Ketsui Darkened

AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES BOOK 1# CAPTIVE MATE BOOK 2# RUNAWAY MATE BOOK 3# DANGEROUS MATE -+- Caspian is the heir to Moonstone Pack but when his parents die, he’s cheated out of his birthright and treated like a prisoner. He decides to leave, running off to Haines City to start a new life. His plans are instantly cut short when he's kidnapped and auctioned off, and he is bought by none other than one of the Mafia Kings running the city, Asher Knight. -+- Asher shrugged his coat off, the heavy outfit falling to the ground with an audible thud. Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn’t much of a difference. “Come here,” He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back. Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Omega.” His voice darkened. Caspian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn’t want to get anywhere near the Alpha. He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another… +- THIS IS AN 18+ MAFIA STORY SO IT WILL INCLUDE VIOLENT AND MATURE THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION.

Once Mankind ruled the world. And living within the fringe of society, hidden but existing among us were the inhabitants of myths, fables, and legends. Then came the Crimson Plague, followed by the mass hysteria changes, and then the War. The War of Race broke out among the nine factions of the Manaborn society, led by the Vampires and the Children of the Light. Six millennia later, after the Long War, the nuclear holocaust, and the darkening of the sky, a new civilization prospered. The Children of the Light are gone, mankind has fallen from the top, and the Vampire race leads the new civilization. And among the Vampires are the Royal House that rule the Major nations. Follow the journey of Lilith Kain, Ariella Ashtarmel, Elijah Ashtarmel, and Eduardo Gomez as they strive to survive in a world that preys on the weak. … I will be posting this story on Royal Road.com. Discord: https://discord.com/channels/436731682268381186/436731682268381189

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Hidden Relationship] "Do you like what you see?" I asked provocatively, feeling his gaze travel down my bare skin. Christian pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. I noticed how his eyes darkened with a deep desire. "Yes, Leslie, I like it very much," he replied in a whisper, placing his lips on mine. His kiss sent a wave of fire through my body, making me crave his touch even more. -------------- Twenty-year-old Leslie Moresi is the second daughter of the prestigious Moresi family. While her life may seem glamorous from the outside, the reality is that she is a bird locked in a gilded cage. Controlled and unable to make any of her own decisions, she begins to feel all of the color fade from her life. One day, she attends an important business dinner with her family, where she meets the elusive Christian Vittoria, the most eligible man in the country -- turning her life upside down. So what if he is about to become her brother-in-law? #noharem #hiddenrelationship #smut

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

A useless prince, yet brimming with kindness and compassion—his smile as warm as sunlight, illuminating this darkened era. But that was merely a mask, hiding the poisonous and mad nature beneath. A monster lurking behind a gentle shell. A system that feeds on stolen Heroines. He will outplay destiny—and rise as the world’s ultimate villain.

When Jasmine’s fated mate Elliot rejects her for the Lycan Chairman’s daughter, she is left broken, humiliated and alone. To make matters worse, her father gets arrested for embezzlement, and Jasmine needs to raise ten million to release him. Desperate to save her father from a wrongful conviction, Jasmine takes the only job she can find—tutoring the bratty daughter of a rich werewolf family. But she never expected her employer to be the Lycan chairman himself: Gareth Laken. He is ruthless, dominant… and her ex-mate’s future father-in-law. Gareth thinks she’s a threat. A bitter ex-girlfriend out for revenge, waiting to harm his own daughter. But the more he watches her, the more he sees a woman refusing to be shattered by the world that betrayed her. A woman he can’t stop wanting, despite the huge age difference. Now, Jasmine is caught between two powerful men—one who destroyed her, and one who might destroy everything she has left to protect. Excerpt “You’re playing a dangerous game,” Gareth said, voice low, his towering frame just inches from mine. “I didn’t come here to play,” I shot back, even as my heart pounded. “But you should be asking Elliot why he keeps showing up at my door. I’m not the one chasing ghosts.” His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to my lips. “He’s not the only one haunted by you.” I froze. I should have walked away. Instead, I whispered, “Then why do you look at me like you want to hate me and kiss me at the same time?” He didn’t answer. But his silence spoke louder than any lie.

A literal ‘red flag’ in a world that sees her as a threat. Excerpt: “You shouldn’t be here,” Zenon growled, his voice low, eyes dark with conflict as he leaned away. Elira looked up at him, lips parted and swollen. “Then why did you kiss me?” “I couldn’t resist you.” His arms tightened around her waist instead of letting go. “Then don’t,” she said, without breaking the gaze. “Remember, you asked for it.” Zenon’s eyes darkened with desire as his lips found the perfect spot on her neck. --- Elira Shaw was never meant to shine. Born an omega to a once-respected Beta bloodline, she’s lived as a ghost in her uncle's home, the acting Beta of the Ashfang Pack. After her parents' mysterious deaths when she was thirteen, Elira became little more than a servant to her aunt and cousin, Regina, the flawless Luna-to-be, groomed to marry one of the Alpha's sons. With no rank, no power, and no name worth remembering, Elira has long accepted her fate. But her fate transforms on her 18th birthday — the night of the grand mating ceremony. Not one, but the wolves of all three of Alpha Cyprus Ashford’s sons recognize her as their mate. The pack erupts into chaos. Regina's engagement plans crumble in fury. And Elira, the despised orphan, is suddenly the most important wolf alive.

The world had long since darkened, shadows of despair creeped into every corner like harbingers of misfortune. Zombies roamed the lands and the once so beautiful world turned into a nightmare. Everyone hopefully waits for an apocalypse to end while the scientists are intrigued and mesmerized by the monsters they have created. Dungeons pop out of nowhere like lost bunnies and horror was the only side of the world. But, through this ordeal, there's one person who sees this all as a dream they'd soon wake up from. The horrors didn't faze them, and they weren't afraid of death. Why?

When your own stepmom starts pimping you out to her gorgeous, lonely best friends… You know your teenage years won't be normal. Roland didn't know whether to cry, run, or thank the gods. After all, his stepmother wasn't just any woman—she was a smoking-hot cougar with a wicked but mysterious mind, and a dream: To marry him off into her circle of luscious besties. "Yukio, aren't you still bedridden? Want me to send my son over to help you recover~?" That single sentence on a casual video call sealed his fate. ___ That afternoon, Roland received the most absurd gift imaginable—his stepmom handed him a System literally. That’s right. Not a game console. Not money. A real, cheat-like System... the kind usually reserved for transmigrators and chosen ones. Except Roland had transmigrated eighteen years ago, and nothing remotely “chosen” had ever happened since—until now. The catch? It wasn’t just any System. It was the "Mother's Little Tasks" System, formerly owned by his doting (mysterious) mother. And its first mission? [Mission: Go on a blind date.] [Target Options: Yukino Yukio (Mother), Yukino Haruno (Eldest daughter), Yukino Yuki (Younger daughter).] [Warning: Once locked, your chosen girl can never marry anyone else.] [Reward: 1000 Points, one self-selected supernatural ability from Mall] Roland: "...What kind of twisted matchmaking app did I just inherit?" After reading the mission, Roland was stunned. An arranged romance at 18 was already bad—but a binding rule that prevented the chosen girl from marrying anyone else? What if he failed the mission? Would she be alone forever? "And this is supposed to be a System?" "Mom! What the hell is this mission?" Roland asked, his face darkening. "It finally triggered! All those Points I spent transferring the System weren’t wasted," his mother replied cheerfully, ignoring his outrage. "You set this up? Why?" "You’re nearly an adult and you’ve never even dated. Of course I’m worried." "I’m only eighteen! I have college entrance exams next year!" "Exams don’t matter. But youth without love isn’t youth at all." "...Is that something a mother should say?" Roland muttered. Most mothers pushed their kids to study harder—his acted like grades were irrelevant. "What kind of mom does this to her own son? And why is Aunt Yukio even on the target list? That’s just insane!" "Well~, I don’t know what kind of girl you like. The Yukino family has all three types—mature one, ripe, and unripe melon—so I just gave you options." --- [65,983 words free before lock chaps!] Note: -This novel starts slow. -No "catching girls like Pokémon." -MILF supremacy—with Justice for others -HEAVY Slice of life, with natural growth in relationships, jealousy, and emotional development. -For 1st Vol or arc it'll mostly consists of mc progression with others as well as mc and FLs daily life interaction as they deskth with this new situation. -Also there'll be lot of shura field between a mother and her daughter. -No incest. No yuri. No NTR. No r*pe. -No dark tags. -And one MYSTERIOUS mom who believes love matters more than grades—and a System that agrees. -No shortcuts in relationships growth towards bed! -Love will blossom through action, not a line of words from AUTHOR or System tricks. -And yes—the MC is competent. -R18 content will be clearly marked. ***ALL OF MY CLAIMS CAN BE PROVED WHEN YOU READ AT LEAST 20-25 chaps. DON'T READ IF YOU WANT R18 WITHOUT PROGRESSION FOR IT!

In her past life, Si Huang was controlled and manipulated by her family. She was hailed as the best leading actor of her generation, yet she met a tragic end. Unexpected circumstances granted her a rebirth. She could start all over again—with the bonus of a peculiar inheritance. ‘This is my chance!’ Si Huang thought, stroking her chin. ‘This time, I will have my revenge. An eye for an eye.’ * She reclaimed her throne in the entertainment industry, becoming the number one prince charming in the eyes of women by day, and she wielded a dark power—being a vicious mastermind behind the scenes by night. One word and the stock market was under her control. She was the mysterious angel of fortune among businessmen. One fist was enough to bring her enemies to their knees. She was a tiny conqueror among an army of men. Mm… And she was the object of a certain someone’s affection. However, one day, the world rose into an uproar—this prince charming was a woman! * Amidst the swarm of lascivious men, a certain man smirked. ‘I’ve been guarding my wife for a very long time. Who would dare steal her?’ “Sir, Mr. Li has invited Young Master Si to dinner.” “Shut down his family’s hotel.” “Sir, Young Master Si had a fight with the Wang Family's heir.” “Send a message to the surgeon. Ensure that he gives the patient the ‘special treatment'.” “Huh? But Young Master Si is alright.” “I was referring to the Wang Family’s son.” “...” * Many years later, their little bundle of joy pointed at the television screen, which was showcasing The Nation’s Most Desirable Men and Women. The little one stared at the man beside him, looking very confused. “What’s wrong, little one?” the man asked, radiant with fatherly gentleness. The little one pointed at the television hesitantly, going back and forth multiple times before finally asking, “Are you my daddy or mommy?” The man’s face darkened instantly. “I’m your father, of course!” “But they say that my daddy is the real prince charming, and prince charming married you!” The little one explained with a serious look on his face. The man was speechless.

♡☆Married to the devil's father; Claimed by the devil himself☆♡ At 18, Genevieve Armani was auctioned off to an octogenarian mafia Don, her fate sealed in a cruel, loveless marriage. But when her husband dies on their third anniversary, Genevieve dares to hope for freedom. In his will, she is left all of his wealth—except one thing: her freedom. "Genevieve Armani will inherit all of my properties and assets, but she will be inherited by my son, Adrian Visconti," the lawyer read the last clause of the will out. Refusing to be anyone's property, Genevieve hatches a plan. She will push Adrian away, hoping to be discarded or at least left alone. However, her rebellious acts only fuel Adrian’s obsession. The more she defies him, the more intrigued he becomes, his fascination darkening whenever he glimpses her scars—reminders of the years she’s fought to survive. Now, Genevieve faces a choice: succumb to the role forced upon her or reclaim control of her life and complete the plan she's carefully crafted. But what will happen when Adrian uncovers the truth—that he’s the reason behind her every wound, both physical and emotional? ~ Note: This book is divided into two Volumes. Volume 1 follows Genevieve as she is auctioned into the dark, dangerous world of the mafia, where she becomes entangled in a forbidden romance while struggling to adapt to her new reality. Volume 2, however, is set three years later and delves into the heart of the main story. Rest assured, the narrative flows seamlessly, making it an unforgettable read. X♡X♡

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

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

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

They say sorrow is a seed planted by fate in the heart. Some nurture it into something pure—something that lights the way. Others let it twist and darken, growing into a hunger for vengeance. And some... simply choose to live, quietly, with their wounds tucked away. This is not a tale of heroes or villains. It’s the story of three souls—Keith, Alpha, and Chris— who were thrown into a world that never showed them mercy. But in its cruelty, the world gave them power. The question is... What will they become? A flicker of hope in a world beyond saving? Or the final nightmare in a long chain of ruin? Or will they dissolve their sorrows into the fog of indifference—until they become a shadow too faint for fate’s blade to strike?

(Warning- Mature Content) "It could have been anyone. Then why me?" Michael Clark took a pause before replying as his eyes met hers. "Because it had to be you." Ashley Parker had believed that the biggest twist her life took was when she went for an interview but got hired as a wife. Just how wrong she was! Michael Clark was the name that was infamous around the country. Being the future leader of the Clark Industries, he was widely known for his dedication towards his aims. Everyone had believed that whoever will marry him would either belong to some royal family or equally prestigious one. However, it took everyone by surprise when he got married to an orphan. An orphan who did not meet the expectations of his stinking-rich family at all. The Clarks were no less than the royals. It was the family living as a joint, setting themselves as a big-happy family. In reality, it was messed-up, with troubled internal history. They did not get along with each other! And it was an understatement that they disliked Ashley. What was trusted to be a fairytale was nothing but a facade behind the closed doors. There was a deal hidden from all. Michael had a purpose to fulfill for which Ashley Parker would stay as his wife for three years and he will pay off her debts in return. After that they will part their ways. What Ashely could not understand throughout was why it had to be only her when she had nothing to offer him? "That day you said it had to be me. Why?" She tried again. "You do know that the curosity kills the cat, right?" "At least warn me if it will be harmful to me." His thumb halted on her skin. His eyes which were following his thumb all the while met her eyes again. She looked at him with something close to desperation. It was the desperation to have a slightest hint of what was needed of her. "A warning, right." Michael murmered. "Dangers will be upon you but I promise that not a single scratch you will get." Unbeknownst to her, she was the most useful to him. Her entire being. Her identity. Just her existence. No money in the world could buy her existence. What game was he even playing? Nothing materialistic. But something that no money in the world could buy. What Michael did not imagine was to get obsessed with his pretty wife. He never thought that his desires would take over him, making him go against himself to keep her as his. Only his. The flame of the revenge would die. The raged breaths would calm. The darkened period would get to see the new light just as long as she was alive. And then one day, incidents began occurring, secrets started unfolding and her heart began falling when she realized what purpose was that drove Michael to marry her.

Luca Moretti was just an ordinary web reader—until he woke up inside “Bound by Fate,” a tragic BL novel where he’s transmigrated as the main character. So, he should be happy, right? Life should be easy since he is the main character? Wrong. Instead, Luca screamed to the heavens, “Why, goooooooooooooooood?! Why him?! I could’ve been a side character... even a nobody! Why the main character?!” Because in the end, the hero sacrifices him to save others. But Luca refuses to play along. "I’ll just ignore both the hero and the villain. No big deal, right? Easy." Except fate keeps popping him in front of the hero, making his heart race unnecessarily. And when all escape routes fail, Luca makes his final, desperate choice—walking straight into the devil’s den. Even if the villain is a complete psychopath, playing with people’s lives as if they’re pieces in an online game. But to stay alive, Luca has only one option—obey the villain. "You’re so pretty," Salvo murmured, his wicked smile curling as he tilted Luca’s chin up as he knelt before him. “Truly, you belong to me.” Luca swallowed hard. Salvo’s eyes darkened. "Remember... you belong to me now.”

Xu Nuan, died brutally at the tender age of 20. She was extremely resentful of her death. That b**tard killed her unjustly after her value was drained. She sacrificed her whole life for that person and the results??!!! "Hah, Do you think you can escape?? I will take your very existence to the hell with me" She smirked and with the petrified face of that person she blasted the whole building. When Xu Nuan opened her eyes, she was confused, 'Didn't she die??' But to her surprise she actually transmigrated into novel she read recently. She became an cannon fodder whose space became golden figure for female lead. "Heh, now that I am here let's see how she dares to take this space away" said Xu Nuan as her eyes darkened. So, with the space and system in her hands let's see how Xu Nuan became overpowered boss in last days. ***** Little Theatre ****** Xu Nuan : AHHH, Let me go brother, I am killing this b**tard today!! *Infuriated* Nuan's Brother : *Hands her gun* Here go-ahead sister I am here to back you. *Smirks* Han Chen : F**k, Xu Cheng!! *Cursed at Nuan's Brother* *Looks at Nuan with pleading eyes and tenderly* Baby, Forgive me okay?? I was wrong, I was wrong. Xu Nuan : *Cracks her knuckles* *Throws gun aside* *Smashes her fist towards Han Chen* Han Chen : Damn, that hurts *Cursed under his breath yet holds her in arms* Okay, I am sorry. Forgive me my little ancestor. said in gentle yet helpless tone. Xu Nuan : *Snorts* Humph! Today I forgive if you dare to mock me, you are dead!! Xie Cheng : *Eyes dimmed* What a pity. Han Chen : *Glares at Xu Cheng* ******** Protagonist: Xu Nuan , Han Chen

She saw a child full of bruises and facing the ground with lips and a complexion that had already darkened. "What just happened to this child?" Then she remembered Avicia and without hesitation, she came down on the chest of the lifeless child and spoke. ''Rivivere.'' The lady turned back into a white small ball of fire and slowly entered the child's chest. A few moments passed and the child who had been lifeless suddenly opened her eyes. Along with the heavy rain is its resurgence and butterflies of different colors fluttered behind the girl that made a huge garden filled with them. The girl with long ginger red curly hair was now firmly standing and under the rain, she was smiling creepily. ▪️▪️▪️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ▪️▪️▪️ REBORN AETHER by: HiraethCat All Rights Reserved copyright 2018

Elias was once a man of hope. A commoner who dared to believe that he could live with dignity, even when they were oppressed by nobility. But the hope shattered the day his mistress betrayed him by framing him for crimes he never committed and casting him into prison. Now, he wants only one thing: revenge. And he’s willing to pay any price for it. When Seraphine, a pure-blooded vampiress with a taste for cruelty, offered him power in exchange for loyalty, Elias accepted it. He became her weapon, a pawn in her eternal games. As he became a part of the game, he realized the nobles he once feared are nothing but cattle to the true masters: the vampires. Greed isn’t humanity’s greatest enemy. Submission is. With his soul darkening and his heart hardened, Elias begins his bloody climb to the top. He will reshape the hierarchy that crushed him, even if it means burning down the world as it is. Follow Elias’s descent and rise as he forges a throne from vengeance and blood.

Seventeen‑year‑old Louis Durand is a quiet lycée student from Lyon whose only passions are antique firearms and deep‑dive documentaries about European military history. When a runaway delivery truck sends him to an early grave, he awakens in a candle‑lit Paris bedroom—inside the body of a recently deceased provincial clerk—on 10 November 1799, the morning after Napoleon Bonaparte’s coup d’État of 18 Brumaire. Gifted with perfect recall of two centuries of technological progress and burdened by the knowledge of France’s eventual defeat in the Wars of Coalition, Louis vows to tip the scales. From rifled muskets and percussion caps to steam‑powered logistics and optical telegraphs, he will drip‑feed “future” inventions to the budding Consulate—while evading inquisitive statesmen, ruthless spies, and the paradoxes of tampering with history itself. Yet the battlefield is not his only front. Entrusted as an aide to Napoleon’s formidable but kind‑hearted stepdaughter—Hortense de Beauharnais—Louis must navigate salons, intrigues, and a blossoming romance that could change both their destinies. Every innovation he shares may win a battle—but at the cost of accelerating the mechanization of war and darkening the age he longs to protect.

The man I once loved the most Sebastian, the youngest judge in history was the one who sentenced me to prison. Three years behind bars stripped me of everything: my pride, my future, and the life I once knew. When I was finally released, I had nothing left. My family had fallen, and with nowhere to go, I was forced to survive as a bar hostess. Then fate twisted the knife. Sebastian walked back into my life colder, more ruthless than ever. His eyes darkened as they raked over my skimpy uniform. Gripping my waist, he growled, "Gloria, who gave you permission to work in a place like this?" I gave him a sultry smile, masking the ache inside. "Buy a bottle, sir… and I’m all yours tonight."

Darken lived as something less than a slave, less than a human. Under the mercy of a mad merchant, his existence was nothing more than an extension of submission—a neglected being, unworthy of even a passing glance. Even the pigs received more care than he did, and the serfs knew a mercy he had never tasted. Hunger was not just a fleeting sensation; it had become a constant companion, clinging to him like a shadow. and Pain was not the result of random blows but a perpetual reality, repeating without end. Yet even in a world like this, there are moments that ignite the spark of change. When an unknown force attacked the merchant caravan, chaos erupted—screams, flames, blood. Escape was not a choice for Darken but an instinct, a drive untainted by hope, but fueled solely by pure fear. Every step was a desperate grasp at life, but his frail body failed him, sending him tumbling unnoticed off a towering cliff into the abyss of the sea. The water invaded his lungs, and death seemed a welcome relief, something to embrace. But fate had already carved a different path. On an unfamiliar shore, between the crawling heat of the sand and the whisper of the gentle breeze, Darken opened his eyes for the first time—to find himself looking at the world through the eyes of a free man, unchained, unclaimed. Yet for someone who had never tasted freedom before, its weight might be something entirely different. Note: Chapters are published every four or five days, and at most, every week. X platform : @aeryxErython Instagram : @ae_v71 Telegram : https://t.me/DS_Arise Discord : soon ...

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

When empires fall, legends rise from the ashes. Vaelorian Empire, the shining jewel of the continent, has fallen, not to armies or kings, but to something far older and far more terrifying: a failed experiment from a forgotten era, now reborn as 'The Destroyer'. Elira, a survivor of the catastrophe with her small group of knights finds themselves alone in a world tearing at its seams. Kael, a masked commander of a small army consisting of only the most loyal soldiers, holds the key to stopping the oncoming darkness, but his past is a secret buried beneath scars and silence. As war erupts, power shifts, and ancient enemies awaken, the paths of three extraordinary souls collide: A survivor of the destruction. A soldier born from broken science. A traitor who may become the world's last hope. But in a world built on secrets, no alliance is safe. And as the sky darkens, the line between hero and villain begins to blur. Epic in scope and intimate in emotion, The War Criminal's Crown is the first chapter in a tale of rebellion, redemption, and the price of forgotten knowledge.

In the midst of the 27th Century, space-time travel had been considered the primary way of going to and from across the stars. After Earth's resources were consumed by all-out war and overpopulation, the only thing left to do was seek out more resources hidden in the stars. Anya Weber, a young woman just fresh out of the academy, was going to embark on her first journey to the stars. As a crew member of the EFS Hoffnung, she was to begin her new life as a member of the security force. Though she was wet behind the ears, it was only guaranteed that her work here would help give her experience - a colony ship, which would provide her with the knowledge needed to continue on with her career. But after leaving Earth and a long time of travel, things take a strange turn. She would wake from her hyper sleep - only no one else was around. She was alone in a ship that seemed to have become derelict. With no choice but to move forward, she would soon learn the lines between helplessness and madness.

"You were never meant to be mine, Seraphina." His voice was a low growl, his golden eyes darkened with a dangerous hunger. "Yet here you are... defying fate itself." Seraphina was supposed to be nothing more than a pawn, a bargaining piece in a war she never chose. But when the ruthless Lycan King claims her as his, she finds herself trapped in a game of power, passion, and betrayal. "If you think I’ll bow to you like the others, you’re mistaken." She lifts her chin, despite the chains binding her. "I am no one's possession." But when ghosts from his past return—one bleeding, the other burning with vengeance—Seraphina realizes she isn’t just fighting for freedom. She’s fighting for his heart. And in a kingdom where love is forbidden and betrayal lurks in the shadows, the greatest threat may not be the enemy outside their walls... but the desire igniting between them. She is the forbidden bride. He is the most ruthless king. And their love could destroy them both.

After everything that Zaroth had was stolen from him, he decided to live solely for his desires, morals be damned! Close to his death, he resurrects and tames a mythical dragon, who turns out to be a breathtaking woman. Learning that in order to explore her body, he must grow stronger so he doesn’t die during the act, Zaroth sets a clear goal for himself: to get stronger. “But I’m curious about something.” “Hm? What is it?” Luna asked, raising an eyebrow. “You said you judged me. How did you do that? Why was I worthy?” Luna’s smile darkened, her eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity. "Despite knowing you would die, you didn’t pray to the gods. On the contrary, you declared that you would kill every single one of them like the dogs they are. In my life, you’re the only one who’s ever made such a declaration, which is why I couldn’t leave you behind—someone who dares to share my dream." ---------- If you’re brave enough to join us, the Abyss Watchers can be found here - https://discord.gg/3evkMwNyZC

My name is Elliott Maxwell, a simple man that has been brought about through the slums and breaking tides of life. though through my living I have made a substantial number of enemies. so to preface in case I might lose my life a record be left behind to acknowledge my exsistance and share my experiences. a last will,a journal, or perhaps a diary , I am not well versed in what regular folks would call it. but it definitely is... something. I would like to consider myself an unbiased man taken by the waves of trouble and winds of change through my days. though this is not quite correct. I am simply a lone individual to share my story so that others might not fall prey to the same schemes as I. [[p.s though this is a realism/ real world inspired book, our world also holds some darkened corners where our understanding doesn't quite reach. though it's not the focus if the topic of wishes or magic comes up do not be supprised. though in the context it would be more of assuming that the various psychic and witchcraft that people in real life partake in can actually affect the real world.]]