Dennou Coil

n the heart of a sprawling metropolis, where neon lights cast long shadows over forgotten ruins, Ezra Vale stumbles upon a relic that should have remained lost to time—an ornate artifact inscribed with cryptic symbols, pulsing with an eerie glow. The moment his fingers brush against it, his world fractures. Nightmarish visions consume his mind. Whispers of an ancient, malevolent deity coil around his thoughts. And worst of all—his body is no longer his alone.

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." A writer finds herself trapped in the fictional world she created. ----- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

In the technologically advanced city of Sai Io, Zin, a brilliant but driven mech pilot, dreams of conquering the prestigious Iron Fist League (IFL) VR League. Fueled by his strategic genius and a burning desire to prove himself, he meticulously hones his skills, drawing inspiration from the electrifying Quantum Cup matches. However, Zin's path is complicated by vivid, premonitory dreams of a future space battle, haunted by a mysterious symbol—a serpent coiled around a sword—and the looming threat of "Nemesis." As Zin pushes his limits in the virtual arena, refining his tactics and mastering his mech, the lines between his dreams and reality begin to blur. The symbol, a chilling harbinger of an unknown danger, starts to manifest within his games, hinting at a connection between his dreams and the IFL VR League. With his loyal team—Kai, Ren, and Maya—by his side, Zin must unravel the enigma of his dreams while striving to achieve victory in the league, all while preparing for a future that may hold more than just virtual challenges.

you must make a choice.” Kuragami’s mind spun. The overwhelming power surged through him, coiling like a sleeping dragon, waiting to be awakened. His mother was in danger. His people were suffering. And here he was—powerless. But now, he had a choice. The gods had abandoned him. The humans had turned their backs on him. The demons called him their prince. Was he ready to accept the darkness? Would he embrace his true heritage? As the battlefield burned and the heavens trembled, Kuragami clenched his fists, his voice steady. “I refuse to be weak.” The Demon God’s laughter echoed through his soul. “Then rise, Demon Prince. Your destiny begins now.” A black aura exploded from within him, shaking the very fabric of reality. His body burned with newfound strength, his vision sharp, his senses heightened. And for the first time in his two lives… He was no longer powerless. --- Betrayed, murdered, and torn away from his only family, Johnny’s life ended in despair. But fate had other plans. Reborn as Kuragami, the son of a fallen goddess and the Demon King, he awakens in a world of gods, demons, and war. Haunted by his past and driven by vengeance, Kuragami swears never to be weak again. In a world where power is absolute, he must navigate divine conspiracies, ancient prophecies, and his own dark lineage. As he unlocks terrifying abilities, the gods mark him as a threat, and the demons claim him as their prince. But Kuragami has only one goal—become strong enough to uncover the truth behind his past and protect the people he loves. When the war between gods and demons erupts once more, will he stand as a savior… or embrace the darkness within?

Synopsis: A war-torn kingdom. A prophecy lost to time. A fate neither of them can escape. Zyra Valeris was meant to die. Marked at birth by an ancient curse, she was abandoned to the shadows, her existence erased by those who feared what she might become. But fate had other plans. The night the blood moon rises, Zyra’s dormant powers awaken, and with them, a bond she cannot sever—one that ties her to Kieran Duskbane, the ruthless Shadow King. Kieran has ruled the kingdom of Noctis with an iron will, his name whispered in fear. Cursed by the gods and bound to darkness, he swore never to take a mate—until Zyra crashes into his world, a storm of fire and defiance, awakening a primal hunger he cannot control. The prophecy speaks of a queen who will either save or destroy the world. As war brews and old enemies rise, Zyra and Kieran must decide: fight their fate or embrace the connection that could either break them… or make them unstoppable. But fate is cruel, and love has never been more dangerous. ------- Context: Zyra has just awakened her celestial fire for the first time while trying to escape Kieran. But the moment their bond activates, everything changes. ------- Excerpt: The night bled red. Zyra’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands trembling as golden fire licked up her arms. The earth beneath her feet cracked from the force of her awakening magic. She had never felt power like this—searing, endless, alive. But she was not alone. A dark presence loomed behind her, and when she turned, her entire body locked in place. Kieran Duskbane. The Shadow King stood mere feet away, his gaze locked onto her with something between fury and hunger. Midnight tendrils of darkness coiled around him like living smoke, shifting as though eager to swallow her whole. The moment their eyes met, the world shuddered. A force—ancient and inescapable—snapped into place between them. Heat ignited beneath Zyra’s skin, foreign and all-consuming. She staggered, clutching her chest, where an invisible thread now tied her to the man before her. His expression darkened. “No.” His voice was raw, almost furious. “This isn’t possible.” Zyra’s vision blurred as pain lanced through her body, a tidal wave of emotions that were not hers. Rage. Hunger. Longing. Him. “No,” he growled again, as if denying fate itself. But it was too late. The bond had sealed. And in that moment, Zyra knew two undeniable truths: She was bound to the most dangerous man in existence. And no matter how hard she fought… she would never escape him. ---

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

Nate’s POV: The Beast Awakens The burning started in my chest—subtle at first, like a dull ache, but it quickly spread like wildfire. My vision blurred, and every nerve in my body screamed. Not now. Not here. I stumbled back, gripping my arms as the pain intensified. It felt like something inside me was tearing free, clawing its way to the surface. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the world around me dimmed. "Nate, stay with me!" Leona’s voice barely registered through the storm raging in my head. The heat surged, and with it, a primal force I couldn’t contain. My skin prickled, muscles twisting and bones cracking as fur erupted along my arms. My hands... no, claws now, dug into the dirt. My nails were black, curved, and razor-sharp. A deep, guttural growl escaped my throat, one I didn’t recognize as my own. "Nate!" Leona yelled again, stepping closer. Brave, or stupid. Maybe both. I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. Her fear hit me like a wave—but behind it, there was something else. Trust. “Stay back,” I growled, my voice layered with something... inhuman. My lips curled back, revealing sharp teeth. The beast wanted out. It wanted blood. But I wasn’t ready to give it everything. Not yet. With a shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand, claws flexing, muscles coiled like steel. I could feel the strength surging through me—powerful, untamed, and deadly. "You wanted a monster," I snarled, glaring at the enemy ahead. "You’ve got one." ---

MOUNTAIN SITTING IMMORTAL (MSI) A conduit of the great Dao happened to enter the grotto heaven called Earth. No one had been able to take ownership of this conduit for many years until Marvin came into contact with it.  Marvin met the requirement to use the conduit. This allowed him to begin his journey towards immortality.  The journey begins from transcending the first mortal coil at Body Forging to transcending the second at Energy Gathering, passing through the subsequent mortal coils, and hopefully to becoming a true immortal with eternal life. But the conduit is far more useful than helping a dying business tycoon gain another lease at life. It is also a conduit of great power.  This power and many more will be his as long as he continues to sit on his mountain and grows the mountain into a colossus. The mountain will bring him to greater heights and greater power.  This is the story of the Mountain Sitting Immortal. DISCORD: https://discord.com/invite/Ku2gqaHz

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

WSA 2025 Entry ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Proceed with caution. This is not your average fantasy adventure. Beware. I might as well trap you in my pages. --- "Run, little angel." His voice is velvet, edged with sin—soft enough to make her shiver, dark enough to make her obey. Ariel tries to move, to escape, to fight against the invisible chains pressing against her skin. But he’s already there. Behind her. Before her. Inside her mind. "You can’t leave. Not now. Not ever." His fingers trace the edges of her trembling lips. Heat coils around her wrists, his magic binding her without a single chain. "Say my name, Ariel. Whisper it, scream it, curse it—" his breath burns against her throat, "—but you will never forget it." She gasps as the weight of his words settles into her bones. And then he smiles. "Good girl."

At the edges of the World of Vunreon lies the skeleton of a Dragon. A being once revered by many titels, such as God of Dragons, the first Dragon, Ruler of Space and Time and master of the Void, he was now nothing more than a imposing sight. Though unbeknownst to his slayers, his soul that they shattered didn't fully die. Instead its countless shards dispersed across time and space, reincarnating each into a mortal coil. When their lives came to an end, they slowly joined back together. After countless millennia, the last of these lives came to an end and thus his soul awoke once more. Whole again but only a soul without a body, he has to start anew on his path to once more stand at the peak of creation. This is my first novel and english is not my first language, so criticism and corrections are always welcome. I do not own the cover

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*

In a world where power ruled and trust was a blade waiting to strike, Lu Yan walked alone. Not out of fear, not out of weakness, but because solitude had always been his greatest strength. As a plant summoner, the earth itself bowed to him. Forests obeyed his whispers, roots coiled at his command, and even the wildest of flora bent to his will. There was no need for allies—until he met them. Fan Zhi. Lila. Jian Mo. The strongest of the strong. A warrior whose blade could cleave mountains, a magician who wove destruction with a flick of her fingers, and his most trusted—his shadow—Jian Mo. Not a friend, not family, but the one person Lu Yan had allowed closest. Their strength was undeniable. Their presence, unavoidable. And so, for the first time, Lu Yan walked beside others. Together, they ventured into the final dungeon, an ancient ruin pulsing with power long lost to time. Every step deeper tested their skill, their will, their loyalty. They bled together, fought together, survived together. Or so he thought. The betrayal wasn’t reckless. It wasn’t obvious. It was precise, patient—rooted in greed, waiting for the perfect moment to surface. Every look, every word, every shared battle had been a thread in their web. They had studied him, learned the way he thought, anticipated his every move. They knew his strengths, but more importantly, they knew the weaknesses even he had overlooked. So when the final trial came, when the dungeon itself trembled with the weight of the power they had sought, the trap was already set. The air was thick with heat, the walls licked with molten fury, the ground unstable beneath their feet. And then, Jian Mo struck first. A blade—not of steel, but of something darker, something ancient—sank into Lu Yan’s back. A paralyzing force surged through him, seizing control of his body, locking his power away in an instant. The one person he had trusted most had known exactly how to sever him from his strength. Fan Zhi’s sword followed, slicing deep. Lila’s magic wrapped around him like a serpent, binding him in chains of searing energy. They had calculated every detail. No dramatic speeches, no arrogance—just cold, efficient betrayal. And then, without hesitation, they cast him into the abyss. The last thing he thought about was Jian Mo’s face, expression unreadable as the molten depths swallowed him whole. Pain. Fire that melted flesh, burned bone, and tore through his very essence. For the first time, Lu Yan truly knew what it meant to die. But fate was not done with him. In the heart of the inferno, something stirred. A force beyond comprehension. A power that did not belong to this world. The fire did not destroy him—it remade him. The pain became something else. Something worse. Something greater. Then, darkness. When Lu Yan awoke, it was not to fire, nor stone, nor the ruins of the dungeon. It was to a world reborn. The sky above him was a fractured canvas of impossible colors, shifting and writhing like a living thing. The air was thick, charged with an energy that thrummed beneath his skin. And all around him, the earth pulsed—not as he had once commanded it, but as something wild, untamed, ancient beyond reason. The plants here were not mere tools of a summoner’s will. They were alive in ways he had never imagined. And they watched him. He was no longer the betrayed summoner. He was something else. Something far greater. As he stood amidst the endless forest, his body still echoing with the power that had saved him, one thought burned brighter than all the rest: if fate brought me here I would master it all. The winds whispered his name. The trees bent, waiting. The Life begins with a seed --- .... (Hello Author here, I'm open for any suggestions)

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.

When the heavens align, destiny awakens. Li Feng, heir to a lost legacy, must rise from obscurity to face Shen Longwei, a warlord bent on ultimate power, and Lady Yuexiang, a sorceress with dark ambitions. As the celestial alignment approaches, unlocking the secrets of immortality, Li Feng must master his skills, reclaim ancient artifacts, and confront his deepest fears. The fate of the martial world hangs in the balance—but will his strength be enough to stop the chaos before time runs out?

In the Shadow of a Serpent King: A Dark Fantasy Epic "Hope is a fragile thing in the shadow of a serpent's throne." - Elara, The Whisperer The Kingdom is covered in the Shadows. A Rebellious Successor Will Look for Freedom. Alaric, heir of the tyrant King, is overcome by his inheritance. Rebellion looms as his father's curse ruins the kingdom. Meeting Elara, a mysterious woman with a prophecy, alters everything. They discover a truth that defies Alaric. Love Fires Up the Rebellion. Betrayal Cuts Deep. Alaric, torn between duty and destiny, joins the rebels, starting a deadly struggle against his father. Hidden corridors in the Serpentine Palace reveal Alaric's bloodline's evil past. "The stones whisper of forgotten deeds," he says, "and the blood on our hands stains deeper than time." Rumours of betrayal threaten to split the insurrection. A Climactic Battle. A Bittersweet Victory. In a heart-pounding siege, Alaric and the rebels storm the Serpentine Palace. The fight for freedom is bloody, and victory comes at a high cost. A new dawn breaks for the kingdom, casting off the curse's shackles. But as Alaric embraces his newfound freedom with Elara, a chilling truth emerges. The Shadows Return. A New Threat Rises. The Serpent King's fall unleashes a deeper darkness, a malevolent force from the ancient curse. "Beware the serpent's heart," warns an ancient tome, "for even in defeat, it may yet coil and strike." Alaric must face external enemies and vipers within his ranks. Forged in betrayal, Alaric will rise as a true hero, guided by his love for Elara. Whispers in the Serpentine Palace are enchanted with a thrilling plot, unforgettable characters, and epic world-building. Love and sacrifice in a fight for freedom force a reluctant heir to confront the darkness within and forge a new destiny.

In the vast and mystical world of Zephiron, where magic flows through the land and forgotten ruins whisper of lost civilizations, two unlikely companions find themselves ensnared in a fate far beyond their reckoning. Vaelin Crowne, a sharp-minded strategist known for his cool demeanor, believes that logic and preparation can solve any problem. Kael Veydris, a reckless yet magnetic force of nature, thrives on instinct and unshakable optimism. Despite their differences, they share one thing in common—an insatiable curiosity. What was meant to be a simple field trip to explore the legendary Labyrinth of Nox quickly turns into a nightmare when they get lost in the labyrinth maze, leaving them trapped in its depths. With no clear way out, Vaelin’s calculated approach and Kael’s gut-driven decisions become their only hope of escape. But when they stumble upon an ancient door, an eerie darkness spills from within, swallowing all light. As they ignite a torch, the shadows retreat just enough to reveal two statues—one depicting a god, radiant and divine, the other a demon, twisted and wrathful. Before they can speak, a chilling gust snuffs out the flame. Then, chains came. A shackle with a long, rusted chain lashed out from the abyss, snapping around Kael’s wrist and yanking him into the consuming darkness. Vaelin barely had time to react before another chain coiled around him, dragging him forward, his vision swallowed by an endless void. When they awaken, gasping for breath, they are no longer in the labyrinth’s depths but standing at its entrance—marked. Heavy iron shackles, now with broken chains, rest upon their wrists, the only proof that what happened was real. The curse has bound them, though to what end remains unknown. They escaped from the labyrinth … but How did it happen? With time slipping through their fingers and the unseen weight of the curse tightening around them, Vaelin and Kael must unravel the mystery of what happened inside the labyrinth before the curse consumes them.

The world revolves unbeknownst to the rest that hides under the veil. Only those that truly seek to find the truths in the thousands of millions of conspiracies can envision on what's ahead, and the true danger that lies just a mere step away. And thus, they deemed them the Seekers, those who actively seek to break the veil and show the truth to the world. But no one knows how; almost as if a stagnant pool of aspirations unmet. Call them whatever you wish, a Hunter, a Researcher, an Adventurer. They're all the same, they seek their own aspirations. But a great change will start with the upbringing of Lynn Taisei Lynn Taisei lost all if everything in his life he cared for. But a chance encounter with a Seeker changed all conceptions of reality in his very eyes, and thus begins his step to the new world. But his simple beginning wasn't truly met with great success, he glanced too far into the abyss, and fell victim of its coil.

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

This book is my first book and English is not my common language In World Called the Blood Planet where Wars is a common thing. This planet is A hundred times bigger than earth Mu Chen was Born in one of the biggest Empire in the central continent he is the Eldest son of the current emperor on his birth he was accompanied by a phenomenon the whole world seems to turn red like blood an image of gigantic Blood red Evil Dragon was coiling above the castle. The oracles in the kingdom thinks that was bad omen many suggested to the emperor to kill his newborn son but the emperor did not His mother died after his birth after 1 year the emperor married another woman the daughter of the the prime minister from the Wang clan the most influential Clan In the Empire second only to the royal clan she Became the empress and gave birth to a son who also accompanied by ah strange phenomenon in the sky an image of a Gigantic Golden dragon coiling in the castle where his brother was born this was a good sign said the Oracles kneeling infront of the empress castle. His father the emperor died when he was 5 years old He was strip of his a title as a Crown prince and was banished from the empire to a small kingdom in the North Continent Follow Mu Chen in a journey of cultivation and his path as a conqueror

Edwin Murray was an ordinary college student until he witnessed a scene that would change his life forever. A crack appeared in space when he was in class. The fractured space produced sucked him along with his other class. "Worship the blood sea!" " The sea that gave life to all beings. The origin, The Great Father." Hundreds of people screaming at the top of their lungs on a cliff above a cast crimson ocean. No, it wasn't water it was blood with unimaginable depth. One by one people lined up at the edge of the cliff. Eventually hundreds of people regardless of gender, age, and strength jump into the vast blood sea. In the depths of the blood where not even light could reach was a small fetus. The opened it's eyes as the sea shook. Invisible chains coiled around the fetus restraining it. Returning to it's deep slumber leaving the its last remaining thought. " One day this world will no longer be able to restrain me!" (The cover art does not belong to me and the credit is to the artist who created it. If the artist wants me to take it down, contact me and I'll take it down.)

In a world where unseen forces weave through the fabric of reality, Elias Darrow has always felt like an outsider haunted by dreams of shadowy realms and whispers of forgotten truths. When a mysterious letter arrives bearing the seal of a coiled serpent and a burning key, it sets him on a path to the Whispering Spire, a cursed tower shrouded in fear and legend. Inside, Elias discovers a vast Archive brimming with forbidden knowledge and ancient secrets guarded by cryptic figures and malevolent forces. He learns of the Veils mystical barriers that separate realms and of a war brewing in the shadows, threatening to tear the world apart. Marked as a Veilwalker, Elias gains the power to traverse these realms, but each step into the unknown comes with a price. With allies like Amara, an enigmatic guardian with a fractured past, and foes like the Abyssal Cult, who seek to collapse the Veils, Elias must navigate a labyrinth of conspiracies, eldritch horrors, and his own unraveling identity. As the line between truth and madness blurs, Elias faces a harrowing choice: embrace his destiny as a protector of the Veils or risk unleashing a force that could consume all realms. The Chronicle of Veiled Realms is a tale of mystery, adventure, and sacrifice a journey through the darkest corners of existence, where knowledge is power, and power is a double-edged blade.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

As his vision darkened, a final thought crossed his mind. “I swear, if I survive, I’m leading a crusade against kangaroos. Curse these overgrown pests to extinction.” ######### My breath hitched, and my heart raced as I beheld the figure before me. A towering silhouette of a man stood against the cosmic backdrop, dwarfing the entire universe itself. Coiled around his neck was a great serpent, its form glowing faintly with an unearthly light. His figure was shrouded in shadow, his features obscured, yet his presence was overwhelming, commanding awe and reverence. ######### what! I am the emperor of the greatest empire in the world,but why does the history of of this world sounds so off and the fuck does a single dynasty rule for over 2000 years

A blood-eyed lion the size of a small mountain, a purple-eyed golden-haired ape of boundless strength, a world-shattering nine-headed serpent king, and a terrifying thunder dragon that wields destructive lightning... This world is full of wonders. It is a vast and magnificent realm of magic. The powerful can soar through the skies, standing atop the head of a black dragon, while terrifying magic can scorch rivers, annihilate cities, and level mountains... This book tells the story of a young man with a Coiling Dragon Ring and his fantastical journey. The Dragonblood Warrior, one of the four legendary ultimate warriors of the continent, has not appeared in over a thousand years. The only family that still carries the bloodline of the Dragonblood Warriors has slowly declined, fading into obscurity.

Heaven holds the Gods, Earth holds humanity, and the world is devoid of Immortals. Three thousand years ago, the Divine Artifacts descended. A cataclysm shook the heavens and the earth, spiritual energy waned, and the Immortals vanished. A hundred and fifty years ago, the Divine Artifacts descended again. The fertile Chipa Plateau and the invincible Ancient City of Coiling Dragons—both reduced to dust. Another hundred years passed, and I... descended. But the path to unraveling all the mysteries—and the key to surviving this chaotic world—starts with learning to live as a scoundrel; It begins with mastering the art of hiding one’s edge and appearing humble; It begins with embarking on an adventure; It begins with overturning a preordained fate. Most crucially, it begins with stepping into the dreams of the Gods.

‼️[Warning, this novel contains elements of Gore, Violence, Sexual Content, Incest among other things. Proceed at your own risk.] ‼️ Ever wondered what happens after we shuffle off this mortal coil? Aiden's life has been a series of unfortunate events, and it all culminates in one freak accident. While wandering through the Garden Of Eden, he eats the fruit of Yggdrasil without understanding the implications. Now, he finds himself in a realm called Arcadia, where individuals known as EVOs can ascend to unimaginable heights of power. Gifted with this new chance, he will make sure to reach the very top. But wait... is that a System? Additional Tags: Action | Adult | Adventure | Artifacts | BDSM | Beautiful female lead | Complex family relationships | Cultivation | Cunning Protagonist | C*nnilingus | Demi-humans | Demons | Dragons | Elves | First-time Interc**rse | F*llatio | Handsome male lead | Hardworking protagonist | Harem-seeking protagonist | Human-Nonhuman relationship | H*ndjob | Incest | Male protagonist | M*sturbation | Master-disciple relationship | Master-servent relationship | Older Love Interests | Overpowered Protagonist | Paizuri | Perverted Protagonist | R-18 | Romance | Ruthless protagonist | Slaves | Smut | Soul power | Succubus | System | Sister Complex | Threesome | Younger love interests

“If He Can Cheat, Two Can Play That Game” Camelia knew nothing but revenge when she was reborn. A young girl madly in love with her knight, Michael. Many would shun their relationship but Camelia was lucky to have kind parents. The marques not only accepted their love but also made the orphan boy Earl in his territory. Everything was like a dream until it broke. With blood dripping from the dagger, Michael sauntered towards Camelia and slit her throat. His lover, Katherine, laughing and enjoying the scene. “I vow to take revenge for the death of my family. Even if I have to haunt you as a ghost, I am ready to wander for eternity. I will come... To take revenge.” Her eyes closed with burning desire. But when she opened them again, she was back to their honeymoon. Now.. will she slit his throat that instant or... Burn him with her slow revenge? Excerpt: The cold eyes of man crawled over her skin like a reptile coiling her into its tight grip, but she stared back firmly, “So, you are telling me you will return the land to my family if I help you in ruining your husband. The one you had a love marriage with?” a hint of mockery in his perfectly chiseled face when she grimaced. “I will give you my land, Damien. I am sure you can not use the word return here. But yes, as long as you will help me in taking my revenge. I will give you everything I have." So what if he was a devil, she was ready to sell her soul for revenge. “Hmm, you said everything.” His lips twisted into a nefarious smile. “Eek!” Ethan, his aid covered his lips as he could already imagine a dagger in the hands of his master. ‘How could you smile like that when you were planning to kill this woman before she knocked on the door.’