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Rhyme Anima

Soul God Dominates the Mortal World

What happens when, along his journey, a powerful god suddenly becomes curious about mortal life—a life he’s never experienced? How thrilling would it be when a god, born as a god, suddenly decides—on a whim—to descend into the world of men and indulge in the pleasures of mortal existence…? [A/N: Author is a transcendent daoist of culture and a firm believer in Milf supremacy!] A mighty, ancient god… The God of Souls—Deus Anima! Ambushed by Zeus, the so-called Heavenly Emperor— A maniacal tyrant who seeks to kill and destroy any existence he deems a rival. Wounded, cornered, and left without a means to reincarnate… He suddenly remembered a certain world. A world he saved from utter destruction exactly eighty-three years ago. A world he sealed and tucked away in a special plane of his divine dimension. Upon arriving, what he found shocked him— The Soul Species he treasured most were on the brink of extinction. But fate wasn’t done with him just yet. Among the dying embers of that world… Two souls shone brilliantly. Two souls that met his standards. And so… it begins. Not a path to power—because he’s already powerful beyond comprehension— But a journey through planes and dimensions… Hunting and killing gods. Building his first ever harem in a world were he's worshiped as the one true God... * A/N: Due to plot and the unique nature of his rebirth, smut scenes will begin around chapters 27–35. Once they begin— It’s back-to-back carnage and carnal pleasure, blended with intense action! This plot has depth, heat, and heavenly thighs. I promise—the wait is worth it! Excerpt: “In every Soul, there is a Universe! And in that universe—you are king! And when you are king… you give the law. Every being must bow to it!” “Zeus… you made a grave mistake. You dared to go against me—do you not realize that I am the unspoken ruler of your empire… of the entire Heavenly Plane!?” “Worry not. For I will return. And when I do… I’ll take your head. One by one, I’ll slaughter every last hypocritical god and angel!” “I am the only law. The king of Rebirth and Reincarnation! You really thought… I would die so easily!?” A voice echoed through a space so dark and vast it seemed infinite. Ethereal. Divine. Mystical. But little did he know— Not everything… is what it seems. Follow the Soul Mancer, God of Souls, as he embarks on a journey across planes— Slaying gods, enchanting beauties, and unleashing divine retribution upon heaven itself. Milfs, mortal maidens, and mature vixens beware. #SMUT ✓ Check #Domineering MC ✓ Check #Overpowered ✓ Check #Dark & Gritty ✓ Check #Character Development ✓ Check #OP MC ✓ Check #R18+ ✓ Check #Harem Building ✓ Check #Magic & Mayhem ✓ Check #Reincarnation ✓✓ Double Check Alternative Titles: Rise of the Ancient God of Souls Deus Anima: Rise of the Soul Sovereign God of Souls Ascending This book is entered into the WPC! So please— Read, Vote, Review, And recommend to your cultured friends. Let them experience divinity... one steamy chapter at a time. DISCORD SERVER! https://discord.gg/FnYXhK3A
Overinspired_Chef · 132.5K Views

When Fantasy Glitches

What happens when reality starts to bug out and your life as you know it is flipped upside down? Anomalies that couldn't possibly exist start to pop out of nowhere. This was the exact situation Magnus found himself in after a bizarre glitch yanked him from his own universe and tossed him into another. In this new, fantastical world brimming with magic and supernatural phenomena, Magnus's unexpected arrival landed him in possession of the Command Console, a tool that seems to be able to edit almost anything. With it, Magnus creates a variety of supernatural abilities that defy all common sense, even in a world of fantasy. Whether it was one that granted him truly endless strength or the ability to create detailed simulations of reality within his own mind, anything was possible. But Magnus isn't the only instance of such logic-defying abilities. All over the world, glitches are starting to manifest in weird ways: a brick that could knock anything unconscious with a single touch, a child whose perception of the world could affect reality, or even a woman who was, inexplicably, everyone's mother—there seemed to be no rhyme or reason behind any of them. When faced with all of these chaotic elements, Magnus comes to a decision. "Alright, if these are all glitches, then I'll simply have to be the one to fix them." Release Schedule: Monday, Wednesday & Friday. (Around 7:11 PM Eastern Standard Time) - This novel is also being posted on Royalroad, and can be read here; https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/84118/when-fantasy-glitches The Royalroad version is 10 Chapters ahead and has the original format.
BrokenWorld · 204.2K Views

London Undercurrent: Psychic Walker

Under the misty and historically sedimented surface of London, there is a hidden current that ordinary people cannot imagine. Eighteen year old Alan Shaw grew up at the "Herbal Hall" Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown, East London, and was raised by a mysterious grandfather. He leads an ordinary to almost boring life: helping his grandfather manage the pharmacy during the day, smelling the fragrance of licorice and angelica; At night, they sweat and move cold goods in the dock warehouse. Fatigue is his norm, and occasionally when his fingertips brush over metal or candlelight, the fleeting strange "flowing sensation" is also attributed to his own overwork or nerve sensitivity. Grandfather's warning - 'Hide yourself, don't reveal anything special' - is the iron rule of his life. However, on a foggy midnight, fate rudely tore open the curtain of his peaceful life. On the shortcut in the abandoned shipyard area, Allen was dragged into the darkness by a sound that was not a human fight: the wild beast like roar tore apart the silence, and the metallic roar carried a piercing chill. Curiosity and an indescribable pull overwhelmed his fear of the unknown, leading him into the depths of the shadows of the steel ruins. There, he witnessed an unimaginable sight: a pale and swift ghostly figure ( Blood Clan ) engaged in a fierce battle with a muscular and partially beastly strong man ( Werewolf ) under the moonlight. Their power transcends the boundaries of physics, as blood light and claws pierce through thick fog. Even more deadly, a wild werewolf out of control sensed his gaze and charged straight towards him! At the critical moment, the suppressed and vaguely perceived "energy" in Allen's body fluctuated uncontrollably, like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly disrupting the invisible force field of the entire battlefield. This unexpected energy ripple not only exposed him, but also attracted the intervention of a mysterious woman who claimed to be the Guardian, Lena White. Her appearance saved Allen, but also plunged him completely into the hidden abyss known as' The Veiled World 'beneath the glamorous facade of London. Alan finally realized that the "energy" he perceived was the power of the origin of all things - Anima. Those who are born or awakened, able to perceive, absorb, and use spiritual energy like him, are called Animates. In this world, wizards weave arcades, witches communicate with nature, vampires (a blood race that claims to be the "Crimson Council") thirst for eternal life, werewolves (following the ancient "Silver Moon Oath") roar under the moon, and various forces such as alchemists, Druids, and psychic warriors maintain a fragile balance under ancient rules, hiding together in mortal society. And what broke this balance and caused a bloody storm was a mysterious organization called 'Ouroboros'. They crazily chased after the nine legendary Prime Glyphs left by ancient beings, each representing a subversive and almost world rule-based way of using spiritual energy, such as the "Weaving of Life" that manipulates life, the "Anchor Point of Time and Space" that interferes with time and space, and the "Return of All Things" that devours all things... They are powerful enough to rewrite reality and the ultimate treasure coveted by all ambitious people.
HCAH · 25.7K Views

The Mafia Boss Calls Me His Little Ancestor

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.
Js_Hs_0149 · 54.6K Views

Moonbound: A Hunter’s Oath

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
UglyDog · 5.7K Views
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