth to the Klein clan, Thorin believes he has finally found a potential solution. Though Riona couldn’t stand being around Thorin for more than one second, Riona realizes that marriage is their only path to achieving their goals. It's a love story that bites and barks in all the right places. #werewolf #Alpha #vampire #fromslavetoqueen #enemiestolovers #strongFL #contractmarriage

Thrown into an unknown world to die, Xerxes overcame the death and became the paradox which was beyond understanding. Returning from his school, Xerxes took a shortcut to his home and entered the familiar, silent alleyway. But just as he took the first step, his surroundings melted away, and he found himself in a dark, dense forest. Suddenly, a grey wolf leaped out of the shadows, its eyes gleaming with hunger. Xerxes sprinted away, but a whole pack of wolves were in pursuit. He yelled, hurled rocks, but they relentlessly pressed on. One of the wolves lunged, its teeth sinking into his back. Xerxes crashed to the ground, writhing in agony. He thought he was going to die. Then, the unexpected occurred. A surge of powerful energy coursed through him, his eyes glowing an eerie green. The wolf that had bitten him recoiled in fear. Transformed by this mysterious power, Xerxes seized the wolf's leg. The forest echoed with the wolf's pained howls as Xerxes rose. The wolf began to dissolve, its essence being absorbed by Xerxes. With his newfound power, Xerxes ventured deeper into the unknown world, determined to find a way back home. Support this story and help bring it to life by becoming an early contributor to the novel! [For a deeper understanding, refer to the first chapter. It elaborates on the MC's powers, the world setting, and how the story unfolds.]

Maya prophesied that December 21, 2012 would be the end of the world. On this day, some people were anxious and afraid of not seeing the sun the next day. More people held a playful attitude and celebrated with their loved ones in the early morning night, waiting for dawn to celebrate their safe passage through the end. The next day, the sun rose as usual, and people only thought that God was joking with everyone, working and living as usual. But they were too happy too early. The end has already quietly arrived, but they have been adapted to the harsh environment, unable to see the green mountains turn into yellow soil, and flowers and birds disappear; Unable to see the clear river turning into a foul smelling canal, fish and shrimp are dying; Unable to see grassland turning into desert, land howling According to the Observatory, there was a once-in-a-millennium meteor shower in the early morning of December 21, 2020. Many places can be seen with the naked eye, with young men and women rushing to tell each other, eagerly anticipating this romantic meteor shower. At midnight, the long-awaited miracle finally appeared. The moon, which had been hard to see for a long time, descended like a silver plate, clear and bright, right in front of me But then people were extremely frightened. According to the lunar calendar, this day is the Winter Solstice Festival on the seventh day of the winter lunar month. How could there be a full moon This is a beautiful miracle It's still the beginning of the nightmare

Dropped into a world of enchantment, Corvinus awakens as a werewolf, a member of a proud and fierce tribe. Initially content to coast through life, dreaming of ascending to the rank of Wolf God, his plans take a sharp turn when his father, the chieftain, falls in battle. Thrust into leadership, Corvinus must navigate the treacherous paths of power, magic, and betrayal. As he rises to meet the challenges of his new role, he discovers that the path to becoming a legend is paved with more than just the howls of the pack.

**"Ace has always known he was different—rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf—silent his entire life—stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything—the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body___ feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"** ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate__, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

Dying at a young age, Carl, a mercenary, wakes up to find out he is no longer human but a deer. As he enjoys his peaceful life of grazing grass, he is shot dead by a hunter. Although he wasn't resentful about his killer and was about to make his way to the afterlife [Congratulations. The host has unlocked the Wendigo system] His soul immediately possesses the hunter, turning him into a 3-meter wendigo that must survive the chase of the Supernatural defense agency that wishes to rid the world of monsters, and in this case, including Carl. Do give it a chance, like 8-10 chapters before deciding on dropping the novel. Also, I will be honest: it's not perfect due to some pacing issues at the beginning. My writing style is 3rd perspective but it's written in a way that it sometimes feels 1st perspective, so I don't want new readers to get confused and question the lack of MC monologuing/ inner thoughts.

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

Zarah is nothing but a lowly runt in Howl Creek who is bullied relentlessly. She wants nothing more than to leave the oppressive pack. When it is revealed who her mate is—none other than her greatest bully, Alpha Damon—she is humiliated and rejected. She leaves for the human sector and lives her life with her son, only for the past to come knocking. Alpha Damon is back, and he wants his son.

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!

This story is about love, revenge, the quest for power, and the right to exist. After being betrayed by his childhood crush and losing his loved ones to a human raid, Erik, a werewolf, ends up on another planet for seven years before he returns to a vastly changed, post-apocalyptic Earth. Originally a timid, unadventurous man, Erik has become far more dominant and assertive upon his return. Together with him comes his beloved but ruthless soul-bound partner and fairy, Elora, who wants Erik to rule and conquer with her by his side. Elora's presence alone makes Erik more powerful than others at this level, but will he find out what else makes him special? Follow them as they use the knowledge and strength they gained on Söl to navigate an Earth filled with magic, vampires, shapeshifters, and more. Along the way, Erik and Elora will meet a diverse cast of characters, some of whom Erik might have known in the past, and some he did not, but all with their own story and desires. Will Erik be able to take revenge for the betrayals of the past? And what else will he discover along the way? ****** Disclaimer: There will be some R18 scenes, but most of the time, they will be a part of character development and not simply smut. In other words, if you decide to skip them, you'll likely miss out on some character development, but I promise to keep plot development out of it. No NTR No Yuri (there might be interactions between girls when there is a scene with the MC and more than one woman, though the MC will always be the focus. To be clear, yuri means a romantic/physical relationship between two women, meaning no two women will ever have sexual interactions with each other without the MC present. That said, Elora enjoys serving women up to him on a platter, and watching him have sex with them. She enjoys dominating, observing. and playing with the other women in the MC's harem together with him, and thus will occasionally join him in such a way. I don't believe any of that is technically yuri, but I understand that my interpretation is debatable and if any of those things weird you out, I advice you to avoid this novel.)

Lan Sol was a beta tester for an open-world survival strategy game called *Global Ice Age Survival*. The game had only released its beta version over the years, with no sign of a public release anytime soon. The premise of the game was simple: Upgrade the campfire—the most crucial source of warmth and the heart of the territory—build various structures, recruit workers, and survive in the frozen world. Sounds boring? Not quite. The game featured monsters, magic, dungeons, and numerous kingdoms scattered across multiple continents. Players could ally with kingdoms, conquer them, or even dominate the entire world. The ultimate goal? Transform a medieval-themed kingdom into a modern, automated one. The game was difficult but oddly satisfying. Lan Sol had finally achieved a 100% completion rate. He eagerly awaited the official release, excited to conquer the game once more. But when he woke up the next day, he found himself in a snowy wasteland. A cold wind howled as the world around him lay blanketed in white. It was so cold that it felt as though the sun no longer existed. It didn’t take long for him to realize he had been transported into the very game he had played for over a year. And he wasn’t alone—every individual on Earth had been transported to this icy world. Waking up next to a campfire, Lan Sol began his journey by upgrading it, knowing it was the first step to survival. Before long, he discovered he had received an exclusive reward: an SSS+ ranked talent.

Callum Dorian, a sharp-tongued and dangerously intense werewolf Alpha, is accused of murdering Felicity Graves, a powerful collector. Vivienne "Vivi" Kane Supernatural Law is dragged into a deadly conspiracy. Felicity’s death isn’t just a crime—it’s a spark threatening to ignite a war among supernatural factions, and the Council is eager to blame Callum. Forced to clear his name, Vivi must navigate treacherous alliances, dodge killers, and unravel the mystery of a missing cursed relic tied to Felicity’s murder. As tensions rise, so does the heat between Vivi and Callum. Their fiery clashes ignite into an intense, forbidden connection that neither can ignore. But when a night of passion leads to something far more permanent, Vivi faces an impossible choice: protect her independence or embrace the vulnerability of being mated to one of the most powerful—and infuriating—men she’s ever met.

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

In the secluded village of Blackwood, where ancient trees whisper secrets and shadows linger longer than they should, seventeen-year-old Elara Hastings has always dismissed the legends of cursed werewolves as mere folklore. But when a chilling howl echoes through the night, the line between myth and reality shatters. After a mysterious bite leaves her with strange visions and an unsettling connection to the moon, Elara is thrust into a world of hidden packs, ancient rivalries, and dark secrets long buried beneath the forest floor. As tensions rise between humans and wolves, Elara must navigate newfound powers, unravel the truth about her family’s past, and confront an ancient prophecy that names her as the key to either salvation—or destruction. With the blood moon rising and a ruthless hunter closing in, Elara must choose: embrace the beast within or lose everything she holds dear. Can she survive the darkness, or will Blackwood fall under the curse forever?

The bitter winds still howl as they once did, the branches sway the same I remember, Yet I return from the depths of Purgatory, and Heaven shall not block me. Not Heaven, nor men, nor earth below, My Dao is intact through and through. Once I was feared, now I am one among many, Within the vicissitudes of Fate, I escape, and plot Heavenly Dao shall prostrate, the world should worship The Great Slaughter starts, and I, the Devil, returns!

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

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.

When Elena Carter returns to the secluded town of Silverwood to care for her ailing grandmother, she’s expecting quiet days in the sleepy town she left behind. But from the moment she crosses its borders, strange occurrences pull her into a world she doesn’t understand. The eerie howls in the woods, the cryptic warnings of the townsfolk, and the unsettling pull she feels toward the forest hint that Silverwood holds far more secrets than she ever imagined. Elena’s arrival sparks the interest of Lucas Blackthorn, a brooding stranger with piercing eyes and a connection to the town’s darker side. As their paths cross, Elena is drawn to him, even as her instincts tell her to run. Lucas knows Silverwood’s secrets better than anyone—because he’s been living them. As a member of a cursed werewolf pack, his life is ruled by danger and betrayal. When Elena learns she’s the key to an ancient prophecy capable of ending a century-old curse—or unleashing a power beyond anyone’s control—she is thrust into a battle for survival. As rival packs close in, alliances shift, and hidden truths about her family’s past emerge, Elena must decide whom to trust in a world where betrayal is currency. With her heart torn between Lucas and the secrets he harbors, and her life threatened by those who seek to use her, Elena must uncover the truth about herself, her family, and Silverwood. But the closer she gets to the answers, the more she realizes some mysteries are best left buried. In a story of love, betrayal, and supernatural intrigue, Silverwood explores the thin line between humanity and the beast within—and what it means to risk everything for those you love.

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

Omniscient Survival: Reborn in the Savage Realm Description: Katsuro Tanaka was a man of unparalleled discipline and brilliance. At 18, he joined the army, rising through the ranks to become a colonel during one of the deadliest wars in history. After retiring at 47, he pursued his passion for technology, founding "NeoEdge Innovations", a company that revolutionized global advancements and cemented him as one of the richest and most influential men in the world. Even at 67, his sharp mind and strong body were a testament to his unwavering discipline and military training. But his life takes an unexpected turn one quiet evening. While scrolling through his tablet, a strange voice echoes in his mind: “Transferring complete.” He awakens, not as himself, but in the body of a 15-year-old boy with striking blue hair and piercing blue eyes. Disoriented, he finds himself standing in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by eerie howls and shadows that seem to move. Behind him stands a small, worn cabin with the sign "Global Trade Nexus." Confusion turns to revelation as he discovers a mysterious device on his wrist. A flood of information invades his mind: more than 100 million people from Earth have been transported to this perilous world, each trapped in a young, unfamiliar body. Their mission? Survive. As night falls, the forest transforms into a death trap. Creatures beyond imagination roam the woods, hunting anything in their path. Just as despair begins to creep in, Katsuro awakens the "Omniscient Survival System"—a powerful tool that grants him access to a wealth of knowledge, crafting techniques, combat skills, and strategic insights. With his decades of experience as a soldier and CEO now merged with the strength and potential of his new young body, Katsuro must quickly adapt to this brutal world. The forest hides secrets beyond comprehension, and survival is only the first step. With every passing night, the creatures grow stronger, and the challenges more insurmountable. But Katsuro isn’t just another survivor—he’s a man forged in the fires of war and ambition, and he refuses to lose. In this savage new reality, only the cunning and the strong can hope to prevail. Katsuro Tanaka’s journey is far from over—it has only just begun. Note: English is not my first Language so I hope no one will judge. First time making original The one on the cover is the MC. I use reference on the photo of the MC. Tags: Harem, Survival, System, Battles, Wars, Monster Hunting, Reincarnation, Strategy, Overpowered Protagonist, Leadership, World-Building Note: Expect intense survival challenges, strategic battles, system-driven growth, and a developing harem subplot as the protagonist navigates alliances and relationships in a world where survival comes at a cost.

The world is a desolate place where an unrelenting storm plagues all year round. All beings underneath became subjects of unending and perpetuating cycle of cold and darkness. Beyond these harsh lands of ice and hails stood a man. He wore a mighty suit, his shredded cape dancing against the howling snowstorm. The man held a beautiful sword and above his head was a crown, glistening with trinkets of diamonds and gold alike. This is the story of a King and his quest towards a goal he could not recognize.

On her 21st birthday, Lila’s world shatters. What should have been an ordinary day turns into a nightmare of secrets and revelations—she’s the heir to an ancient werewolf legacy, bound by destiny to a powerful and brooding alpha. Thrust into a world of primal instincts, blood feuds, and supernatural danger, Lila must navigate her newfound powers while a centuries-old war between rival packs brews around her. But the deeper she dives into this violent, hidden world, the more torn she becomes. A mysterious stranger haunts her thoughts, drawing her closer with secrets of his own—secrets that could change everything. As tensions rise, loyalties blur, and forbidden love ignites, Lila must decide: will she embrace her fate, or fight for a future that’s entirely her own?

On the eve of his 18th birthday, Raon eagerly steps into the guild hall, ready to awaken his class and join the ranks of adventurers. But what should have been a moment of triumph turns into something far darker. Instead of a heroic warrior or noble mage, Raon awakens as an Undead Wendigo, a cursed being of primal hunger and frost. Struggling to understand his newfound powers—and the eerie silence of the system when it comes to the cost of his abilities—Raon embarks on a journey to uncover the truth about his class and its mysterious origins. With each step, his power grows, but so do the consequences: frost clings to his every move, allies grow wary of his chilling presence, and a gnawing hunger threatens to consume him entirely. In a world where classes define your destiny, Raon must forge his own path, torn between embracing the monster he’s becoming and holding onto the last fragments of his humanity. Can he master his growing power before it consumes him, or will he succumb to the frostbitten hunger lurking in his soul? The Hollow Crown is a chilling LitRPG tale of self-discovery, survival, and the thin line between power and monstrosity. Perfect for fans of dark fantasy, moral dilemmas, and intricate RPG mechanics

I find myself gazing into the eyes of a silver werewolf. There's a strange pull between us, yet I can see the disappointment in his eyes. Could it be because of his anger towards my witch lineage? I feel a deep yearning and my heart aches when he says he'll break his bond with me. What is this pain I feel? Witches and werewolves were once allies, or so my grandmother said. But everything changed when one witch cast a love spell on a werewolf, leading to the downfall of the Silver Moon pack. This betrayal sparked a hunt for all witches and warlocks.

Deep in the Dungeons of The Vampire continent, Vascalo, The sounds of a werewolves screams and howls reach far beyond its walls. Each day the same phrase echoes throughout the halls... "Vermouth...." Alpha, The Prince of all werewolves is a prisoner of Vascalo, is improsoned, being ruthelessly tortured day by day, by his psychotic ex vampire lover, each day crying out, "Vermouth." But after over a 150 years of torment he is finally set free and heads out on a quest of unquenchable Vengeance. Who or what is the mysterious Vermouth, and how did it lead to his imprisonment? And most of all will he enact Revenge on the woman who held him captive for 150 years? Excerpt from the story "Which do you choose?" A woman with pale white skin softly chanted. "Sex... or Suffering?" She stood over a man in chains licking her lips at him lustfully. The man below her, was a complete abomination. He had tattered skin and battered bones, torn apart from years of sadistic torture. His thick black hair had grown long both on his head and his face, nearly reaching the ground from both ends, and a smell as foul as death emanating from his pores. And yet... As the woman gazed upon the man, she looked at him not as an ugly monster, not of a broken soul, but as if he was the most beautiful object that occupied her world. The man leaned up, straining to look up at his captor through the chains that restrained him. As his frigid blue eyes met his captor, a silent rage poured over him. "I... will....." This story was inspired by Berserk the manga and is incredibly gory and may have traumatizing subject matter.

Title: Alpha's Claim Omega's fight Sienna thought being mated to Alpha Lucien Blackthorne was her destiny—until she uncovered the lies that shattered her world. Betrayed, pregnant, and hunted by the very man who was supposed to cherish her, she flees into the dark wilderness with nowhere to turn. When a mysterious stranger with silver eyes and deadly power saves her life, Sienna discovers a truth long buried: Lucien’s exiled brother, Damien, is alive—and he burns with vengeance against the brother who betrayed them both. As danger closes in from all sides, Sienna must make a choice: trust Damien and risk her heart again, or face a ruthless Alpha determined to own her. With secrets unraveling and enemies lurking in the shadows, the fight for freedom becomes a battle for survival. But can a broken bond ever truly be severed? And what price will she pay for justice—and love—when the wolves howl for blood?

Somewhere in Transylvania a weary merchant by the name Ion Goia finds himself seeking shelter in a decrepit village at the edge of a deserted noble's territory. In the distance the silhouette of an abandoned castle can be seen luminated by the pale full moon high in the sky. After long and hard days of journey, Ion Goia came across a tiny and shabby hamlet and with no other choice, pressed by the howls(of what he hopped to be wolves) and other such strange cries heard far in the dark forest around him, this rundown village seems like a better choice than to camp out in the wilds. He enters the village and makes his way to what seems to be the only Inn around here, tough its a little more than a tavern. The innkeeper welcomes him warmly and over a cup of wine spins a tale of a legendary ghost hunter. After a restless night dawn finally comes and Ion departs from the forgotten village, eager to leave its dreadful aura behind. But as he crosses the boundary on the settlement and looks back, the village is nowhere to be found. All he can see is a ruined village and a desolate wasteland.

As the leaves of autumn painted the ground in hues of gold, a father and son drove along a road stretching far away from the city under a rainy sky. Their destination was a large, dilapidated house hidden deep within the forest, an inheritance passed down through their family. For now, this battered mansion was their best, if not only, option. However, due to an unexpected work emergency, the father had to return to the city. Left alone in the grand house, Jack noticed a glimmer he had never seen before amidst the howling wind and the gentle patter of rain on one particular afternoon. Consumed by a sense of curiosity and mystery, Jack decided to follow the light. Unaware of what this sudden decision would bring.

The forest was quiet, and everything was still. The gentle northern wind sweeping through the trees and dried leaves brought nothing but a sense of foreboding and despair as Raphael crawled into his cave and huddled against the dirt stained walls. Stifling the moan of anguish that escaped his mouth, he pressed hard on the cut below his ribs. The blood stopped flowing briefly, as he dug some sticky clay from underneath the roots of the oak tree and applied it to his injury. It stopped the blood flow instantly. He was aware of the giant slash across his back, but he was too exhausted to attend to it. 'Later' he thought to himself, leaning back as he shut his eyes. He was lucky to have escaped with his life. "They will pay for this. I will get my revenge soon enough," he muttered to himself as the owl perched on the branch of the oak tree above hooted ominously. He had become his neighbour for the past few weeks, his hooting always reminding him that he may not be the only living thing in the forest. Other days, the silence was impregnable, the eerie quiet sending chills down his spine. As he slowly started to slip into unconsciousness, he heard a dull thud on the dirt outside the cave, too faint for a normal person to hear. But Raphael was no ordinary person. Crouching behind the roots of the tree, he waited patiently as the sniffing began. He made a silent prayer, to no one in particular as he saw the red eyes right outside his cave. They locked eyes with each other, and the enormous wolf bared his canines at him, before howling into the night. All around the forest, several other howls answered, as the earth began to tremble under the numerous paws thundering above it. 'Here we go again,' he thought to himself.