Daredevil Primal Scream

Kael, a reclusive and antisocial man, died alone in his apartment, consumed by frustration and regret. But his tale didn't end in darkness. Reborn in the unforgiving world of Eridoria, where the law of the jungle reigned supreme and apes were eerily absent, Kael found himself in the body of a lion cub with a unique bloodline. This was no ordinary rebirth; he was a lion unlike any other. Thrust into the complex web of pride dynamics and social hierarchy, Kael must navigate treacherous alliances, rivalries, and his own primal instincts. With a fierce determination burning within, he sets his sights on a singular goal: to claim the title of the ultimate King. Warning: R18, incest, harem, neutral/dark/ruthless MC, violence.

—I, Ethan Garland, of the Blue Crescent pack, reject you, Isla Swan, as my destined mate. —I, Isla Swan, accept your rejection. At that moment, I hear a scream from Ethan, as darkness envelops me. In my mind, only one question: What the hell just happened? His muffled words echo in my head as if I were dreaming: —It’s not supposed to be like this, she’s just a human, her rejection shouldn’t affect me, I’m an ALPHA

Zukhanyi has lived a life carved in shadows, her hands stained by a fire she never meant to light. Naledi carries scars she never asked for, protecting a secret that changed her forever. When their paths cross in a quiet village outside Durban, what begins as survival becomes something far deeper — love, built in silence, cemented in truth. Together, they create Embers & Ash, a charcoal business built with strategy, sacrifice, and secrecy. But as they rise, the world begins to notice — and so do those who want to see them fall. Haunted by their pasts, hunted by corrupt officials, and bound by a love that refuses to break, Zukhanyi and Naledi must decide: keep hiding, or burn everything down to protect what they’ve built. In a world where truth is dangerous and love is rebellion, silence may be the only weapon left.

Varnok, the legendary Primal Fiend, awakens after eons of imprisonment in the world's core. Once an immortal tyrant who ruled through three mighty clans; Valor, Song, and Shadow. He was defeated by his brother Aetherion in a battle that shattered the world into seven continents. Now the world has evolved beyond recognition. Magic and technology have fused into "mana-tech," ancient empires have become "dungeons," and his brother rules from the shadows. Weakened but determined, Varnok must navigate this new reality while rebuilding his power. With the ability to permanently erase anything from existence, he begins his journey to reclaim what was lost. But as he encounters the concepts he once rejected "compassion, loyalty, even love" the question becomes: will he restore his dark empire, or will he become something more? In a world where the strong make the rules, the most dangerous predator has returned to hunt. ------------------------------------------------------- DISCORD: discord.gg/5wvHbnQevr

"When a weak boy becomes the greatest sin in the universes, the legend begins. In worlds ruled by rigid class systems and sects warring between light and shadows, emerges Korgami—an outcasted teenager destined to uncover a buried secret that will change the fate of all. After discovering his true power as the 'Dark King,' he embarks on a journey that tears through dimensions, seeking the true meaning of his power and the primal essence of darkness within him. A voyage across interdimensional academies, mirrored realms, and existential trials. Where sins are redefined, chains are shattered, and an untold ending is written. An epic fantasy novel about power, destiny, and the search for truth in the heart of darkness."

In the war-ravaged kingdom of Eldara, dragons are no longer just beasts — they are kings. The most feared among them, King Vaerion, has ruled the skies for a millennium with blood and fire. When Liora, a frail slave girl with a hidden gift, is offered as a tribute to calm his fury, she expects to be burned alive. But the Dragon King does not kill her. He claims her. Beneath the dark cliffs of his obsidian palace, Liora is thrust into a world of brutal desire, ancient magic, and political war. But she is no longer powerless. A dragon’s bond awakens something inside her — something primal, something unstoppable. And when the world threatens to steal her freedom again, she will rise. Even if she has to burn it all.

The whole crowd erupts, screams, and cheers at the same time, and the commentator screams,"WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE ACE FROM JUN MÙCHÉN. HOW DOES HE DO THIS AND THAT ON ONE HP, WITH THIS CLUTCH JUN MÙCHÉN PUTS HIS TEAM JUST ONE ROUND FROM WINNING THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP." At the same time the commentator screams, they are showing the replay of how Jun Mùchén killed the whole enemy team on the big screen above the players. Jun Mùchén gets hit from a grenade in the wide open in the middle of the B site. After he gets hit, he survives it with one health left. Immediately after, a flashbang gets thrown. Jun Mùchén hears the sound of it and rushes his mouse over his mouse pad with incredible speed to avoid getting hit by the grenade. Immediately after the grenade goes off, he flicks his mouse back toward the first player running out of the hallway. He stops perfectly on the enemy´s head and kills him with a headshot. Right after he kills the first guy, he hears someone walking behind him out of a little door. His mouse flies over his mouse pad with unbelievable speed and stops perfectly on the enemy`s head again and Kills Him with a Headshot.

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

A group of rookie adventurers enter an ancient tomb in the hopes finding treasure Within they found something priceless but it is not something they expected Within lay an egg that held a species that existed since life began A species wiped out long ago A species that only lives in tales, songs and legends A species that can become more powerful than any other With the opening of the tomb the adventurers will release this creature out into the world They will release me into their world In my past life I was powerless and abused Now I can become more powerful than any other And I am very hungry...

Everyone thinks they know her. But no one knows what she hides. Behind her quiet eyes burns a silence too loud to speak. Behind her gentle smile, memories she never asked to keep. Phoenix was never meant to break. But some wounds don’t bleed. Some cries are never heard. A forgotten birthday. A closed door. A scream swallowed in the dark. The world moves on. But she carries every moment. In a home where love fades behind raised voices, In a world that praises strength but never sees the fall, She’s just trying to breathe without being noticed. But even the quietest fire still burns. This is not a story of rescue. This is a story of survival....

In this world, women dominate everything. The reason for that? Ether A primal source of energy in this modern fantasy world that could only be wielded by women. This created a matriarchal society in which men were below women. But amongst this, Brandon found a way to use this Ether, and heck, he can even copy skills from other women? However, nothing in this world is free. Even Heaven demands death. So his powers also came with a peculiar condition... ------------------------- Additional tags: R-18 | SMUT | NO NTR | NO YURI It starts a bit slow at first... hang in there :) Schedule: 2 chaps a day

In the ancient land of Solvarya, every soul is bound to a primal Vein — fire, wind, water, shadow, and more. These elements define strength, clan, and destiny.

Alpha Cassian was once feared and revered, a warrior who led his pack with unwavering strength. But when his mate was killed, a part of him died with her. For years, he ruled in solitude, convinced that the Moon Goddess had cursed him to walk alone. Love was a weakness he could not afford, and his heart remained closed off, his pack growing colder under his reign. That changes the night he is forced to attend the Omega auction. Among the trembling, discarded she-wolves stands her—a fragile yet defiant woman whose scent awakens something primal inside him. She is his mate. His second chance. But Cassian refuses to believe in fate a second time. The omega, once cast out for being wolfless, is sold to him against her will. In his world, she is nothing—a burden, a mistake. Yet, despite his rejection, she refuses to cower. As threats rise within the pack and outside forces scheme against them, Cassian is forced to protect her, even as he resists the bond pulling him closer. But fate is relentless, and when she is taken from him, Cassian will have to decide—will he risk his heart once more, or will he lose his mate for a second time? *** “Let me go,” she whispered, her lips quivering as tears rolled down her cheeks. He said he hated her—so why wasn’t he letting her go? Cassian’s eyes darkened at the sight of her tears. Without a second thought, he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “What if I don’t?” he murmured, his voice rough with an emotion he refused to name. Her intoxicating scent clouded his thoughts, stirring something primal within him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Yet, with her, every instinct rebelled against reason. “Because you don’t love me,” she choked out, her hands trembling against his chest. “And if you don’t, then you have no right to keep me.” She was right. Then why did the thought of separation pierce his heart like a blade? "Then why doesn't your body feel same. Infact it's screaming at me to touch you there" his voice sultry as he moved his hand down south. **** Add the book to library. Drop votes and reviews. Support the author with your endless love DAILY UPDATES STARTS FROM 1st MAY

One Click Changed Everything. Zayan Malik Was Just A Regular Guy With A Habit Of Clicking Every Shady Pop-Up Ad He Saw. But This Time, Instead Of Getting A Virus, He Got Something Much Worse—a System. Not A Normal System, Though. This One Sends Him Daily Missions Like “Hug A Policeman,” “Scream I’M A BANANA In Public,” Or “Flirt With Your Boss And Run.” While Other Heroes Get Swords, Spells, Or Super Strength, Zayan Gets Coupons, Cringe, And Public Humiliation. Now, With His Life Turned Into A Daily Reality Show Of Chaos, He Has One Goal: Figure Out Who Installed This Glitchy Nightmare And Why It's Ruining His Life—One Embarrassing Mission At A Time. Because Sometimes, The Wrong System… Might Be Exactly What The World Needs.

After eons of silence, the Creator himself descends... not as a king, but as a beggar. In the filth-choked gutters of Orivalt, where gods feast on mortals and kings sell souls for gold, a new force rises — a weakling named Ravi, broken, starving, unblessed. But hidden behind those shattered eyes is something ancient. Something... divine. He is the Original. The Architect. The forgotten God who forged reality itself. Stripped of his omnipotence, Ravi must crawl through the grime of his own failed creation. He will feel every cut, every betrayal, and every scream as he delivers brutal, soul-crushing justice — not with sermons... but with slaughter. With each step, he reshapes the world, gaining loyal followers, feared enemies, and a dangerous harem of deadly women drawn to his merciless might and unknowable allure. The age of mercy has ended. Now begins... The Slum God's Decree.

Synopsis: My life was ruined in a single second. One second where I, Lana Renata, just wanted to step outside for a moment. One second where I slipped… on cat poop. And in the next second, I woke up in a world I didn’t recognize. I thought it was a dream—until I saw corpses everywhere. Elves, werewolves, and other creatures lay covered in blood. Before I could scream or run, two long-haired white elves grabbed my hands and dragged me to the wedding altar, their swords still dripping with blood. WAIT! NO!... I DON’T WANT THIS!... Hello, everyone! This book is participating in WSA 2025! Your support means a lot, so I truly appreciate it. Thank you! ((Support me and follow me on X and Instagram at 'Delilad Trenna'!))

Warning: This novel contains gore. You've been warned. When does someone become a monster? When they kill another human? Or perhaps when they turn into a beast obsessed with blood? Simple—you don’t become one. You’re born as one. The thrill in every scream, the pleasure in every sob, the satisfaction in every murder—that is what it means to be a monster. But... what would happen if a monster were unleashed in a peaceful world? Arthur. The greatest—and worst—assassin of all time. No one knows his face. Only legends. Only records of brutally slaughtered victims. A case with no answers. Only one thing is certain: once you become his target, you’d better savor your last days alive.

It started on a rainy Tuesday. Alex was just heading home when he saw her — a girl with long, wavy brown hair, soaked in rain, standing at the campus gate with blood on her hands and a knife in her grip. He should’ve run. But something made him stay. She didn’t scream. She cried — silent, shaking — and kept stabbing whatever was beneath her. The body had pink hair, now matted with blood and rain, sprawled at her feet like something that should’ve stayed buried. Then — his phone beeped. She looked up. Eyes empty and wild. And she walked toward him. “Turn it off,” she whispered. “Before they hear us.”

His system is limitless. His path is uncharted. His rise will shake the heavens. Zashirmiq awakens the Omni Nexium, a boundless system that allows him to absorb and evolve all forms of energy: Primal, Chaos, Cosmic, and Void. In a shattered world overrun by beasts and Hollowed Humans, the system becomes his key to ascend. But survival is only the beginning. From a fallen city to distant galaxies and divine realms, Zashirmiq climbs the Seven Heavens, and pushes beyond, where no being has ever set foot. At his side stand powerful companions, each bound to his growth, spirit, and love. Together, they will reshape worlds, defy fate, and challenge the very fabric of reality.

Lance Mercer's life is painfully normal. He works IT support in a basement office where printers scream, coworkers cry over Bluetooth, and lunch is a rotating tragedy of lukewarm noodles and existential dread. He's got a dog named Dario, a cursed coffee addiction, and a daily goal of making it to 5:01 PM without committing a felony. Then he buys milk. Now he's being hunted by unmarked helicopters, cultists in cow masks, and possibly the U.S. government. Reality keeps glitching when he sneezes, his dog might be telepathic, and there's a chance he's bonded with an ancient cosmic dairy god. He just wanted cereal. (Inspired by DanDaDan and Parasyte: The Maxim)

> They say time heals all wounds—but what if time is the wound itself? Ayat was never meant to be broken. But when your past haunts you louder than your present, survival becomes just another form of pain. Trapped between a silent scream and the ache of memories that won't fade, she clings to the one thing that once felt safe—his arms. But safety never lasts. Agony is a psychological drama about guilt, trauma, and the quiet war inside a girl who looks fine—but is falling apart, piece by piece.

At Camp Half-Blood, no wars rage, no prophecies threaten—only desire simmers beneath the surface. When eighteen-year-old Percy Jackson arrives, peace reigns… but temptation rules. Surrounded by powerful, intoxicating daughters of gods—fierce Lisa, seductive Giselle, cunning Annabeth, and more—Percy finds himself the spark in a camp ready to ignite. Every glance lingers, every touch teases, and in a world of divine blood and primal hunger, Percy must learn to control more than just his powers—he must survive the heat of being the only flame among goddesses ready to burn. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Where passion is prophecy.

Before time itself, two cosmic brothers shaped existence, one creating life, the other seeking to undo it. A primal struggle echoes through eternity, sealed by a sacrifice, yet weakening with every passing orbit. A prophecy whispers of a 'younger brother' destined to confront the ancient darkness once more.

"The most primal human desire isn’t money or fame—it’s the will to live." I shared that desire once But death claimed me. As I thought that was the end, I woke up not in heaven or hell But inside the last novel I read. Not as the hero Not even as a sidekick. But as the "Disgraced One" The guy meant to be forgotten —an outcast Was I disappointed? Not really. After all, the protagonist is destined to win. All I had to do was stay out of the way, survive, and let him handle the final boss. At least, that’s what I thought... But the system dropped a bombshell on me with a revelation.

The king is dead. The capital burns. And the last heir to the throne is running for her life. In the forests of one of the five great states, a boy raised in solitude lives unaware of the world… until an arrow and a scream change his fate. He knows nothing of castles or bloodlines, but when he sees a girl chased by bandits, instinct forces him to act. Unwittingly, he becomes the guardian of a secret that could alter the future of Argenmaris. And with it… an enemy to all who seek power. A tale of war, survival, and loyalty. When the king falls... the true battle begins.

The end is not coming, it's already here, clawing its way from the shadowed corners of a world broken by humanity's own wickedness. A cataclysmic darkness, born of our deepest fears made manifest, rises to consume all. The shattered remnants of a sacred order fight a desperate, hopeless battle against a tide of monstrous, supernatural horrors, their valiant efforts swallowed by the encroaching nightmare. Even as they desperately cling to the flickering light, a terrifying power is unleashed, a chilling revelation of humanity's self-inflicted damnation, a fate sealed in blood and shadowed despair. Their struggle for survival is a terrifying dance with death, a final, agonizing scream swallowed by the suffocating darkness before the world is plunged into an eternity of chilling silence. The battle for survival is far from over, and the fate of the world hangs precariously in the balance.

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.