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Hazel found herself in the realm of Arcadia where creatures of fantasy lived. Fascinated by what she saw, she was hopeful for a better life but found herself captured, quickly shattering all her hopes of a better life. Just when she thought her hopes of living were all in vain, she was saved and taken to the castle by the king who claimed her to be his destined mate. Hazel later learned that she had magic within her that she was unknown to. She pledged to find the truth about her origin and learn to put her powers to use. But in her quest to discover and uncover her hidden abilities, evil resurfaced, threatening the new life she had built for herself. When faced with the dark secrets of Arcadia, Hazel must fight for her survival and the survival of the realms. ------- Excerpt: Standing side by side, they watched as the crack on the ground grew wider and the black smoke that oozed from it became thicker. Standing beside it were the dark Elf and a banshee who had broken the five seals that sealed the darkness away and kept it at bay. "What is that?" Hazel asked. She could not believe the sight before her. A realm as beautiful as this harbored such darkness within it! On a closer look, she was able to identify Duran but she could not identify the other person standing beside him. "The Banshee," Arzaan replied. His gaze fixated on the two who had broken the seals he placed on the land. Shifting his gaze momentarily from them, he puts a shield on Hazel and holds onto her waist to prevent her from moving forward already knowing what would happen next. "Why are they...? Her words were left unfinished. Her eyes grew wide at the phenomenon that had materialized before them. "What is that?"

Kerry hates vampires, she fears them and would have rather avoided having to ever deal with one. Her life is made complicated when her mother gets remarried to a vampire. As a human who has always believed that Vampires, Wolves, and incubuses were nothing more than stories, she is among the few who find it difficult to cope with their existence. With a new father, along comes a Drop-dead gorgeous stepbrother oozing danger, a single look would leave her frozen in place. " Don't look at me like that " " Like what?" he asked, head tilted " Like you want to bite me" " Maybe I do, you look delicious" Kerry hates vampires, yet it's hard to not get seduced by one

Having been able to perform a little bit of magic, Tessa escapes from her home that is more of a prison to her, with the intention of going around Kingdoms she comes across. Unknown to her, the more she uses her power the more she attracts danger. What kind of danger? No one knows. Until she meets him. Zarek, a forbidden name in Eryndor Kingdom. He is the fourth Prince of the Kingdom, loathed by everyone including his father, the King, and sentenced to life imprisonment since birth. Until he meets her. Locked in one cell, both ignites something deep inside each other. A raw, untamed passion that they cannot ignore. The touch of her hand is like fire to his dead cold soul and every stolen kiss, every fleeting moment between them, becomes a sin they cannot stop committing. It is until their separation do they realize they are betrothed to each other. A bond formed by human but already destined. As their love deepen, Tessa is forced to confront the darkest secret of her bloodline. Her power goes out of control due to a curse and the more time she spends with Zarek, it becomes a threat not only to her but him too. But not in a million years will Zarek let her go. She is his life, his love and obsession. ************** “Our love… is deemed dangerous, impure and cursed. That it will break all.” Tears streamed on her face, blood oozing from her mouth. “And it will break me if you leave, Tessa.” For the first time, Zarek shed a tear. Just for her. “I love you, Tessa. Please don’t go.” Their forehead leaned on each other, as they let their emotions flow together with the rain, making silent vows. “Let’s go away from here.” They said at the same time. ************ This book is in the Cupid's Quill contest. Please support the book by adding to library, giving your votes and gifts.

“Lin Yunfeng! Stop right there!” Lin Yunfeng gazed back at the speeding figure behind him. Heart racing, he picked up speed and ran through the abandoned corridor. “You better stop Yunfeng!!” Ren Muchen growled loudly. The little brat was much faster than he had expected. “This is how you wish to face me after you fucking slept with me? Fine! Run then! Let’s see how long you can last,” Panting Lin Yunfeng looked back in panic. “I’m so sorry, it was a mistake. think of it as Stepping on shit. Please forgive me!” he placed a hand on his lower stomach and ran even faster. “Watch out!” Yunfeng gazed ahead in surprise. a half-rotten corpse stood in his way. He came to a screeching halt but the slippery floor made it hard for him to come to a complete stop. He fell unceremoniously face down on the ground. “Fuck,” The zombie jumped onto him with its mouth wide open. Its bloody saliva dripped onto his face. Yunfeng held his breath. He had read about this before but this was the first time he had actually seen an undead. It petrified him. ‘Is this how I die?’ “Growl,” the beast aimed at his neck precisely, Just as he thought his life was coming to an end, a long axe cut through the decayed neck of the Zombie. The heavy zombie fell right on top of him, oozing blood and puss. A hand grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. “You are not dying, not today, not anytime soon...” Ren Muchen said with a nasty grin/ Yunfeng gulped. Muchen peered into his trembling black eyes coldly. “You know why?” because we are having a baby.” Yunfeng’s hand reflectively went into his tummy. “h-how do you know?” “You knew?! Yet you ran!” Muchen laughed coldly and shook him like a rattle. “Take responsibility you bastard, we created a life that day! “y-yes, I’ll take responsibility!”

When Major Vusi "Iron Jackal" van Doodmaak, a battle-hardened South African Special Forces officer, meets his untimely end during a covert operation in Mozambique, his death marks the beginning of a new journey. His soul is pulled into an enigmatic abyss, only to be reborn centuries earlier as Senzangakhona, heir to the Zulu throne—a lineage destined to shape the history of Southern Africa. Trapped in the fragile body of an infant, Senzangakhona retains his memories, military instincts, and an unyielding resolve to survive. But whispers of betrayal and supernatural possession swirl around him, endangering his fragile existence. When an ancient power awakens within him, Senzangakhona discovers he is the Core of the Nexus, a mystical hivemind that connects loyal followers to his thoughts, granting him influence but binding him to an unprecedented destiny. Determined not to let history define him, Senzangakhona sets his sights far beyond his tribal homeland. Armed with his modern military knowledge, the wisdom of a soldier, and the supernatural power of the Nexus, he plans to unite the fractured Zulu tribes and elevate them into a global superpower. As political intrigue brews in the royal court and external threats loom large, Senzangakhona must navigate ancient traditions, betrayal, and a world on the brink of transformation. Fusing African history, supernatural elements, and military strategy, The Last Spear of the Zulu Empire : Bring the 21st century to Africa is a gripping tale of reincarnation, loyalty, and ambition. Will Vusi’s second life rewrite the fate of the Zulu, or will the dangers of power and betrayal bring his plans crashing down?

In a world dominated by the relentless pursuit of cultivation and power, Alex, the scorned heir of a fallen noble family, is born with a dark fate—cursed to remain weak and unloved. Disowned and exiled into the treacherous wilderness, he faces a childhood marred by betrayal, conflict, and suffering. Yet, beneath his frail exterior lies an indomitable spirit fueled by a thirst for vengeance. Alex’s destiny takes a drastic turn when he stumbles upon an ancient artifact hidden within a mystical space, housing the soul of a long-forgotten demonic overlord. This encounter ignites a profound metamorphosis, granting him forbidden cultivation techniques, the power to manipulate blood, and access to long-lost abilities like soul manipulation and time control. As he embarks on his journey to power, Alex endures excruciating trials of body tempering, deceptive strategies using clones, and the mastery of spatial and time magic. Ruthlessly seizing control over magical beasts and mercenaries, he manipulates entire sects through mind control and cunning deception. His rise through a society built on strength is meteoric, and he hides his true abilities behind multiple facades, becoming both feared and reviled. Haunted by the betrayals of his past, Alex’s ruthless decisions stem from deep-seated resentment. Yet, as prophecy intertwines with his journey, he discovers the true role he plays in shaping the world’s fate. As he battles immortal cultivators and confronts tribal societies, Alex forges a path toward godhood. With timelines converging and secrets of his past life unveiled, Alex prepares for an inevitable war, aspiring not just to ascend beyond mortality but to rewrite the very fabric of existence. Betrayals, cultivation wars, and heavenly clashes await as he transitions from a powerless outcast to an eternal villain, feared across realms. In his quest for dominion over the world and beyond, every step in Alex's cultivation journey is marked by cruelty, schemes, and bloodshed.

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

Estou fazendo um rework na obra, pretendo continua-lá! Logo mais terá novos capítulos. [24/11/2024] [Português: Sinopse] Antes de reencarnar como uma criança órfão em uma vila tribal. Eu era o grande Rei "Selermonis!" Alguém tremendamente poderoso que viveu por muitos anos, sendo uma das principais influências que existiu no mundo inteiro. [English: Synopsis] Before being reincarnated as an orphaned child in a tribal village. I was the great King "Selermonis!" Someone tremendously powerful who lived for many years, being one of the main influences that exist throughout the world. (Warnings! The novel Contains Violence, Death, Heavy Themes, And Blood!) [Sorry For The English, I Used Google Translate] =============================== Os Nomes E Pessoas São Todas Fictícias Para Fazer A Trama Da História. (Avisos: A Novel Contém, Violência, Morte, Temas Pesados, E Sangue!) {Novel Totalmente Criada Por Mim: A Obra Está Em Construção} Conta Oficial Do Instagram: @SichaBrother ===============================

In a world where celestial beings and ancient spirits shape human destinies, a fallen angel faces the consequences of her greatest sin—seducing a mortal man, creating the enigmatic Nephilim. Cursed by an ancient tribal spirit, she wanders through countless lifetimes, chasing the shadow of her earthly lover. Each reincarnation is a penance, demanding her to break the curse and seek redemption from a God who remains indifferent to her plight. In her current life, a mysterious Tulpa—an imaginary friend with a mind of its own—begins addressing her as "Mommy." The Tulpa reveals this is her final lifetime, her last chance to break free from the eternal cycle. At a moment of ultimate despair, standing on a ledge, she is saved by Nile, a man whose connection to her past lives is more profound than either understands. As she navigates her complex journey with Nile and the guiding yet unsettling presence of the Tulpa, she uncovers hidden truths about love, sacrifice, and the boundless courage needed to alter one's fate. In a quest filled with danger, mystery, and deep emotional ties, can she finally break her curse and find peace, or will her sins condemn her to an endless cycle of love and loss? or worse, the infinite empty nothingness that the Tulpa warns her of. Ghosts of past choices haunt her at every turn, demanding a reckoning and the courage to challenge divine will for the hope of salvation.

"As our new tribal chief, you have a great responsibility. You must impregnate every woman in the tribe who wishes to give birth. As the tree of life's envoy, you do not have to worry about food. The village hunters will give tribute to the tree of life. You are allowed to eat the tributes as you wish." "So I only need to sit back and wait to impregnate whoever wants It?" Zuri, who had just transmigrated asked the middle aged woman in front of him. "That's right. As the only one with a seed in our tribe, you do not have to worry about most things." "When do I start?" "Right now, As the previous chiefs attendant, I need to teach you how to use your penis. So take off your clothes and let's mate." Just like that, the life of an ordinary man had suddenly turned to something he could only dream of. He may have not been reborn with a great golden finger like the many he has read of before. But he has the greatest thing a person could have in a world of women. A dick. ... Please note that the main character is A bit shy for the first few chapters, so bear with him for. bit. And we will be seeing some weird stuff in the future chapters. Though I can say that some of the terrifying tags like pedophilia, snuff and NTR will not be approached.

Transmigrating into the body of the infamous Demon King, Adira expected a life of power, domination, and ease. Instead, she’s greeted by chaos—a crumbling kingdom, a mountain of unfinished business, and enemies lurking in every shadow. Worse yet, she’s surrounded by a group of dangerously obsessive men who’ve decided she’s their everything. Each man is tied to the chaos of her past actions, but all of them have directed their overwhelming passions toward her. The Demonic Dragon: “Wife, you’ve changed… Let me cherish you forever.” His golden eyes shimmer with possessiveness and dangerous devotion, while a deceptively gentle smile hides his obsessive desires. The Seductive Incubus: “Wifey, let me serve you tonight, body and soul.” His silky voice oozes temptation, his gaze bending reality to his will. If he can’t have her heart, no one will. The Silent White Snake: A silent, watchful guardian with icy eyes that follow her every move. He rarely speaks, but his obsessive actions ensure no one dares get close to his “treasure.” The Sword Demon: “You can’t leave me. You’ve shown me strength and taught me what no one else ever could. I’ll follow you to the ends of the world.” Once a starving boy she trained on a whim, he grew into the fearsome Sword Demon, vowing eternal loyalty and love. The Assassin Leader: “You saved me from those chains, and now I belong to you. Always.” Freed during a slave auction she accidentally obliterated, he’s risen to lead the strongest assassin guild in the land. His devotion is as terrifying as his skills. And that’s not all. More obsessive admirers appear, each more intense than the last. From navigating demon politic stuff to dealing with her dangerously obsessed admirers, Adira must balance power, survival, and her own sanity while wondering: Why the hell am I surrounded by these crazy men?! Join Adira’s adventures as she faces a world filled with peril, passion, and chaos and maybe finds love along the way... if she can survive it.

In a land of absolute darkness, a young boy found himself alone and afraid, lost in a world where the very earth oozed with rot and despair clung to the air like thick fog. The boy remembers nothing of himself or his past, only his name and a deep, aching sense of loneliness.

I wasn’t so sure if it was my own blood stained my wedding dress. I was so sure that I bathed in crimson as I tried to catch my breath. I held my chest as I can feel the pain for the bullet thoroughly tormented my flesh. My vision was blurry as I tried to see my groom with his devilish look while pointing a gun at me. I’m sure he already fired it, as I tried to stop the blood oozing from my chest. Tears rolled down as I recalled how happy I am at his grand proposal. How he whispers the endless “I love you” to me. How his lips brushed mine as he held me in his embrace.  How sweet his smiles as it were purposely painted like the sun on clear blue skies. Hugo. I looked at him with bitterness as I tried to brush off my tears. I don’t understand why our love ends up like this.  All the love I had shattered as I looked this unfamiliar man in front of me. He walked towards me and he pointed the gun he held in his hands earlier. “My sweetest Jane.” He planted a departing kiss as I tried to talk back but my lips won’t move. My body was trembling with fear with the monster that is willing to end my life.  “I know you must be shocked at this state.” As he played few strands of my hair as I tried to reach him to retaliate but my trembling hands landed at his face, stained his handsome face with the blood from my chest. My tears won’t stop from flowing as I watch him laugh hideously; he held my hands and feels it in his face. I could still feel the warmth in his face.  “Hu..Hugo…Please help me.” Trying to survive and plead. I wonder if one touch could appease his anger and withdraw his gun from my head. “Shhhhhhh….. Don’t cry love. You won’t be alone in your afterlife. You may join your beloved parents, what do you think?” My parents, their faces flashed in my mind as they were supportive in my wedding with Hugo. They were the one who arrange this whole thing as their only cherished daughter. I trembled with wrath as I grabbed his collar with my might. This cursed creature! “What did I do to deserve this!” I shouted with all my voice that left with me. I couldn’t let him go as I gather my strength to get even for my parents. My naïve parents who blindly supported me to be with him.  He laughed evilly and I couldn’t know him. I stood in silence as I listened him laughed in my state, Hugo have you ever loved me? Thought crossed my mind. “You were too stubborn to believe that I loved you Jane. You were easily deluded that I need to get rid of you.”  So this must be the most hurting words I heard. I let him go from my grasp. I know he was waiting seconds to end my life it was that I am a bit impatient. “Indeed I am deluded Hugo. I regret falling in love with you wholeheartedly.” I pulled the trigger from the gun he pointed at me and I fell into darkness. Everything was a lie. Before I totally lose my senses, I could hear a woman calling Hugo and stood toward his side. I could still gaze at the approaching shadow and it became clearer and clearer. I clenched my face of what I saw. It was my sister, Allison and behind her were my parents. I wanted to laughed with the twist of events. Nobody know I could still heard them talking in my dying self. I could feel my mother’s hand wring my neck to sure that I will die. I could not resist.  My death was stage. My death was….

"Beyond the celestial horizon, a catastrophic balance shifts, unleashing echoes of destruction upon the realm of Vylaxys. Amidst the chaos, Lyra'kaidos emerges, a mysterious wielder of ancient magical artifacts. Her unyielding quest: vanquish the enigmatic Echo Keeper, Zha'zik, whose twisted ambition has ravaged the land. As Lyra forges unlikely alliances from different parts of the cosmos, whispers of her true destiny spread: a chosen artisan, born to wield the essence of the tribal realms. But with each step, the shadows deepen: What secrets lie within Lyra's forgotten past? What drives Zha'zik's relentless pursuit of cosmic balance? And what ancient mysteries will be unearthed in the forgotten temples of Vylaxys? Join Lyra on an epic adventure through treacherous landscapes, treacherous politics, and the hidden dimensions of her own soul. Will her unyielding spirit and mastery of the celestial arts be enough to shatter the echoes, or will Vylaxys succumb to the abyss? _The Celestial Artisan_ weaves a tale of magic, mystery, and self-discovery, where ancient powers, mythical creatures, and cosmic forces collide in a world teetering on the brink of oblivion."

When the cold metal of the heavy-duty truck knocked her, she surprisingly somersaulted in the air before crashing harshly on the cold and wet floor. Blood oozed from every natural opening in her body, including the artificially created ones, courtesy of the truck. Former heiress, Iris Bowman breathed her last, wishing for nothing but an opportunity to avoid the board meeting that destroyed her entire life. As funny as her wish may sound, the deities answered her prayer, fulfilling her dying wish. Iris was reborn as a vindictive grand witch who wouldn't bat an eyelid when wreaking havoc. How would she mend the broken relationship with her family and avoid her sister's tragic death? Would she save herself from doom in this lifetime? By a cunning design of the heavens, Iris Bowman discovered Tyler Harper, the heavily wounded mafia prince, sitting at the back of her limited-edition Ferrari. When love sparked between the two, would Iris survive in his ruthless world filled with bloodshed, or would it overwhelm her? What if the bloodshed was what the new Iris loved more than anything? Now, her traitor of a fiance wanted her back, but Iris had different plans for him. ******* "Tyler… Tyler… Don't be surprised that I know who you are…Tyler… I promise you… I mean no harm… Please, I need you to calm down and wait for a little while… Please don't die on me, Tyler… I beg you… Spare my sister and I… We cannot stand the wrath of the Harper clan if anything were to happen to you." Iris pleaded dreadfully. “Drive!” It was all the mafia king had to say before he shut his eyes.

[MATURE CONTENT] Lise is thrown out of the elven forest after contracting a curse that forces her to make unbridled furious love with someone every night. Now, Lise has to bed at least one man a night, otherwise her body would crumble from the curse and wither away. What's worse, she has developed a taste for lovemaking. Yet, after randomly fooling around for a while, Lise finally makes up her mind about becoming an adventurer and maybe finding a proper cure for this curse. And maybe have some fun along the way.

[MATURE CONTENT] Lise is thrown out of the elven forest after contracting a curse that forces her to make unbridled furious love with someone every night. Now, Lise has to bed at least one man a night, otherwise her body would crumble from the curse and wither away. What's worse, she has developed a taste for lovemaking. Yet, after randomly fooling around for a while, Lise finally makes up her mind about becoming an adventurer and maybe finding a proper cure for this curse. And maybe have some fun along the way.

In the Middle Ages in the West and the Edo Era in the North East, incessantly declaring wars over vague matters, this was clearly stupid. a young man who lived a hundred years after the war, wanted to repeat the war again, but the war was not created by his hands. keep up with the story, available on webnovel and wattpad

A man who thought his past was behind him, a young knight seeking honor and virtue. A princess looking for a way to save her people, a surviving tribal woman out for revenge against those who had attacked her tribe. And a bard just looking to tell the tales of the world. Their paths cross, and through this crossing fate's grand plan is set in motion, and the pieces are moved into place to awaken something erased from the world's records.

In the heart of medieval times, Atika, a tribal slave girl adorned with intricate tattoos marking her heritage, finds herself on the auction block once again. Known for her fierce spirit and unyielding defiance, she has been sold and returned by numerous masters, none able to tame the wildness within her. Atika's life changes when Virgil, a handsome and tall pureblood vampire, attends the auction. Cold, sadistic, and narcissistic, Virgil's reputation precedes him. Yet, he is immediately captivated by Atika's beauty and fiery spirit. Her feral nature reminds him of a wild kitten, earning her the nickname "kitten" from him. Intrigued and seeing potential in her that others have missed, Virgil places a high bid, securing Atika as his new possession. He brings her to his grand estate, a place of opulence and dark secrets. There, he plans to mold her into a perfect servant, but he is also drawn to the possibility of something more—an unusual bond that neither can yet define. Excerpt: The moonlight filtered through the high, arched windows of Lord Virgil’s estate, casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The imposing figure of Virgil, a tall and handsome pureblood vampire with raven hair and piercing red eyes, stood in the center of the grand hall. His gaze was fixed on Atika, the human slave girl who knelt before him, her tribal attire and tattoos a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Atika's spirit was unbroken despite her circumstances. She was feisty, with a sharp tongue and a sweetness that could disarm even the coldest of hearts. But Virgil was not easily swayed. His narcissistic and sadistic nature made him a master of control, and he relished the challenge she presented. “Kneel, kitten,” Virgil commanded, his voice smooth and unwavering. Atika hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing with rebellion, but she complied, sinking to her knees before him. She hated the nickname he had given her, but there was a strange intimacy in the way he said it, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. Virgil stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, lifting her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Such a feral kitten,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You remind me of a wild creature, untamed and full of fire.” Atika’s breath hitched, but she refused to look away. “I am not a pet,” she said defiantly. “I am a warrior.” Virgil chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “You are whatever I say you are,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her lips. “And right now, you are mine.” His eyes flickered to the brand on her shoulder, the mark that declared her a slave. His expression darkened, the amusement vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Who branded you with this mark?” he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. Atika’s heart pounded, fear and anger warring within her. She knew that revealing the name would bring death, but Virgil's patience was not infinite. She remained silent, her defiance a silent challenge. Virgil’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her chin. “Answer me, kitten,” he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Who dared to mark you as their property?” Tears welled in Atika’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “His name is Varek,” she said her voice barely a whisper. “He is the one who branded me.” Virgil’s expression grew darker, a deadly calm settling over him. He released her, turning away with a dangerous grace. “Varek,” he repeated, the name like poison on his lips. “He will pay for this.”

What if you're a tribal uncivilized man and you wake up one day to see a mobile phone? Kulkan is a young teen in an uncivilized tribe. He is always condemned for being different from other tribe men. He has no prior experience in battling whatsoever, but that soon changed when an advanced device fell into his hands. 'A gift from the gods' he says... Kulkan must use this device to solve the troubles of his tribe and also find out the true use of this device. Journey with Kulkan in this hilarious and action story! ————————————————————————————— Instagram: @larrycashbox

Love. Strength. Betrayal. Amidst the untamed wilderness of Montana, ancient tribal laws govern the lives of werewolves. Olivia Blackwood, she will shatter every tradition. She wanted to be the first female alpha of the Ebony Pack, she wanted to be a real alpha king. Father, brother, fiancé, husband No one can stop her from moving forward. She is one of a kind.

It was supposed to be a new, quiet, and simple life for 15-year-old noble boy Nate Wole, who was kicked out and exiled by his family for being too weak in favor of his older brother, Hertzel, a selfish warrior who cares only about himself and his skills in magic. Desperate, he traveled to the lowlands of Wooda, where while camping, he had an unlucky encounter with one of the collection of tribes of the Undead Animals, a bunch of hostile undead animals who can wield weapons and shapeshift into humans and were despised and hunted by humans. After getting killed by one of them under an Undead lion named Sati, Nate was saved by them after they regretted their decision to kill him, and Sati eventually gave his position as tribal leader to him. Nate was shocked to here that, but he has no choice but to accept it. And now, he is a leader of Sati’s lion tribe. Soon, he united the other Undead tribes under the new country name, Wooda, while studying to be a good leader, and changed his identity to Lloyd Lewole, completely vanishing his old identity in order to forget his past. But, will he handle such a great responsibility?

In the tribal lands of north where culture and heritage power is the emblem of superiority. Men are preferred over women but after decades of having only sons, Khan Vladimir was longing to have daughter or granddaughter. Ayla's birth was akin to a good omen. She was born with special powers. She grew up to be loved by everyone but the her power becomes a curse for her. A seal has to be put on her mind and powers that can delay the time of catastrophe that can destroy everything. The new chief Aghan; the mightiest and strongest among everyone, the ultimate symbol of authority and power in northern lands, never lacked anything in his life. But his child bride has been kidnapped!!

In a distant future, ten thousand years after the collapse of the Old World, humanity lives in isolated tribes amidst the ruins of a once-advanced civilization. Arak and Lyra, stumble upon ancient artifacts—a mysterious compass and a glowing disk—that pulse with hidden energy. Ignoring tribal warnings, they embark on a quest to unlock the secrets of the artifacts, uncovering a path to a powerful relic buried deep within the earth. But their pursuit awakens dark forces tied to the Old World’s cataclysm, threatening not only their lives but the fate of their entire tribe. As they navigate treacherous ruins and face ancient traps, Arak and Lyra must decide whether to harness the knowledge of the past or destroy it to protect their future. Whispers of the Ancients is a gripping tale of adventure and discovery, where echoes of a lost civilization challenge the balance of power in a world on the brink of transformation.

Bruce looked into her eyes, even in the midst of the darkness, she seemed to be the only one he could see. Not mindful of the blood that oozed out from his side, he drew her closer to him as she gasped in disbelief speechless! “You are mine Elena and I claim you!” A young weak Omega is taken prisoner by a rival Pack after the slaughter of her family and Pack members. She is relegated to torture and mockery; a weak blonde Omega who couldn’t shift. Fate brings her close to the Royal Chambers of the Lycan Castle where she meets the one who ripped her father’s heart apart. What happens when she finds out he is her fated mate?

The story of two lonely souls desperately in search of love, security, and a warm embrace! A woman hungry for revenge, craving blood, seeking vengeance, and a man with warm & kind heart craving love, and spreading love, certainly collided while crossing paths, and entangled with each other! Aysha, an arrogant, feisty, cold, cunning, vicious, and extremely dangerous boss lady of the famous mafia organization, black pheonix! Rehan Vashishth, a handsome surgeon in his last twenties. A soft spoken, young, compassionate, kind hearted man, and a well talented surgeon. Two opposite poles, two opposite personalities, two opposite characters, but were entangled with each other through the star crossed fate! .......... "Whyyy..?? I..I lov..loved youuu...!!" She asked him painstakingly, gazing at the bullets which were stuck on her body, resulting blood to ooze out! He smirked hatefully, and replied with a tone full of disgust, "Everything is fair in love & war! Today I won the war of revenge finally!" "Re...Revenge?!" She asked again not understanding anything, while he just shot the third bullet, "Revenge for my father, whom you snatched once mercilessly!" Her eyes turned blurry with tears, noticing the loathe & disgust directed towards her by the man she fell in love with, "Wh..Who's your fa..father?" "Shawn Williams!" He replied tearfully, with her eyes fixated onto the woman whom he was supposed to hate, but wasn't able to do it for some unknown reason. "Sha...Shawn Williams...!!!" A relieved smile graced her lips, as she repeated the name before closing her eyes fully, "The fun..niest fact of bet..betrayal is... It never com..comes from en..enemies!" "One day I hope you look back at everything that we had, and regret every single thing you did to let it end...!!! Goodbye, my lovee..!!"

ireoluwa was a girl with tribal mark, she is the only girl of her mother,because of tribal mark people don't want to associate themselves with her

I am tattooing a totem in another world. Author: A piece of nonsense. The wanderers who had lost their totems gathered together to keep each other warm, living without food or clothing, until one day they picked up a man from the earth. Traveling through another world, Lin Xiao looked at this primitive world in bewilderment. Every tribe in this world has its own totem. Only those who light the totem can become a totem warrior, so he silently picked up his job as a tattoo artist. . Lin Xiao: Brother, can’t you light the totem? Tribal man: ...Are you looking for death? Lin Xiao: It doesn’t matter, I’ll give you a tattoo and it will still work! Tribesman:? ? ? Content tags: Another World Traveling Through Time and Space Infrastructure One-sentence summary: Tattoo artist engages in construction in another world Brief review of the work: Lin Xiao, who had traveled through another world, looked at the primitive world in front of him and the two ronin kids. He looked at the sky speechlessly, no, he couldn't live this poor and miserable life, he had to do something! In the wilderness era, tribes fought, and the tribe was destroyed when the totem was destroyed. To become a ronin after the tribe was destroyed was to dance with the god of death. The ronin who lost the totem lived a miserable life until a tribe called Yanhuang appeared to break all this. Lin Xiao, a tattoo artist, traveled to another world to build a tribe from scratch, take in rogues, and carry out construction, gradually changing the rules of this iron-blooded wilderness era. #NoCp#

I am a Snow Owl-Leopard Griffin and I do not have much to complain about my life, I have a great yet odd mother, live on floating fairytale islands filled with other flying creatures, magic and mysteries, but how did I end up in the arms of this rascal of a demon?! When chased away from my homeland I have to grow strong fast or perish on the way before I can even learn how to fly properly, but thankfully destiny traces my way into the world of cultivating as I grow obsessed with the power pursuing such knowledge gives me. Especially because I have people to save… and those to take revenge upon. *Thinks cool phare while staring at the horizon, the wind brushing his clothes and hair, all serene and determination oozing off from his cool demeanor… except for the glimmering eyed demon staring at his side with yet another gift for his cold beauty.* …I don’t have time for anything else, so take your gifts away you rogue demon! ~~~~ ML: Cold beauty, I bought you flowers! MC: Uhum…*doesn’t take any* ML: I bought us matching outfits lovely beauty! MC: Uhum… *doesn’t change clothes” ML: My king, I brought you to our chambers. MC:Uhu- Wait, what? Daring rascal, scram! ~~~~Warning~~~~ Mature content including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men. Enjoy~~ ~,^ PS. This is the second book of the series Reincarneted into a … but it can be read as a StandAlone.