Untamed

In the ancient kingdom of Zhora, legends whisper of a hidden relic deep within an untamed jungle [ the Core of Muri Khan, a mythical force said to awaken unimaginable power and pure goodness in its bearer. Most call it a fool’s fairy tale. But not Aren. Aren, known across the kingdom as the Laughing Blade, is a young warrior with a sharp tongue and an even sharper sword. He lives for danger, jokes in the face of death, and never misses a chance to mock his enemies - even as he cuts them down. When darkness begins to swallow Zhora, Aren sets out on a reckless quest to find the relic and awaken the Muri Khan before it’s too late. Beyond the kingdom’s walls lies a living labyrinth of towering trees, ancient traps, and forgotten spirits. As Aren ventures deeper, he faces deadly puzzles, monstrous beasts, and a rival hunter determined to claim the relic for his own dark purpose. Yet amid the danger and betrayal, Aren’s greatest strength isn’t just his blade ;it’s his unstoppable spirit, his humor that masks hidden pain, and a heart stronger than any weapon. In a jungle where every leaf hides a secret and every step could be his last, Aren must prove that laughter can be as mighty as any sword… and that sometimes, the wildest heroes are the ones who bring light when the world needs it most.

At Yamato High, seven student officers stood out not only for their leadership—but for their deep bond as childhood friends. Hayato, Reina, Miyu, Riku, Yuna, Takumi, and Souta were trusted figures at school, each with unique talents and roles. But everything changes in an instant. During a routine council meeting, a strange phenomenon pulls them from the world they know into a realm unlike anything they've imagined—a world called Elgareth. With no explanation, no guides, and no way back, they awaken to unfamiliar powers and are thrust into a reality that demands survival. As they navigate dark caverns, untamed forests, and an unknown land filled with magic and monsters, the group must learn to adapt quickly. Their bond is their only anchor, and their teamwork is their greatest strength. The world of Elgareth is as mysterious as it is perilous, and the rules are not always fair. Together, they’ll face trials that challenge more than just their skills—they’ll be tested in heart, mind, and spirit. In this world, strength isn't granted. It's earned. And their journey… is only just beginning.

In a world where lycanthropic power is determined by the purity of one's bloodline, Elara, a fierce and independent omega, carries a secret that could shatter the rigid social order. Unlike others of her rank, Elara possesses an innate magical ability, a raw, untamed power that defies the traditional understanding of werewolf hierarchies. When a forced mating ceremony threatens to bind her to a cruel, high-ranking alpha, she must choose between embracing her hidden power and risking everything to forge her own destiny, or submitting to a life where her spirit will be forever caged. As she navigates treacherous politics, ancient prophecies, and the intoxicating pull of an unexpected bond, Elara discovers that the true strength of a pack lies not in its dominance, but in the courage to challenge its very foundations.

Being an Alpha's daughter might have given her shelter and the position of the pack Army commander, yet, it didn't give her what her heart craves for the most: being loved.Charlotte Adolph gave up on love when she didn't receive any from the people she considered her family, but her heart found its way to make space for her best friend, Stefan.But the same heart shattered to a myriad of pieces when she found out that he hid the fact that he had found his mate from her. On that same day, she was betrothed by her father to the Alpha of the Crystal Moon Pack, Alpha Jasper, who wanted her to submit to his commands.“Do you vow to obey all my commands and be submissive to me like your official husband and mate?”“I, Charlotte, will never obey your commands, I ain't your slave and I will never be submissive to you nor to anyone.”Will Alpha Jasper succeed in taming his Warrior Luna, or will love overshadow all flaws?

She stripped herself before him, baring not just her body but whatever it was left of her dignity. "Isn't this what you wanted, like all the other Alphas?" She asked him, her voice trembling with pain and contempt. He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him. And after a few minutes, picked up her robe and wrapped it gently around her. Then he walked away. An awkward cackle escaped her lips even as the burn of humiliation scorched its way down her throat. --- They say the Bloodmoon brings out the worst in beasts. For him, it made him Alpha. For me, it made me hunted. When I was chosen as a tribute to the Bloodmoon Hunt, I expected to finally have a mate. After being rejected five times by my previous ones. But what I didn't expect... was it to be him. Alpha Denzel: brutal, cold and cursed by the moon itself. Everyone fears him. They say he's unlovable and untamable. Because of his tyranny. But I’m not everyone. And I’ve got a beast of my own. That beast of an Alpha is mine to tame. Or destroy. Whichever comes first. *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika has spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father, and by fate itself. But when she’s chosen as a tribute for the Bloodmoon Hunt, her fate changes in the most brutal way. She was never supposed to matter. Now she’s the only one that does. The truth is bloodier than she ever imagined.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

When Gabriel awakens in a strange and forgotten world, he no longer recognizes himself. Now called Dravyn Skaroth, he is without memories of his previous life but carries vast scientific knowledge in his mind, as if his mind were a library of future eras. This new world, Élaris, is rudimentary, marked by kingdoms in constant conflict, magical creatures, and a wild and untamed nature. Here, magic is real but little understood, used in a rudimentary way by those who do not know its true potential. Dravyn, initially determined to adapt and use his knowledge to thrive in this world, soon encounters human cruelty in its most brutal form. Subjugated and marked by suffering, he sees his ideals crushed. In their place, anger grows, fueled by a desire for revenge and the weight of a remorse that never leaves him. If Élaris and its inhabitants gave him a new chance at life only to condemn him, Dravyn will decide his own redemption. And if they want a monster worse than the demons they fear, that is exactly what they will get. --Updated weekly--

“I, Dominic Cherith, reject you, Inez Sinclair, as my mate. A lying, traitorous tramp like you has no right to become my mate and the Luna of this pack.” As a half shifter, Inez Sinclair had hoped and dreamt of the day when she would meet her mate for the first time. However, the dreamy fantasy turned into her hellish nightmare when her ex-best friend and mate rejected her in front of the pack. To cap it all, he did it with a trash can turned upside down on her head. The reason? She had betrayed him, but Inez had no idea about this unknown betrayal that he spoke of. After years of endless torment, this rejection was the final blow that broke the camel’s back. Inez finally came to face the reality that she had been ignoring for years. Her best friend was gone, and in place of him stood a fiend who looked at her as if she was his worst enemy. But what truly broke her was the last betrayal of her mate. Withholding the last fragments of their mating bond, Dominic slept with another shifter—a shifter she despised and loathed, causing Inez to feel every bit of pleasure he gave the woman. Hear every sigh and moan through their mating bond. The impact broke her and left her wolf half dead. Not wanting to waste any more time with the awful bastard, Inez was prepared to run away from the pack, even if it meant to die as a rogue or live between humans where the fanatics could kill her for being a shifter. Only if she knew that Dominic blamed her for the death of his sister Abertha. And he caught her stealing the Tears of Sirens in the surveillance recording—the magical remedy that could bring the dead back to life! Ironically, Inez was part siren. Something she never relayed to anyone in the pack, not even Dominic for shifters took sirens as their slaves, tormenting them in hope that they would shed Tears of Siren. The endless torment only brought one thing to sirens: Death. She swore to never let anyone find out about the truth—that was until she ran into Killian Sokolov, an Alpha Lycan shifter. A man of sheer masculinity and charm and an unknown anger packed in ice so thick. With his slick lies, he could win the heart of any woman but refuses to leave her alone after finding out that Inez was part siren. But as a part siren, why would Inez steal the Siren’s tears? And if she didn’t steal them, whom did Dominic see in the surveillance recording? As secrets unfolds and boundaries set in stones disappear – Would Inez and Killian give love a second chance, letting go of their past? And to what lengths would Dominic go if he found out the truth? Will Killian be able to heal her broken heart before all is lost?

In a vast world of cultivation, where yin and yang shape fate, and the lines between good and evil blur, five great clans rule over the land. Among them, the Lingxiao Clan (凌霄族)—known for its elegance, swordsmanship, and archery—stands as the fourth most revered. From this clan comes a boy born without a golden core or spiritual qi. His name is Ling Yiran (凌逸然)—graceful, free-spirited, and untamed. Though he is the youngest son of the clan leader, he is forbidden to cultivate, to fight, or even to wield a blade. His days are spent painting, playing, studying—locked within the mansion’s walls. But behind his quiet smiles is a secret life. At night, Yiran sneaks into the Forbidden Library, hidden deep in the mountains of Lingxiao territory, to learn long-lost arts none dare to touch. At 17, he is invited alongside his siblings to the Jinyue Clan (锦月族)—the second most powerful clan, famed for music cultivation, and bound by more than 10,000 sacred rules. Known for their discipline and emotional restraint, the Jinyue clan is a place where mistakes are not forgiven. His companions: His noble and composed older sister, Ling Qingxue (凌清雪) His lively, mischievous younger twin brothers: — Ling Yuze (凌昱泽) — Ling Yuhan (凌昱寒) They arrive at the gates of the Jinyue Clan. Everyone presents their invitation—but Yiran, of course, forgets his. The guards refuse him entry. Just then, a cold and beautiful young man appears, dressed in white robes. A red spirit thread coils around his wrist, and a blue spiritual sword hangs at his side. His face is expressionless, his gaze sharp as frost. He is Jin Suoxue (锦索雪), the Young Master of the Jinyue Clan—distant, cold, and feared by many. His name means “Bound in Snow”, and his heart is rumored to be just as frozen. Yiran, ever defiant, calls out to him without formality. “Hey, cold-face!” Everyone freezes. Jin Suoxue merely replies: “No invitation, no entry.” And walks away without a second glance. Furious, Yiran leaves, only to return later—with his scroll, snacks, and alcohol. But as he nears the gate, a formation sends him flying, his precious gifts broken. He grits his teeth, draws a black talisman, and writes glowing red characters in the air:“Distract.” The gate formation shatters briefly, letting him slip inside while sipping the one bottle that survived. A low voice stops him. “Oh... it’s you again.” And so begins the tale of sword and flute—of a spirited boy with no cultivation and a cold genius bound by rules. Their clash will awaken forgotten arts... and perhaps, a bond destined to defy the heavens. ————— Disclaimer: Book cover not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

Kenji Tanaka is the new transfer student at Seiryu High, a school ruled by fists and fear. With his average looks and quiet demeanor, everyone dismisses him as another sheep for the slaughter. They see a loser. A nobody. A twig that will snap under the iron boot of the school's hierarchy. They are wrong. Raised in brutal, solitary isolation in the mountains by a mysterious grandfather, Kenji's 'training' was a hellish regimen of survival. He doesn't understand society, girls, or why people flinch when he cracks his knuckles. He also doesn't understand that his 'normal' strength is enough to shatter bone, his 'basic' endurance can outlast a beast, and his very presence carries an aura that makes apex predators tremble. He believes he is weak, a novice who has barely scratched the surface of his grandfather's teachings. But when the wolves of Seiryu High come for the innocent girl in the desk next to him, they don't awaken a sheep. They awaken a monster. A god of combat. A King. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a Thug, his rise to absolute power, and the loyal followers and adoring women who are drawn to his terrifying, untamed might. In a world of delinquents, gangsters, and underground fighters, there is only one rule: Don't mess with the quiet kid. Because this King's fists don't know mercy.

Burdened by the crushing debt of his parents, Lex never imagined a life beyond endless work and grief. But fate had other plans. One fateful day, an accident ends his mundane existence—only to thrust him into a world of fantasy. Reincarnated as a side character doomed to fail, Lex now inhabits the body of a so-called teacher—a fraud with no real skills, destined for disgrace. Standing at a crossroads, he faces a choice: follow the canon and flee from his inevitable downfall, or defy fate and carve his own path. Just as he considers running… a voice calls out. [Need some help?] Grasping the talent that his predecessor never realized he had, Adrian decided to defy his fate and become a true Runesmith. However, he never expected that once he would start on the path of becoming a Runesmith, he would start gaining so many connections. [Ding!] [Cross-dimension group chat has been activated!] [Hero of World Nebula: Old man, when can I get my sword done?] [The untamed witch: When will you help me with my staff?] [The obsessed one: Darling, when will you do me-I mean, when will you do something about my blades?] ....what the heck is all this? °°°°°°°°° A/N:- Read the first few chapters, before deciding to drop it. English won't be perfect, but it will be readable. Additional tags: Cross-world group chat, possessive characters, sudden strength gain, overpowered MC, broken engagement.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

From a hunted outcast burdened by an unspeakable past… to a reluctant hero wielding terrifying, untamed power— Akenzua’s journey is one of self-discovery, survival, and painful transformation. Haunted by guilt, driven by justice, and feared by many, he walks a line between what he was and what he might become. His identity defies every category—neither Divine nor fully human, marked by a past he can’t outrun and a future he must forge alone. With power born of destruction now turned to protection, Volume 1 of King of the Fall ends with one resounding question: What does it truly mean to be King of the Fall? Is it destiny a crushing burden he has to bear alone or maybe an unexpected chance to redefine what protecting the innocent means, in a world desperate for a new kind of savior

Kairo Veldt was just another man lost in routine — a quiet job, a quiet life, and dreams that never left the blueprint stage. As a safety manager at a woodworking shop, he spent more time watching others build than creating for himself. But one ordinary morning, the world changed. Without warning, reality fractured. His workplace dissolved, time froze, and a single word echoed through his soul: Create. Kairo awakens in a vast, untamed land — a place without cities, without history, without even a sky he recognizes. Others have arrived too, dazed and disoriented, drawn from different lives by something unseen. There is no instruction. No guide. Only a strange structure standing in the middle of an open field: a stone pillar called the Job Stone One by one, the Job Stone assigns each new arrival a role — Fighter, Pathfinder, Builder — based not on choice, but on some buried truth in their hearts. When Kairo is named Builder, a simple chisel appears in his hand. And in that moment, everything changes. What begins as a struggle to survive — crafting shelter, foraging food, navigating wild terrain — soon becomes something larger. Kairo starts to build not just tools and structures, but order. Systems. A way forward. He earns trust, enemies, and influence. But with creation comes conflict. Others seek to lead, to control, or to destroy what’s being built. And beyond the visible dangers of the land — orcs, beasts, even intelligent creatures — lies a greater truth: this world is reactive. It remembers. It grows. It punishes weakness, and rewards legacy. As new “waves” of arrivals appear, each starting with nothing, Kairo must choose what kind of world he’s building — and whether it’s meant for everyone, or just those strong enough to shape it. But the more he builds, the more his memories slip away. Names. Faces. Even the feeling of home. What remains is the instinct to craft, the chisel in his hand… and a vision etched into his soul: A world worth living in. A world built by human hands.

After Mo Tianzun -the feared Demon Lord- fell to the sword of Liu Shengjie, the martial world breathed a sigh of relief. The Spirit Realm, once shattered by war, began to rebuild. Peace reigned for the first time in a thousand years. Without the threat of demons, cultivators flourished, and the balance between realms was restored. But peace is never eternal. Deep within the sacred grounds of the Yunxiao Healer Sect, a young prince named Lin Xuanji opened his eyes. His vision was unfamiliar, yet the face he saw in the bronze mirror was hauntingly similar-refined, beautiful, a mirror of the demon he once was. Gone was the stark white hair of the Demon Lord. Now, jet-black strands framed his youthful face. His body felt unfamiliar... and yet, when he summoned his qi, the power surged through his meridians-untamed, immense, his former strength intact. He was reborn. Mo Tianzun, the once-invincible Demon Lord, now inhabited the body of Lin Xuanji-the weakest prince of the Yunxiao Sect, a laughingstock among cultivators. "Weakling prince?" Mo's eye twitched. "They dare... call me that?" Though furious, he knew better than to reveal his true nature. For now, he'd play the fool. Let them mock. He would bide his time, regain his influence, and reclaim his destiny. As he sat in meditation, refining his qi in silence, a sudden voice echoed through the room. "Greetings, host." Startled, Mo's-no, Lin Xuanji's-eyes flew open. "Who's there?" No one. But then, above his head, a shimmering blue screen flickered into view. > [Welcome to the System!] Main Quest: Make Crown Prince Zhao Longxuan fall in love with you-and only you. Objective: Become the prince's sole consort, and ascend as the queen-with zero concubines. "...What the fuck?!" Mo Tianzun, the terror of three realms, screamed into the void. ———— Image Credit: The book cover/photo is not mine; full credit goes to the rightful owner. Please do not share, copy, or redistribute this work without the author's explicit permission.

He ruled empires in silence. She set kingdoms on fire. But love? It was the one war neither of them knew how to win. Lucien Cain—cold, feared, untouchable. CEO by day, king of the underground by night. With a past soaked in betrayal and blood, he built his power on control and fear. He never believed in love. He never needed it. Until her. Sera Moretti—a crimson flame with ice in her veins. CEO of Moretti Holdings, beautiful, ruthless, and untamed. She doesn’t fall. She conquers. But when she crosses paths with the one man no one dares defy, the game changes. Two empires. Two predators. One dangerous obsession. When desire turns into obsession, and secrets threaten to destroy everything they’ve built, will their twisted passion survive the war they were never meant to fight together? Or will love become their deadliest battlefield?

What if one misstep in time could unravel everything you are? Ethan Temporal, a brilliant yet reclusive physicist, has spent his life chasing a single, impossible dream—mastering time travel. But when his long-awaited experiment goes catastrophically wrong, Ethan is torn from his present and hurled into a chaotic spiral of time. From the sands of Ancient Egypt to the genius-filled courts of the Renaissance, from the bloodied fields of revolution to the untamed Wild West, Ethan must navigate the epicenters of human history—not as a tourist, but as a consequence. But time is not a straight line—it’s alive, and it's watching him. As Ethan struggles to repair the damage he's caused and return home, he discovers a darker truth: the very fabric of reality is unraveling, and his presence in the past may be the catalyst. Haunted by memories fractured across centuries—and by a self he may never reclaim—Ethan must face rival time travelers, collapsing timelines, and the ultimate question of identity. Is he changing the past… or is the past changing him?

In the fabled realm of Torath—where dragons soar, magic lingers in the very air, and kingdoms teeter on the edge of chaos—Caleb begins a journey that will test the very core of his spirit. Once an unremarkable traveler, Caleb is drawn into a fellowship of unlikely heroes: warriors forged in fire, rogues as silent as shadows, mages bound to the pulse of mana itself. Together, they march into lands where legends slumber and nightmares wake. Each trial on the road shapes Caleb—every skirmish, every haunted ruin, every clash with a beast or blade hones his strength. Through treacherous forests, across mage-crafted cities of wonder, and into the heart of forgotten ruins, Caleb grows—not just in might, but in the fierce, untamed magic that burns within him. With fire as his ally and resolve as his fuel, he kindles power from within, forging himself in flame. And in time, he becomes more than a bearer of destiny—he becomes its wildfire, scorching a path through all that would stand in his way. *** This story is also on Royal Road. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/765939/fictions

In the beginning, when the world was still young and the skies were untamed, there existed a legend known to only a few. It was the tale of the 5 Birds, celestial beings created to safeguard the realms and maintain the balance of nature. These five majestic creatures were revered and feared, their power unmatched and their wisdom boundless. • Divine Owl Sagea, soared above the highest peaks, her golden wings casting a protective shadow over the lands below. She embodied courage and strength, always the first to confront any threat to their world. She was the leader of the 5 celestial birds. • Nocturne, the Raven of Secrets, dwelled in the shadows, his black feathers blending with the night. Keeper of ancient knowledge and hidden truths, he was a master of dark magic, using his powers to protect the innocent and punish the wicked. • Zephyra, the Falcon of Speed, raced with the wind, her silver feathers shimmering in the sunlight. She was swift and agile, a messenger of the gods and a symbol of freedom, her presence a harbinger of hope. • Seraphina, the Swan of Serenity, glided gracefully over tranquil waters, her pure white feathers reflecting her inner peace. She brought harmony and healing, soothing the hearts of those in turmoil and restoring balance to the land. • Pyra, the Phoenix of Rebirth, burned with an eternal flame, his fiery plumage a beacon of renewal and transformation. From the ashes of destruction, he rose again and again, a testament to the power of resilience and the promise of a new beginning. These five were the Pentad of Protectors, united by their mission to defend the world from the forces of darkness. Their greatest challenge came in the form of the Shadow Flock, a sinister group intent on plunging the realms into chaos and despair. The Celestial Birds fought valiantly, but the battle was fierce and unforgiving. One by one, they fell, their spirits lingering in the hopes that one day, successors would rise to continue their legacy. The world was left vulnerable, waiting for the day when the Celestial Birds would return to restore peace and order.

The planet is called Veyron. It’s twenty times larger than Earth — a colossal, sprawling world where the land breathes magic, the skies are heavy with energy, and the space between civilizations is measured in weeks. At its heart lies the only great human civilization: The Grand Empire. The Grand Human Empire The Human Empire is vast and tightly organized. It is divided into eight territories, each governed by one of the Eight Supremes of Humanity — individuals of unmatched power and absolute authority. Every citizen is born within a territory and inherits its name as a surname. Example: Ares of Zhagrova (citizen of the Territory of Zhagrova) Each territory has its own institutions, laws, and military force, but all answer to the unified authority of the Empire and its Supremes. The Walls of the Empire The entire Empire is enclosed by enormous walls, so tall they block out the sky in some regions. Their origins are ancient and unknown, but what matters is this: they still stand, and they serve as a barrier between the human lands and the rest of the planet. The walls are not sealed shut. There are guarded gateways at key locations, and anyone may exit legally — as long as they pay a toll. No permits required. No noble blood. If you can pay, you can leave. Re-entry is also possible, though monitored and taxed. The World Beyond Outside the walls, the world is untamed — vast, dangerous, but alive. Several intelligent races inhabit the lands beyond: Elves – allies of the humans. They live in sacred forests and wield natural elemental magic. Gnomes – short, brilliant craftsmen and masters of runic technology. Giants – reclusive and ancient, they dwell in high mountain ranges. Beastkin – hybrid tribes, some hostile, some neutral, scattered across forests and plains. Magical Beasts – born from raw world energy. Once they reach King grade, they can take on a human form. Devils – cunning, powerful beings from another plane, often enemies of mankind. Nyther – entities born of the Void between Space and Time. Their powers can’t be measured, and they can temporarily absorb others’ elements. Lunari – nocturnal beings with inherited memory. They recall fragments of past lives and control long-lost elements like Aether and Silence. All contact with these races happens outside the walls — in neutral zones, contested borders, or mixed cities built through trade, diplomacy, or necessity. The Power System At some point in life, every human receives their Element through a dream. From that moment, they have six months to comprehend it — alone. No guidance. No training. No one can help. Only deep thought and self-discovery lead to true understanding. When the six months are over, the person is assigned a Comprehension Rank, which defines their potential and elemental power for life. The 5 Ranks of Comprehension: Dormant Awakened Master Supreme Divine A low rank means a weak future. Only a rare few achieve Divine Rank, and they are feared and revered alike. After that, progression follows through World Grades — a separate scale of personal power: I. Aspirant → II. Knight → III. Lord → IV. King → V. Emperor → VI. Supreme → VII. God/Goddess A Rare Exception Humans are supposed to receive one element. That’s the rule. That’s what’s natural. But rarely — extremely rarely — someone receives two. And if they manage to understand both at a high level, the system itself begins to break. The rules no longer apply. In a quiet, forgotten corner of Zhagrova Territory, a boy has just completed his six-month period of isolation. He did not receive fire, water, or wind. He received Space. And Time. And he has fully understood them both.

Samuel Raveish was the undisputed master of his digital realms, an otaku recluse whose life revolved around the precise optimization of fantasy RPGs and the meta-knowledge of countless light novels. In his cramped London flat, he lived an existence of comfortable detachment, perfecting character builds and conquering virtual gods, always musing, "If only life had a reset button." Then, his cynical wish was brutally granted. A blinding flash, a rending agony, and Samuel awakens in Aetheria, a vibrant, chaotic medieval fantasy world brimming with powerful, unpredictable magic called Primordial Aetheric Currents. Before his eyes, a persistent, translucent blue screen flickers: "ERROR: SOUL INTEGRATION FAILED. REPEAT ATTEMPT 622,822,031." Samuel’s initial reaction is pure gamer logic: he's the chosen protagonist, this is his Isekai fantasy, and the "error" is merely an overpowered cheat ability. He quickly discovers his "cheat": Return by Death. Each excruciating death sends him back to a "last stable state," usually his humble cot in the "Stumbling Stag" inn of Oakhaven, memory intact, but body reset. But Aetheria is no game. His first attempts to "optimize" his life and "quest" his way to power are met with humiliating, agonizing deaths. He stumbles into Dire Beasts in the Elderwood, falls victim to simple traps, or dies from mundane poisoning, forcing him to endure the visceral horror and cumulative psychological toll of dying repeatedly. His reliance on meta-knowledge crumbles against a world that doesn't play by rules, where even low-level threats can be deadly, and magic is wild and untamed. As Samuel loops through minor local conflicts, like the mystery of The Missing Child & Whispers of the Weaver, he repeatedly interacts with the first faces he comes to know in Aetheria: Elara, the pragmatic innkeeper; Lyra, the kind-hearted healer; and Roric "The Keen," the suspicious watchman. These initial encounters and the shared (though for them, forgotten) experiences within his loops teach him the immediate dangers and societal norms of this brutal new world, grounding him in its harsh reality before his journey inevitably leads him beyond Oakhaven. Unbeknownst to Samuel, a far grander, more insidious force subtly governs Aetheria: The Grand Conclave of the Aether. Operating through seemingly benevolent Virtuous Arch-Orders and shadowy Sinful Arch-Orders, the Conclave seeks absolute control over all Aether and, by extension, all life. As Samuel’s loops lead him to uncover deeper secrets beyond Oakhaven, his unique ability to learn from death might make him an unwitting disruptor to the Conclave’s meticulously crafted schemes, drawing their chilling gaze. This is the story of Samuel Raveish, an otaku forced to shed his cynical detachment. Enduring countless brutal deaths, he must navigate a world of genuine chaos and unexpected humanity, struggling to bridge the gap between his optimized gamer mind and the raw, painful reality of true existence. Can he master his terrifying "cheat" to not just survive, but to truly live and find purpose in a world that consistently defies his expectations, even as the powerful Grand Conclave moves to control all of Aetheria?

"The power within you is loud but will the world listen?" In a world governed by Mantra—a universal energy that fuels strength, speed, and healing—humanity stands on a blade’s edge. Some are born with the potential to awaken Special Manifestations, rare abilities that defy logic and bend reality. These gifted few are trained and tested to become Mantra Knights, an elite force formed to protect civilization from threats beyond comprehension: violent creatures known as Abominations, and worse, the monsters still wearing human faces. Kaiyo Tsukehara, a lightning-charged teen with a sharp tongue and untamed power, has always dreamed of standing among the greats. But wanting to be chosen is one thing—proving you're worthy in the eyes of the six legendary Lances is another. And even harder is becoming a person remembered through generations.

The continent lost to time is wild and untamed, stretching beyond the horizon. Gargantuan and tiny, harmless and deadly, lifeforms of all shapes and sizes prowl these vast, fertile lands. The budding human race has only just taken its first steps. Humans brave the harsh elements, navigate treacherous terrain, and encounter fierce beasts in their savage lives. They band together to survive, but sometimes, that is still not enough to prevent calamity. As humanity struggles to survive, one human has awakened his potential. The world is changing and he will be the one to lead humanity out of the dawn of the Primitive Age. WARNING Story content NOT suitable for those below age 18. There will be gratuitous sexual content. PREFACE My original intent in this story was to establish a setting that would allow me to explore my degenerate fantasies. This means that a lot of the content will be pure smut and less focus will be on the plot. I wasn't planning on crafting some suspenseful, complex plot so I hope you won't mind if the story becomes a bit contrived. If you were expecting an epic tale of discovery, battles, growth, and introspection, then you should look elsewhere since all of that will take a backseat to the smut. That doesn't mean there won't be any of that content, it just won't occur as frequently or with the most originality. The novel is still a power fantasy, but without a power system. My ambitious plan is that the MC will be the pioneer of a new power system and usher in the birth of human civilization. Since the focus is on the smut (especially the forbidden type), I just want to warn you that I may tread into territory that you may find uncomfortable. Sorry about that, but this is what I'm offering. If you don't like it, don't read it. I acknowledge that my mind is filled with filth, but I want to assert that my writing is pure fantasy that I enjoy indulging in my imagination. As you know, things that are forbidden are the most enticing. This concept fuels my horny imagination which eventually resulted in this story, but I would never condone any of the taboo acts in real life. My work is pure fiction and is only meant as entertainment. Do not attempt at home, kids! Despite that, I have confidence in my writing so at the very least it won't be terrible to read. It's just that with my busy schedule IRL (I work and go to school), I can't promise a consistent update schedule so be prepared to wait. I should also mention that the story pacing won't be all that fast. There may be some time skips when I feel they are necessary. I like to focus more detail on characterization so that the sexy parts have an added emotional weight to them. So, if you feel the story is slow, then you're right, because it will be. Slice-of-life enjoyers rejoice! TAGS Clan/Family Building, Incest, Smut, Cultivation/Magic Development, Technological Development No NTR except for Netori DISCORD https://discord.gg/B5T9bK9548

"He is cursed, untouchable—desired by all, loved by none. When beauty becomes a weapon, and trauma sings in riddles... how long until even the purest soul is pulled in?" A psychological dark fantasy where love battles madness, desire hides danger, and the line between victim and villain disappears. Genres: Dark Fantasy • Psychological • Supernatural • Emotional BL • mixed culture ( Chinese & Japanese * mainly * ) • worldwide (Warning: Mature themes, trauma, and sensual tension. Not your typical BL.) ● This is not a story about lust—it’s about scars, soul ties, and dangerous longing. Expect hurt , healing , huntingly beautiful “Eyes talk louder than the tongue.” — Eyes of Broken Lilies : the untamed “Who do I call black and white... when both are hiding each other beneath?” — The Black & White Poem “ After raising you hidden inside this baiyan and carrijg the weight of this crawn ribbon.. this is what you returned me as a father ? — The Golden crawn ribbon “I know I did wrong. I don’t deserve the ribbon. But I only did it to hold you close...” — The Broken Mask

She wasn’t meant to stand in the spotlight. Not with her raw voice, untamed spirit, and a heart that refused to bend to the rules of fame. But when the world tried to silence her, she sang louder. In a glittering industry built on perfection, she chose truth — even when it came at the cost of love, reputation, and her place on the stage. He saw her fire before she did. He stood by her when no one else dared. But when pressure cracked their fragile connection, he let go… and she was forced to rise alone. Through whispered betrayals, haunting melodies, and a silence heavier than any applause, she discovers that freedom is not the absence of pain — but the decision to sing through it anyway. And when he returns — too late, too tender, and yet still hers — they share one final kiss that doesn’t save them… but leaves a note behind that no one else will ever hear. More Than Free is a heartbreaking and luminous story of self-discovery, first love, and the music that remains long after the song ends.

1981. Small-town nobodies. No label. No future. Just noise. Until the sound hit. Gritty. Wild. Untamed. The band Saints was born in a garage no one believed in. But when their music explodes onto the underground scene, they go from local outcasts to the face of a revolution. Arena tours, magazine covers, screaming fans it’s all happening fast. But the world of rock isn’t just glory. It’s pressure. It’s betrayal. It’s control. As industry giants close in and rival bands circle like vultures, staying true to the music might be the hardest gig of all. This is our story. How we broke the rules. How we changed everything. How we became legends. We weren’t made for fame. We forged it. This series contains mature themes including drug use, alcohol abuse, strong language, and adult lifestyles reflective of the 1980s rock scene. Depictions of sex, while referenced, are non-explicit and fade to black. Reader discretion is advised.

Arthur Sully was an ordinary man, grounded, determined, but stuck in the monotony of life. That was until fate, cruel and unexpected, struck him down in a tragic accident. When Arthur opens his eyes again, he finds himself in a foreign, untamed world, an endless forest teeming with terrifying monsters, alien flora, and dangers lurking at every turn. Struggling to comprehend his situation, Arthur soon discovers something extraordinary: he can adapt. Each time he faces death-through poison, claws, or fangs, his body evolves, becoming stronger, faster, and more resilient. Thrown into a brutal survival game, Arthur’s resolve is pushed to its limits as he learns to fight, adapt, and master his strange ability. Arthur must confront not only the monsters of this alien realm but also the terrifying truth of his existence. He must Adapt, evolve, survive, or die trying. Tags: World-hopping, Sci-fi, No-Harem, System, Kingdom-Building (2nd Arc). Though the novel has a System tag but it works only as a panel that shows his progress, abilities and has some nifty features. Become a patreon member and read 30 Chapters ahead: p*atreon.com/New_Horizon1 (Remove the *) Free patreon members gets to read 2 chapters ahead! You can join my discord channel to discuss my novel! https://discord.gg/PmkQsrAdMY You can also find artwork of this novel in my discord channel!! 3-4 Chapters/Week

In the forgotten cracks of a world that remembers only heroes and legends, two souls meet where the light doesn’t reach. Xiao, the famed courtesan of a hidden pleasure house, was raised to smile, serve, and never be seen for more than his beauty. Sujin, a quiet cultivator from a lesser-known Lan clan, walks into the wrong room—and ends up unlocking a past neither of them knew they were chained to. He was sold. He was silent. They both dreamed of being someone else. But in the shadows of grand sects and fading myths, a bond begins to form—not of glory, but of quiet rebellion. And in that rebellion, something stolen becomes something sacred. Author’s Note : This story was born from silence—of the forgotten, the unheard, and the shadows behind legends. Though set in a world that resembles ancient cultivation realms, "Borrowed Nights" is not a fanfiction, nor is it an imitation. It is my own voice, told through characters who never had one— A broken courtesan. A quiet cultivator. Two fading echoes in a world that only remembers the loudest heroes. I’ve always admired stories like The Untamed and MDZS, but this tale is my own creation, shaped with a different ache, a different depth. Thank you for walking into the wrong room with them. Maybe... something right is waiting inside.

Dr. Viktor Kraus was one of the brightest minds at the SCP Foundation, a man of unparalleled intelligence, ruthlessness, and unsettling thoughts. His work pushed the boundaries of science, but in the end, even he was not immune to human error. A single miscalculation, a containment breach, and an instant of chaos, then nothing. But death was not the end. When Viktor awakens, he is no longer in the sterile halls of the Foundation but in the heart of an untamed forest, the world around him primitive and unfamiliar. With no technology, no allies, and no clear answers, he is left with only his mind, and a world that has yet to understand the impossible. As the Bronze Age unfolds before him, Viktor must navigate a world where knowledge is power, survival is brutal, and the supernatural is nothing more than myth… for now.