Mitsuri Bathing

Zhen yan would never have expected to get married. But when the young swordsman Bai Ying yue literally crashes through his roof, sent from heaven, and they bow to heaven and earth three times amidst all the chaos, the great demon's heart sinks. From then on, the attractive demon follows the young man and soon the two are forced to become a team, fighting side by side against the ever-growing superiority of the Yao. The world view of the otherwise so serious Bai Ying yue is shaken to the core. He not only has to face the consequences of his feelings, but also the conspiracy of a feared clan. On their journey together, not only the demons and the betrayal of a great clan but also their feelings are a dangerous game.

“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)

Darren King is as crude as they come. A tribrid - part vampire, part werewolf, part witch and bathed in angel blood. Protector of the Trifrom. War hero. First and last of his kind. And only through his progeny can there be hybrids. But he has a problem. He is bound to the Blood Moon, limiting his options of wives to the royal bloodline. Although respected in the vampire and werewolf clans, he won't be given worthy "vessels" (wives). And as the witches have ostracised him, he's running out of time. In a dark corner, demons have begun to appear, scheming to resurrect their fallen king. While Darren runs against a thousand-year-old curse, dangers are lurking for his new family. Will he be able to protect the world again, saving humans from dangers they have long forgotten? Or will he lose his family and give up on a world that never loved him?

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

A jolt of raw energy. A programmer's mind, accustomed to the elegant logic of code, explodes into a whirlwind of unfamiliar sensations. He awakens, not in his chair bathed in monitor light, but in a body far from home. This is Abel, a man of limited of talent, yearning to become the most powerful. But fate, it seems, has a different script in mind. The programmer, trapped within Abel, discovers a strange anomaly – his coding knowledge translates into a bizarre form of magic. With a whispered command, he can craft enchanted items with unimaginable properties. A simple pebble becomes a conduit for potent spells, rivaling the most powerful incantations. He can even weave lines of code to breathe life into beings of unparalleled intelligence, defying the very fabric of this magical realm.

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Kaito Shinzuki despised the cruel, unforgiving world he was born into. Betrayed by his own family, shattered by the death of his best friend, and left with nothing but pain, his life ended in a fleeting act of selflessness. But death was not the end. Reborn as Kazanai, a demon in a brutal world of war and monsters, he awakens to a new nightmare—one where the strong rule, the weak perish, and mercy is nothing but an illusion. With his sister by his side, he swears to protect her, no matter the cost. Blades clash, kingdoms fall, and rivers run red as Kazanai carves his path through a world bathed in blood. Hunted by those who fear his power and tormented by the demons of his past, he walks the line between salvation and destruction. But as whispers of his name spread and the abyss calls to him once more, one question remains—will he rise above the darkness, or drown in it?

A prophecy ignored. A kingdom bathed in betrayal, and a boy who would one day shake the world. Kael, a young innocent boy who does not know what his future holds, watches as his mother's blood hits the cold marble floor and her last breath is stolen by the man he once called father. After the merciless slaughter of his mother, he experiences something new, rage, sorrow, and something darker. With one strike he murders his own father. "What is the prophecy? What will be the fate of Kael on this journey?" Check out my discord to interact https://discord.gg/p2zqNqS2 UNRAVEL THE PROPHECY IN FORSAKEN VOW

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

War a never-ending concept of humanity In the year 2245 A.D, an experimental energy device known as the "Quantum Reactor" is created to help alleviate the problems stemming from Earth's dwindling fossil fuel reserves and over uses of the nuclear reactors. Unfortunately, the "Quantum Reactor" goes out of control, exploding and bathing the world with unknown energies in an incident known as the "Xianglong Crisis". As a result of the catastrophic environmental and rapid technological changes has happened to the Earth and humanity with it that follow after as well as a gate to the unknown but what lies beyond. Disclaimer all artworks you see here such as the cover are not mine but in time, soon I will hopefully get my own artworks up but what ever artworks i will put up for my works are all forms of inspiration art works for my stories if you want to support the original artists check out their works at artstation.com

Through the endless march of time, where empires rose only to crumble into forgotten dust and stars burned bright before fading into the abyss, their love endured—a golden thread woven into the fabric of eternity. It did not yield to the passing of years, nor did it wither under the weight of sorrow or the trials of fate. It was a force beyond the grasp of mortal understanding, untouched by decay, stronger than the tides that shaped the world. When the sun kissed the horizon, their love glowed in its final light; when the moon bathed the earth in silver, it whispered their names to the wind. No distance could sever them, no force could erase the echoes of their souls calling to one another across lifetimes. Through each rebirth, through each forgotten past, they found their way back—drawn together by an invisible pull, a promise carved into the very essence of existence. The world changed, the centuries turned, but their love stood unwavering, defiant against time itself. It was not merely a moment, not merely a story—it was infinity itself, wrapped in the embrace of two hearts destined to beat as one, foreve

In a world on the brink of eternal twilight, the sun is dying. The kingdom of Aurelion, once bathed in the warmth of the sun, is now fractured into floating islands, each struggling to survive as the light fades. The Sunpriests, an ancient order of powerful mages, have controlled the fading sun’s power for centuries, manipulating its death to preserve their immortality. But when the reincarnated Sungod, Lira, a young orphan, discovers her true identity, everything changes. Lira learns that she is the reborn essence of the ancient god who once brought light to the world. But as she regains the memories of her past lives, she realizes the truth—her godly essence is the key to either saving or destroying the world. The Sunpriests, fearing the return of the Sungod, will stop at nothing to control her. Meanwhile, a mysterious and shadowy figure named Aiden, a fragment of the dying god, seeks to merge with her to restore the divine power of the sun at any cost. As Lira journeys through the shattered realms, uncovering secrets from her past lives and fighting off enemies both seen and unseen, she is faced with an agonizing choice. To stop the sun’s death, she must kill the very god that gave her life. But doing so will unravel the fabric of reality, sending the world into complete darkness. Yet, to let the god return would mean the destruction of everything she holds dear. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Lira must navigate a web of political intrigue, betrayal, and the weight of her own destiny. She will face the ultimate question: Does she sacrifice herself and the world for the sake of preserving the light, or does she embrace the darkness to bring about a new beginning?

Although born of parents of which both are demons,he was a half breed,his eerie existence cloaking a prophecy of doomsday for his kind but he was born with purity. His birth was prevented yet was he begotten,with a fate of which he fought to escape from. His name is Ramses He's the origin,the end an agent of both destruction and peace. ******************** ***************** Ariane turned abruptly to leave but Ramses blocked her way. Before she could utter another word she found herself in his arms,his hand tightly wrapped around her waist She was so close that she could hear his heartbeat And with those grey eyes peering deeply into hers he whispered, "Despite you being human,not even destiny nor Fate can take you away from me".... Note: This book is in three parts. Part one:In a Demon continent bathed in lies the events occurring when Ramses was a child,an unusual being who is neither demon or human,including the Demon emperor's investigations in the murder of his wife as he fights to protect his son at all cost. Part two:Something different...years had passed with changing times,read to discover... Part three: The present day (modern times).

Calder Monroe Llyr Kaimana couldn't stop his hands from sweating. He wasn't even sure how he was even holding everything together. He didn't even know how he found the courage to speak up but he did and he did it during his older brother's coronation celebration. Taki Hamako woke up in the Kingdom of Mariella and to his horror in someone else's body. Worse, he heard some names that sounded way too familiar. The name of the body he was in, the body's older brother crown prince Esai Asher Blake Kaimana, Britille Freyer and Syria Trent. "It can't be! It's all the same!" He thought as he watched from the sidelines. They were the names of the last novel his company's star author wrote! Taki couldn't believe his eyes or ears but everything was the same and he couldn't let them die. "Why did her boyfriend break up with her?! Then this novel's ending wouldn't be a blood bath!" Taki now Calder cried inside his heart. "Oh no it's happening!" He cried again. The Baron Freyer is bringing up his daughter alongside Count Trent while Chancellor Graham is leading them. Calder needed to stop the event from happening. "My King!" Chancellor Graham started but Calder interrupts. "My dear King I want these women as my bride candidates!" Now he's done it. "Sure!" His brother proclaims. Calder pales, he didn't think before he acted, worse THE KING KNEW HE WAS BAD WITH WOMEN! Past or present he sucked. That's why Taki's parents arranged his marriage! What's he to do now? He wanted to save everyone but will he save both Villainess and Heroine? Choose a sex fiend or dominatrix? He just wanted to bang his newly wedded wife back in his own world and live a normal, happy life! What the hell happened?!

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt. A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates. It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either. But I'm here. Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt. Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing. I am so fucked. ---- R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.

Wes Carter is dying. A black sword pulses with corruption in his chest, his strength fading as blood seeps into the battlefield. He has no regrets—his people escaped, the war was fought, and he killed the man with void-black eyes. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. As darkness claims him, two figures appear—enigmatic, powerful, and knowing. And with cruel certainty, they reveal a truth that shatters everything Wes believed: His future was stolen. Wes remembered that day. The day, as a child, he met the man with void-black eyes. The man who stood before him, bathed in the blood of those Wes cherished. The man who could have killed him but didn’t. Instead, he burned Wes’s soul, severing something deep within him. That was the day everything changed. That was the day he became a Null. He should have been able to claim a Void Crystal, to rise like the others. Instead, he was cut off from that power, forced to forge his own way through Essence alone. And despite that, despite everything, he became peerless, a warrior standing at the edge of the Grand Stage—the universe beyond Earth’s wars. And then, all these years later, that same man returned. Not alone. This time, he led an army—not just soldiers, but Fallen, beings marked by corruption, their eyes the same void-black as his own. They descended upon Wes with overwhelming force, and though he fought, though he killed his greatest enemy, it still wasn’t enough. More questions than answers. Why had his future been stolen? Why had that man, all those years ago, chosen to cripple him instead of killing him? Now, as Wes breathes his last, the two figures offer him something impossible: A second chance. They will sever the future—a phrase Wes doesn’t yet understand—but before he can question it, they shove a black seed, dark as night, into his chest. And then—rebirth. No longer fighting for survival in a dying world, he enters a new era—one where humanity has rebuilt, where Void Crystals, Essence, and Mana-Tech shape civilization, and where the truth of the universe is within reach. Yet, the past is not erased. The man with void-black eyes may be dead, but the forces behind him still move. The answers he seeks are still out there. And this time, he will find them. Monsters. Rival races. Forgotten legends. The enemies lurking beyond the void. This time, Wes Carter will not be denied. His rise is inevitable. (NOTE READ AUXILLARY CHAPTER)

This is a forgotten era, more ancient than the age of Yan and Huang, where the land was vast, and the sky was filled with the scent of blood.This is a dark period for humanity, a time when the Hundred Clans, more ferocious than vengeful ghosts, burned cities and bathed the land in blood.This is the soul of a slumbering warrior, one who has been dormant for hundreds of millions of years, a soul whose blood burns hotter than the sun, destined to conquer the eight directions and stain the heavens in crimson.... In this world, humanity only believes in itself. They do not seek immortals, do not worship gods, and do not revere Buddha—because all of them are enemies! I am a novice writer, and this is my first work. There may be some vocabulary and grammatical expression errors in the content and structure of the article. I kindly ask for your understanding and patience

Aria appartiene a Enzo, e Enzo a lei, Nel vento sussurrano i sogni dei re. Bound by fate, like stars in the night, Lost in love, yet bathed in light. Il tempo si ferma nel loro abbraccio, Two souls as one, un eterno bacio.

A jolt of raw energy. A programmer's mind, accustomed to the elegant logic of code, explodes into a whirlwind of unfamiliar sensations. He awakens, not in his chair bathed in monitor light, but in a body far from home. This is Abel, a man of limited of talent, yearning to become the most powerful. But fate, it seems, has a different script in mind. The programmer, trapped within Abel, discovers a strange anomaly – his coding knowledge translates into a bizarre form of magic. With a whispered command, he can craft enchanted items with unimaginable properties. A simple pebble becomes a conduit for potent spells, rivaling the most powerful incantations. He can even weave lines of code to breathe life into beings of unparalleled intelligence, defying the very fabric of this magical realm. However, this newfound power comes at a cost. The world bristles with dangers, both natural and man-made. Abel, now burdened with the programmer's knowledge and a yearning for a life he can never reclaim, must navigate this treacherous landscape. Can a man of logic survive in a world fueled by Qi? Will Abel, wielding his unorthodox magic, unravel the mysteries of his transmigration and carve his own destiny? [my first book btw]

------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ In the enigmatic realm of Alvard, the age-old art of Daemon summoning has always held a sacred and formidable allure. Daemons, mystical beings of diverse forms - humanoids, beasts, and even objects - are called upon to serve as guardians, defending cities and forming unbreakable bonds with their chosen hosts known as Ewers. Each battle strengthens this connection, forging them into an unyielding force. Amidst this mystical tapestry, a young and gifted Ewer named Cain harbors an insatiable ambition. His dreams reach for the pinnacle of Daemon mastery, the title of "The Dunatos," reserved for Alvard's mightiest summoners. One fateful night, destiny leads him down a shadowy alley where he encounters an enigmatic and injured woman. She entrusts him with a cryptic artifact: the Omnific Tesseract. As its ethereal glow bathes him, a newfound surge of power courses through his veins. The cube's secrets unveil a hitherto unknown realm of Daemon summoning - one that empowers him to command a legion of Daemons, melding them into unholy unions, and granting birth to formidable hybrid Daemons in their ultimate forms. Guided by Eve, an enigmatic A.I. entity dwelling within the Omnific Tesseract, Cain embarks on a journey to claim the coveted mantle of the mightiest Ewer in all of Alvard. Together, they assemble an awe-inspiring army of Daemons, each more awe-inspiring and terrifying than the last. With flames that scorch the heavens and ice that freezes souls, with shadows that conceal the darkest of secrets and light that unveils the truth, they heed his beck and call, bound by the mystical power of the Tesseract. Yet, as Cain treads this uncharted path, a haunting question lingers in the depths of his soul: What other enigmatic secrets lie dormant within this mystical artifact, waiting to be unearthed in the shadowy corners of his impending adventure? ----------------------------------------- My very first book. If you are interested in summoning beings to fight battle and are not limited to any form in which they appear then you have met the right book. And if you like my book please add them to your collection and vote with power stones ...

"Oh, My beloved Scarlet flame... Burn to your heart's content!" "Your wicked embers soothe and mend my broken heart and shattered spirit." "On that day, you took everything from me." "Tell me..." "Divine Emperor, do you regret it now?" "As your cities and people burn?" "Divine Emperor!" "This Regina el Ingnus is no longer weak or afraid!" "Her Scarlet Flames of Wrath will judge your sins." A woman staggered forward, tripping on burning rubble, her bloodstained hands slipping as she tripped. Her luscious hair was blonde like the radiant sun, while her eyes were like the blue sea. She stood frozen as the merciless flames danced across her eyes as if mocking her survival and weakness. Her body was still, watching silently as her beautiful village burned. All that remained was a ruined village bathing in the everlasting fires of avarice. All because she was a Holy Maiden. They were a blessed existence to the Kingdom, a cursed existence to the Empire. They were known as the Holy Maiden to the Holy Church of Amora, Goddess of the moon and fertility. But merely known as the Whore of Sin to the Empire and their Divine Son, rumoured to be descendants of the God of the sun and Justice. The Holy Maiden was an existence that was born only once in every 2,000,000 people. A Holy maiden had a powerful affinity for all magic, and increased physical capabilities, usually appearing as an ethereal and charming woman with both male and female reproductive organs. However, they were infertile due to a curse. The Divine Son was born the same year as the Holy Maiden. The Goddess Amora and the God Zelmot were bitter enemies, constantly at war; after suffering a close defeat, Zelmot created a curse that would torment all future Holy Maidens. As if to spite the goddess of fertility, Zelmot stained her beloved daughters with the curse of infertility. In revenge, Amora cursed the Divine Son of Zelmot. He would become enchanted and fall deeply in love with the Holy Maiden, eventually growing insane with their love towards her. The ancient texts rumoured that if the Divine Son lost to the Holy Maiden, he would become a female forever devoted to the Maiden. But if the Holy Maiden were to lose, she would lose her ability to use magic and become frail and hideous, like a monster. When the Divine Church of Justice learned of this truth, they began to hunt down ALL that displayed similarities with the Holy Maiden; this dark period of the Empire... Its given name was "The Purge of the Red Moon" After its 3,000-year history, the Kingdom has failed to protect and save a single Holy Maiden from death, abuse, torture or torment. Their only achievement was to stop the Divine Son from being the killer. In contrast, the Empire still worships the Divine Son's return each time one is born. At this moment, the Empire rode away, convinced of another victory. However, a female figure shambled forward with bated breath and a broken heart. Regina El Ignis, heiress of Baron Maxim El Ignis. Lord of the small village and land surrounding Ignia, bordering the Empire. She stumbled forward, Taking her first steps as the Holy Maiden of Scarlet Flames. "Alceste, my beloved... can you hear my lament, feel my love for you as I cut down our enemies?" The maiden stands on a pile of burnt corpses, her body twirling as if dancing on their corpses, a twisted smile upon her face. Armed with a giant black sword and scarlet flames, seven women wielding various magic accompany her as she steps forward like a fairy of brutal death. "They call me the Scarlet Empress of Obsession..." "However, My dear witches of calamity! I became Empress only for you~."

The night should have been steeped in darkness, but instead, the heavens blazed. A second sun rose over the Kingdom of Eldoria, bathing the land in ethereal gold. Flowers bloomed in an instant, their petals unfurling as if reaching for an unseen deity. The animals of the Whispering Woods stirred, their cries rising in eerie harmony. It was a sign. A rare omen. A child of the elements had been born. But not one child—two. Inside the Dravenhart estate, hidden deep within the forest, screams shattered the unnatural stillness. Lady Althea Dravenhart clung to the sweat-drenched sheets, her body wracked with the agony of bringing life into the world. The midwife gasped as the first child was placed in her arms. A strong boy, his tiny hand clenched into a fist. And there it was—the mark of the elements, inked onto his shoulder like a birthright. An earth elemental. Lord Cassius Dravenhart, Commander of Eldoria’s armies, allowed himself a breath of relief. His son would live. His son would be accepted. But then came the second cry, softer, yet undeniable. Another babe, smaller, delicate. The midwife hesitated as she turned the child over, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on the impossible. The mark. The same symbol of power, only this time, glowing like liquid silver against baby-soft skin. A girl. Terror seized Cassius’s chest. His hands, calloused from years of war, clenched into fists. Female elementals were forbidden—killed on sight. It was a decree, a law upheld for centuries. He should take his sword, end it before anyone found out. But the moment his gaze fell upon the child’s face, his heart twisted violently. Those eyes, still barely open, were his wife’s. The softness of her cheeks, the delicate fingers—she was his blood, his daughter. The midwife’s lips parted, horror dawning in her gaze. “It cannot be—” Steel sliced through the air. Blood splattered the wooden floors as the midwife’s body crumpled. Cassius stood over her, sword still gripped in his shaking hand. The only sound in the room was Althea’s sobs, muffled against the newborn cradled to her chest. His daughter. A forbidden child. Cassius turned, his voice rough with command. “We tell no one. She died at birth.” Althea’s watery gaze met his. “And when they come looking?” “They won’t.” With blood staining his hands, Cassius lifted the child and held her close. He would not let the world take her. Not the kingdom. Not the king. Not the laws written by men who knew nothing of what it meant to love a child beyond all reason. Selene Dravenhart was born in secret, beneath a second sun. And no one—no one—would ever know. But fate is a cruel mistress. And secrets have a way of unraveling.

"Why is life so painful?" Since her earliest childhood, Mia has known only poverty and injustice, trapped in a life marked by pain and hardships. Every day, she fights to survive in a world that seems to offer no escape. But a terrible accident changes everything. Just when all seems lost, Mia wakes up in a strange, desolate place, bathed in cold, oppressive light. Standing before her is an enigmatic reaper, a spectral figure shrouded in mystery. He tells her there’s been a mistake: her time has not yet come. However, returning to her world of suffering is the last thing Mia wants. Why go back if it means reliving the same nightmare? Sensing her reluctance, the reaper makes her an offer: a chance to start over, to erase the injustices, and claim a better life. But at what cost? As the reaper's intentions remain unclear, Mia finds herself at a crossroads. Should she accept this strange pact, risking losing a part of herself? Or should she choose to abandon this fight, finally surrendering to the eternal embrace of death? Prepare for a heart-wrenching journey, blending hope, sacrifice, and redemption. Alongside reapers, angels, and demons, Mia must face not only the world but also the darkness within herself. And you —will you dare to follow her on this journey where every choice can break your heart?

Legends fade into echoes of the past, but some whispers linger—whispers of death. Li Xin was once a name that echoed through the martial world—a blade that carved through destiny itself. But those days are long gone. Now, he lives in quiet obscurity, selling steam buns in a nameless town, content to let the world pass him by. Yet the past is never truly buried. A letter from an old master, a stolen sword bathed in blood, and whispers of an ashen blade begin to stir. Fate is calling him back. But some ghosts do not seek redemption—only vengeance.

In a mystical forest bathed in moonlight, an extraordinary young girl named Liuli emerges, reborn into a world of wonder and danger. At just seven or eight years old, she possesses an ethereal beauty: flowing blue hair, delicate features, and a calm strength that belies her tender age. Perched atop a sleek black panther named Xiao Hei, her loyal companion, she journeys through a land shrouded in mystery. Guided by her innate connection to water magic, Liuli discovers the enigmatic Dark Water Pool, a shimmering lake radiating an otherworldly blue light. With grace that defies nature, she walks across its surface, her very presence resonating with the magical energies within. There, she hones her water manipulation skills, drawing strength from the elemental forces that dance and play around her, bonding with them in an almost playful harmony. As dawn breaks and sunlight graces her serene figure, Liuli feels the surge of power within her-a sign she is on the brink of advancing her magical abilities. She returns to her humble forest home, a cozy cave she has transformed into a sanctuary. By day, Xiao Hei hunts for sustenance while Liuli tends to their shared life, crafting order and warmth in their secluded haven. But this peaceful existence masks a deeper destiny. Liuli's quiet strength and growing power hint at a purpose far greater than survival. With every step, she draws closer to unlocking the secrets of her rebirth and the truth about the mysterious forces that tether her to this magical world. A tale of resilience, discovery, and the unbreakable bond between a girl and her panther, The Rebirth of Liuli is a story of magic, courage, and the pursuit of one's destiny.

You shouldn’t read this novel. This is not a tale of righteousness, nor a saga of noble heroes. This is the story of a world bathed in blood, where morality is a fleeting illusion and the strong devour the weak without remorse. There are no destined saviour's, no grand prophecies, only an eternal struggle where life is cheap, and death is a whisper away. Fēng Zūn Jìng was born in darkness, shaped by betrayal, and baptized in carnage. He walks the path of demons, unchained by mercy, unburdened by guilt. In a world where heaven turns a blind eye and hell welcomes all, he will carve his name into eternity—with screams, with suffering, with the lamentations of the fallen. You think you can handle this story? Think again. This is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who seek comfort in happy endings. The horrors of human nature, the cruelty of fate, and the abyss of despair lie ahead. Turn back now, before it’s too late. But if you truly believe yourself strong enough… then step forward, and embrace the darkness.

Leon Dryden was born into nobility, the cherished son of a powerful warrior family. Gifted with talent beyond his years, he was destined for greatness. But Leon is no ordinary child. In his past life, he was a one-armed general—a hardened warrior who led armies, bathed in blood, and died on the battlefield. Though his memories are fragmented, his instincts remain. The weight of a sword, the dance of battle—these things are imprinted deep within his soul. Now reborn in a peaceful kingdom that has abandoned war, Leon struggles with the weakness of childhood, haunted by flashes of a past he can’t fully recall. As he grows, his instincts awaken, drawing the attention of nobles, warriors, and forces far beyond his control. With his father’s training, his sister’s rivalry, and the looming presence of magic—Leon must forge his own path. Will he become the protector this world needs? Or will the echoes of his past drag him back into the darkness of war?

Desperate for a mother's love led me to build my own miserable life. I was yearning for a mother's care and love which my father couldn't afford. I need a woman who I will call a mother, cook my food, bathe me, sing for me, and pet me. You may be asking me about my mother. yes, I never got to meet her. She died a few hours after my birth. I killed her and no one can convince me that I didn't because she died to save me. So I grew up with my dad and also a nurse. Mrs. Theresa took care of me till I was four years old. My Dad was trying his best to make me happy. He wastes his precious time with me, and he takes me out every weekend. He made sure that I did not lack anything. He's wealthy and owns many investments. Therefore, I didn't lack anything. But! Something was missing, guess what it was, a mother's love and care. Thus, it was the reason why I was different from others. My life was different.

When you've lived a life veiled by the most mediocre illusions, the highs and lows that eventually confront you feel even more impactful. This story is of a boy, who unbeknownst to himself, is a catalyst in a war much grander than his troubles, and even his existence. Leaving behind a mother who challenged forces beyond her comprehension, for a lineage that hasn't seen the light ever since it stepped into the abyss. This is a journey of discovery, love, deceit, and pursuit of the truth.

In a world where fire and destiny intertwine, Vihan, a warrior forged in the flames of betrayal, carries the weight of his past like an unshakable shadow. Haunted by a love that turned to ash, he has spent years fighting battles that could never truly heal him. When a vision of an ethereal woman—a healer bathed in gold and sapphire—pierces the veil of his dreams, everything he thought he knew begins to crumble. Aaravi has spent her life giving—her hands mending wounds, her voice soothing the lost, her heart offering warmth to those who never returned it. She has healed warriors, kings, and strangers alike, yet no one has ever stopped to see her. When a fire-bound soul enters her dreams, calling her to a fate she cannot ignore, she begins to question whether she, too, is meant to be saved. As their paths draw ever closer, Vihan and Aaravi find themselves caught in a force greater than themselves—a connection woven in the unseen threads of fate. But the past is not so easily left behind. Ghosts of former loves, burdens carried for too long, and a world on the brink of change threaten to tear them apart before they ever have the chance to truly collide. Bound by fire, healed by love, and tested by destiny, can two souls who have only ever given to others finally take for themselves? Eclipse of Fire & Wings is a fantasy romantic adventure filled with passion, fate, and the unbreakable bond between a warrior and a healer who must first heal themselves before they can claim each other.