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Leon is a spirited orphan from the outskirts of Mirage City, surrounded by friends who share his humble roots—but not his hunger for something greater. When a strange spiral-shaped fire awakens inside him, he enters a world shaped by elemental powers and the nine ascension paths that define every potencborn’s destiny. With guidance from his mentor Eva and the ever-critical Claire, Leon begins his training—but the path he chooses won’t just decide his future... it may alter the flow of the world itself. In the heart of the city, Servin Morvain, heir to one of Mirage’s oldest noble families, trains beneath the crushing weight of legacy. Born into power, prestige, and expectation, his waterborn abilities falter, drawing silence from his father and hollow kindness from his mother. As the pressure mounts, Servin begins to question the meaning of strength—and whether obedience is the only path forward. From opposite ends of the same society, their stories unfold. One rises from obscurity. The other chokes on tradition. In a world governed by nine paths, what happens to those who don’t walk any of them?

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.

In the rain-slicked, neon-drenched streets of Veridia City, one name is whispered in terror: The Vexillum Consortium. A monolithic crime syndicate whose tendrils choke every facet of life, they are the unopposed gods of the city's rotten heart. Their law is fear, their justice is death, and the police are nothing more than their neutered pets. To stand against The Vex is to beg for an end too brutal to imagine. When a desperate girl, Elara, makes a final, futile run for her life after witnessing the murder of her brother, the entire city turns a blind eye. She is prey, and The Vex are the hunters. Cornered in a dark alley, her hope extinguished, she collides with a man who is not from this city, a man with eyes that burn like embers. Kaelen "Kael" Ryker. He was only looking for a restaurant. But when he sees the girl's terror and the arrogant smirks of her pursuers, something ancient and cold within him awakens. They thought he was just another sheep to be slaughtered. They were wrong. He is the wolf the shepherds pray will never come. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a monster who hunts other monsters. The chronicle of a man whose power is so absolute, it inspires not just hope, but a terrifying awe. Watch as he dismantles the city's fear, piece by bloody piece, and builds an empire on its ashes, gathering a harem of deadly, beautiful women who are drawn to the irresistible gravity of his strength. He is not a hero. He is the FEARBREAKER.

The world has already fallen. Beneath the merciless Skyroot Dome, forgotten whispers twist reality. Rayne, burdened by a tainted heritage he never chose, must face the relentless darkness within and without. In the shadows of a broken world, the final verdict is coming — and it shows no mercy. Everything comes with a cost, including power, can have a devastating impacts on it’s user. At the story’s edge begins a quiet storm: A world dies. A boy survives. And the Spire awaits.

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

"Fate is destiny. An unmovable force that chokes the life out of everything and everyone you hold dear. It knows no emotions—neither love nor sadness, not even hate. You cannot run from it, you cannot escape it, and you cannot survive it. You can do only one thing." "What?" "Kill it. Or in your case, find the person who stole your fate and kill them”. Born in a deadly standstill between humanity and the Rache, there weren’t a lot of things that could go wrong in Jace's life. But they did. With his fate stolen and a mark upon his head, Jace will have to fight, crawl and claw his way to the thief of his fate. But fate is cruel. And Jace will be faced with the ultimate choice : Submit to Fate or break free from its chains and suffer the consequences.

Lady Elara was always quiet — not because she lacked words, but because the world never deserved to hear the storms raging inside her. Behind her gentle steps and dawn-like gaze lies a mind sharper than any blade, and a soul burdened with secrets heavier than any tombstone. Alaric Blackthorne, the Duke cloaked in shadows and whispered rumors, is a man forever lost within his own cursed halls. Behind his cold presence hides a fear no one dares to face… except for the quiet girl whose arrival shakes the foundation of his haunted manor. Between moonlit corridors and ivy-choked halls, a dangerous connection blossoms. Torn between duty and desire, fate and freedom, Elara must decide: remain hidden within her silence… or rise to reclaim a strength she never knew she possessed. Meanwhile, Alaric must confront the darkness imprisoning him — and choose whether he’s willing to lose everything for the girl who brought him back to life. A story of quiet strength, forbidden love, and the delicate line between salvation and ruin. Will she find her voice before it's too late? Will he break free from the labyrinth of his own shadows? And when the final door opens… will they save each other, or destroy everything they’ve ever known? ---

In a kingdom where power is ruled by blood and scent, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Liora Vayne has spent years on the run, disguising herself with heat suppressants to hide the truth of what she is-an omega in a world that chains her kind to alphas through laws, collars, and cold tradition. All she wants is a life of quiet freedom on the open road. No masters. No bindings. No fate. But fate finds her anyway. When she saves a wounded stranger from the dust-choked roadside, Liora doesn't expect her to be Veyra Halvarin-the kingdom's heir, an alpha general, and the sole survivor of a brutal attempt on the royal bloodline. Charged with warning the court, Veyra insists Liora escort her to the nearest outpost. Yet as danger stalks closer and Liora's last suppressant begins to fail, the secrets between them deepen-and their pull toward one another grows harder to resist. Together, they'll uncover the rot festering in the heart of the kingdom's court. But while Liora battles the laws that would enslave her, Veyra must choose between duty and desire, tradition and truth. And both must face the pain of a fate that may have bound them long before they ever met. A slow-burn omegaverse fantasy of forbidden love, royal betrayal, and the perilous power of scent, trust, and fate. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbHq8d5SzI0

In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee

Adolf Hitler died choking on the ashes of his Reich… only to awaken in a world of magic, monsters, and weak-willed kings. Reborn in a land untouched by blitzkrieg or bullets, he finds no swastikas, no iron crosses — only empires ripe for conquest and sorcerers too soft to rule. Stripped of title but not of hatred, he begins again. Not as a man. As a force. With steel in his hands, fire in his veins, and poison in his words, he sets out to build an empire of blood — one bullet, one spell, one corpse at a time. There is no redemption. There is no remorse. Only war. Content Warning: This story contains depictions of fascist ideology, war crimes, and morally reprehensible behavior from an unapologetically evil protagonist. It does not glorify these beliefs — it explores their horror through fiction and philosophical conflict. If you’re uncomfortable with dark historical themes or villain-centered narratives, this story is not for you.

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAG Read the first 10 chapters. I dare you not to fall in love. --- Everyone in Penny Willard’s life had one thing to say: “You're not good enough.” Her ex? "Fat repels people worse you're ugly, why did you think I would want you?" Her sister? "Look at me, Penny. Of course Chris chose me. I'm everything you're not." Her own mother? "I wish you'd never been born." Her stepfather? "You're a mistake. A stain on this family." The help whispered behind closed doors... "She’s just a product of rape who ruined her mother’s life." But then he came along. The madman. The monster. The one everyone feared. And he called her Penguin. His Penguin. His life. His reason. His obsession. --- On the day Penny thought she’d finally found love, she discovered her fiancé, Chris Adkins, was already married… to her baby sister, Ariana. Before she could process the betrayal, another bomb dropped. She was already married. To a man she'd never met. A man hidden from the world. A man so dangerous, they erased his existence from every record. Osvaldo Adkins. The caged beast in the penthouse. Unstable. Brilliant. Lethal. And absolutely, madly obsessed with his wife. What started as betrayal turned into a war. And Penny? She’s done crying. She’s not just the chubby, awkward girl everyone bullied. She’s the anonymous genius behind world-shaking breakthroughs. A prodigy scientist. A doctor. The woman everyone secretly relies on. And now? She’s out for revenge. She’ll make Ariana choke on her lies. She’ll make Chris wish he’d never been born. And she’ll set the world on fire, with a madman worshipping the ground she walks on. --- Who said the fat girl can’t be the fantasy? Who said the duff can’t own the story? Watch her rise, fall in love, and burn every bridge that ever held her back. --- Follow @Sspears for updates, chaos, and bonus content. Because this isn’t your average love story. It’s hot. It’s messy. And it’s going to ruin you. Just when you think you have everything figured out, more twist will unfold that would wreck you. Our ML is all shades of red flags, possessive, doesn't mind killing the ones who hurt his Penguin. He's done it countless times and adores his little Penguin with his life. This novel is filled with smutty smut smut smutty scenes. Brace yourself, and get ready for an adventurous ride.

[Ultra Short Version - Terry has game abilities—XP leveling, resource gathering, crafting items in seconds, spamming them in battle, and even granting others the same powers.] ------ [Short version] Terry's soul was a hollow flute. Isekai'd into a brutal world of monsters and dungeons, but with game-like powers, he was used as a pawn, then betrayed and abandoned. But in that emptiness, something ancient began to stir. Now he drifts unseen, collecting every secret and sin, his hollow core twisting into a hunger no one can escape. The flute has begun to sing. And when he plays, the world that cast him aside will drown in the music of his revenge. ----------------- [Long Version] Terry never had the wish. Had no big dreams. Never wanted to be great. No fire of ambition in his heart. Just emptiness. Maybe that's why he was chosen. A perfect vessel. Cracked and full of holes. Empty enough for something old and powerful to slip in. Like a flute waiting to be played, shaped to carry a god's lost song. He woke up in Tarnheval, a brutal medieval world choking on its own glory. Monsters lurking beneath shattered citadels. Dragons nesting in the ruins of dead kingdoms. Dungeons that swallowed entire generations. And nobles who smiled as they carved out power from the bones of the helpless. They looked at him and saw nothing worth fearing. Just a vessel to be filled. A weapon to be used. So they betrayed him. Abandoned him. He was sacrificed. Forgotten. But he did not forget. Quiet. Watching. Every move the nobles plotted behind cold stone walls. Every sin the great families buried beneath silk banners. Armies that slaughtered innocents they had sworn to protect. And Terry drifted through it all. Unseen. Unremarkable. Absorbing every dark truth, every whispered lie, every dying breath. Noting. Remembering each. Because something inside him was waking up. Something older than Tarnheval itself. The flute had begun to sing. His emptiness turned into hunger. A hunger for truth. A hunger for ruin. The one they abandoned was becoming the weapon they couldn't stop. And whether the world lives or falls, it will happen to the music he plays. #IsekaiEpic #AbandonedHeir #DungeonCrawling #DragonTaming #War #TheEmptyHero

Elyzara Thorne was just an ordinary woman until she died in the dumbest way possible. One moment she was walking down the street, the next, she was choking on a piece of candy and face-planting into the afterlife. Before she could even process her own stupidity, a snarky system appeared and dumped her into the body of a newborn baby. Sounds bad? Oh, it gets worse. Her new moms are the most terrifying tyrants the world has ever seen two ridiculously powerful empresses who rule with an iron fist, burn cities for fun, and make their enemies weep in fear. The entire kingdom is one bad day away from rebellion, and Elyzara’s new mission (whether she likes it or not) is to stop these two overpowered warlords from getting themselves overthrown. The problem? • She’s a literal infant. • Her moms worship the ground she drools on and think she’s the best thing since world domination. • Everyone around her is scared shitless of her “divine presence,” making diplomacy nearly impossible. Can Elyzara stop her bloodthirsty parents from committing war crimes before she’s old enough to walk? Or is she doomed to be the adorable mascot of tyranny?

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] Georgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Marrying her longtime billionaire boyfriend, inheriting stability after the tragic death of her brother, and raising her orphaned niece in peace. Her brother’s death at sea, bruised and thrown to the waves, was declared a drunken accident pinned on a disgraced ship captain. The case was closed, but the wounds never healed. Georgia is left to pick up the pieces: taking over their bankrupt business, dodging loan sharks, and the angry people whom her father and brother owe… in fear. When her wealthy fiancé proposes marriage, promising protection and financial freedom, she accepts, not only for love, but for survival. But everything was shattered in an instant. Georgia was pushed overboard into the midnight sea. Thought dead by everyone on the ship, she survives... barely... only to be rescued by the last man she ever wanted to see again— Captain Nicholas Knight, the man once accused of her brother’s murder. Stranded on his cargo ship, Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He’s intense, stoic, and shockingly kind—nothing like the killer she imagined. As the days pass, she learns more about who Nicholas really was, but Georgia remains haunted by betrayal and secrets. Nick risks his life for her. With survival as their only priority, passion burns hotter than the sun. But despite his hunger for her, he refuses to take advantage. Instead, he vowed to protect her, not use her. He teaches her how to fight, how to survive—and how to trust again. Determined to protect Georgia, Nick finally steps into his destiny. But enemies are everywhere. As passion and danger collide, Georgia and Nick must fight for their future, outsmart powerful enemies, and uncover a murderous conspiracy hiding in plain sight. But revenge comes at a price, and so does love. Yet the more she resists him, the more addicted she becomes. And when the world wants to silence her… He’s the only one who’ll burn it down to save her. Excerpt: “Goddammit, wake up! Don’t you dare die on me! I swear, if you make me regret jumping from that fucking moving ship—!” Her lashes fluttered, blurred by seawater and tears. “Are you awake?” the voice came again. He was closer now, his breath warm against her cheek. “Can you hear me?!” “I’m begging you… Someone tried to kill me… Don’t tell anyone you found me…” His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?” Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers slipped from his shirt, and her head fell against his shoulder just as she whispered, “Yes…” Then the memories crashed back. Salt water, freezing winds, her body going numb in the ocean… “Oh good, you’re awake,” Nick said and strode toward the bed. “Don’t come any closer!” she hissed. "I swear to God, I’ll scream the ship down if you come one step closer, you pervert!” “I know you...” Nick stiffened. “What now?” “You murdering son of a bitch!” she roared. Georgia grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “What the hell? Are you insane?!” he barked, dodging the pillow. “You’re Nicholas Knight! You killed my brother!” Seeing her trembling, he lifted her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she shrieked, squirming violently. “Stop—shit!” Nick lost his balance. “Maniac!” she declared. That’s when he felt it. Something soft. Plush. His head dropped like a guillotine blade, fast and sharp. His eyes locked on his right hand, which was currently cupping her like he was holding a fragile fruit from the gods. His soul left his body. But his body betrayed him. He was as hard as rock in an instant… Eyes bulging, jaw dropping, Nick choked on a curse. “Fuck.” Too bad he whispered it directly into Georgia’s face. Georgia's knee rocketed upward like a heat-seeking missile. “How dare you touch me, you Captain Pervert! Murderer!” she hissed. Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

Atenção: Contém Conteúdo Maduro "Cuidado com a língua de uma mulher perversa. Pois ela pode contar uma mentira que destruiria o mundo." Zina, dezoito anos, rejeitada, sem lobo e cega, é convocada para a capital para contar uma visão para o implacável e temido Rei Alfa do Norte, notoriamente conhecido como ‘O Rei Que Se Coroou’. O resultado da 'falsa' visão de Zina faz o Príncipe Alfa e futuro Alfa Supremo, Daemon, ser banido da capital para lutar em guerras nas fronteiras, onde apenas a morte o aguarda nas mãos dos famosos Rebeldes Emergentes e dos ainda mais famosos Deformes. Mas Daemon sobrevive ao fogo, sangue e garras e, não apenas sobrevive, mas seis anos depois, ele está de volta como Alfa Supremo, movido por vingança contra aqueles que o derrubaram. Começando por seus irmãos astutos e com a garota de dezoito anos agora com vinte e quatro que ditou seu destino apenas com palavras, Daemon promete não deixar ninguém impune. No entanto, Zina está bem ciente de sua própria traição. Agora, Theta da mesma poderosa casa de lobos contra a qual contou a perigosa mentira, e tendo provado o amargo gosto da traição das próprias pessoas para quem contou a mentira perigosa, ela não está disposta a se resignar ao seu destino ainda. Mas como derreter o coração de um homem que você uma vez arruinou? E como destruir uma mulher amada por todo o povo comum, e talvez, até pelos deuses? Daemon aprenderá da maneira mais difícil que nem toda vingança pode ser realizada, e nem todas as dívidas podem ser cobradas. Segredos abundam, os Lobisomens Deformes estão prontos para se erguer, e uma rara chance de segundo acasalamento recai sobre as duas pessoas mais incomuns. E agora, uma coisa se tornou certa — Daemon deve primeiro derrotar o inimigo externo, antes que ele possa realmente confrontá-la, que se tornou o inimigo de seu coração.

The world died not with a scream, but with a whisper—suffocated by those who thought they were saving it. In their quest to perfect nature, a group of brilliant students brought about its collapse. Now, ash chokes the skies, the seas have turned black, and life has withered into memory. Most of the architects of this ruin are dead, leaving behind only silence and regret. One of the last survivors—once a mastermind of the project—unearths a forgotten time machine buried beneath a forbidden island. Haunted by what he’s done, he entrusts it to the only soul untouched by their lies: Sahabi. Sent into the past with nothing but truth and grief, Sahabi must face the dream that became a nightmare. Because the world already ended—and this time, he must kill the idea before it’s born.

Delia's life was a cruel reality: the neglected and abused illegitimate daughter of a noble family, the Ellington family, she yearned for the love of her stepmother, Baroness Augusta, and younger sister, Lady Anne, who relentlessly mistreated her. Her world crumbled when she discovered a double betrayal: her beloved husband, Lord George had secretly pined for Anne, marrying Delia only to be near her sister. Simultaneously, her step mother framed her for a crime Anne committed. Overwhelmed and heartbroken, Delia's attempt to escape a death sentence led to a fatal carriage accident. But death was not the end. Delia awoke one year in the past, finding herself still engaged to George. This was her second chance, and the naive girl was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a burning desire for revenge. Her first target: Duke Eric Carson, the powerful and wealthy man her sister Anne desperately pursued. Delia boldly approached Eric with a proposition for a contract marriage. To her surprise, Eric agreed, but with a condition: their fake marriage would become real and they can go their separate way after a year, hiding his own secret agenda. Now, armed with Eric's unexpected devotion and his willingness to lay down his life for her, Delia meticulously begins to dismantle her family's world. With Eric's help, she exposes the secrets they hide, manipulates their desires, and turns them against each other, orchestrating George’s demotion, Anne's downfall and seizing everything her sister coveted, including Duke Eric love and obsession. Will Delia and Eric be able to conquer all odds to get what they want? What happens when Eric doesn’t want their contract marriage to end? What happens when the last petal of that indicates her second chance falls? ——————— EXCPRET “I can’t return your feelings, your grace,” Delia whispered, her back against the cool wall. “But I can,” Eric murmured, stepping closer. Delia’s voice trembled. “It’s not the same.” She choked out. “ No one can love me without hurting me.” “Then teach me,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek. “Teach me how to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I’m a quick study.” When she stayed silent, he sighed contentedly, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It’s alright. Just… use me. Anything you need. if you want money, ask the treasury, take as much money that’s needed. if you want power, use my name. if you want security and love, use my body.” His breath warmed her skin, his chest rose and fell with hers. "As long as it's from you, I'm happy."

Méfiez-vous de la langue d'une femme méchante. Car elle peut raconter un mensonge qui détruirait le monde. Zina, âgée de dix-huit ans, rejetée, sans loup et aveugle, est convoquée à la capitale pour relater une vision au roi Alpha impitoyable et redouté du Nord, connu sous le nom de 'Le Roi qui s'est couronné lui-même'. Le résultat de la 'fausse' vision de Zina pousse le prince Alpha et futur Alpha Suprême, Daemon, à être banni de la capitale pour aller combattre dans les guerres aux frontières où seule la mort l'attend entre les mains des célèbres Rogues Émergents, et les encore plus renommés Déformés. Mais Daemon survit au feu, au sang et aux griffes, et non seulement il survit, mais six ans plus tard, il revient en tant qu'Alpha Suprême, mû par la vengeance contre ceux qui l'ont fait tomber. En commençant par ses frères et sœurs rusés, jusqu'à la jeune fille de dix-huit ans désormais âgée de vingt-quatre ans qui a écrit son destin avec de simples mots, Daemon jure de ne laisser personne indemne. Cependant, Zina est bien consciente de sa propre trahison. Maintenant Theta de la même puissante maison de loups-garous contre laquelle elle a dit le dangereux mensonge, et ayant goûté à la pilule amère de la trahison par les mêmes personnes pour qui elle a dit le mensonge dangereux, elle ne veut pas encore se résigner à son destin. Mais comment faire fondre le cœur d'un homme que vous avez une fois ruiné ? Et comment détruire une femme aimée par tout le peuple, et peut-être, même par les dieux ? Daemon apprendra à ses dépens que toutes les vengeances ne peuvent être prises, et que toutes les dettes ne peuvent être recouvrées. Les secrets abondent, les Loups-garous Déformés sont sur le point de se lever, et une rare chance de second accouplement échoit aux deux personnes les plus inhabituelles. Et maintenant, une chose est devenue certaine—Daemon doit d'abord vaincre l'ennemi extérieur, avant de pouvoir vraiment affronter celle qui est devenue l'ennemi de son cœur.

The Great Lamenting has left the world in ruin after the L-Virus had spread across the planet. Many lives were lost, families torn apart due to the virus which left behind the Daemons in their place. Years have passed since the Lamenting, and an organization called the Holy Resistance has been keeping parts of the planet safe from the L-Virus by creating safe havens for those unaffected. Within the resistance, a team known as Squad V is tasked with defeating as many Daemons as possible and cleansing Earth of its plague.

--------- In the smog-choked underbelly of a city scarred by war, Jay Boron—a veteran drowning in the spectral echoes of battle—fights a silent war against his own mind. Haunted by the death of his brother, Tom, and tormented by voices that claw at the edges of reality, Jay seeks refuge in bitter ale. But when he is contacted by an unknown person. Jay is thrust into a deadly game of survival. To uncover the truth, he must retrace his fractured history. But as the line between what he remembers and the cold reality of the truth clash together, Will the survivor still be truly him?

Daily dose of my personal yapping. The title was suggested by my keybord, I almost choked on my tea.

[Warning: Contains Mature Content] "Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world." Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’. The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed. But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed. However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet. But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods? Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected. Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart. **** Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment. His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected. Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.” The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know… “…today is the day you will die.”

Whisperwood: The Curse Beneath Dark Fantasy • Gothic Mystery • Supernatural Horror Some towns hide secrets. Whisperwood is made of them. When Lyra arrives in the fog-choked town of Whisperwood, she expects to find answers about her missing mentor. What she finds instead is a curse older than the town itself—one that breathes through its people, rewrites their memories, and punishes those who remember. Guided by a quiet man with no past—and no name—Lyra begins peeling back layers of lies. But every truth they uncover changes the town around them. People vanish. Voices shift. History rewrites itself. Even Lyra begins to question what's real... and what the town wants her to forget. Somewhere in the heart of Whisperwood, something ancient is watching. And it remembers her. If she uncovers the truth, it will cost her everything. If she forgets… she becomes one of them.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Five years ago, Aria knelt at her husband’s feet, clutching a positive pregnancy test. His response? A cold glare…and five words that shattered her. “That child is not mine.” He threw her out that night. No mercy. No explanation. Just a suitcase, a broken heart, and a baby growing inside her. Now she’s back. Not as the naïve, penniless wife he discarded, but as the icy, untouchable CEO of a billion-dollar tech empire. Fierce. Stunning. Ruthless. And she’s not alone. At her side is a little boy with his storm-grey eyes and wicked smirk…the son he swore couldn’t exist. When their eyes lock across the boardroom, he freezes. Shock. Guilt. Obsession. “You lied to me,” he chokes. She doesn’t flinch. “You didn’t want the truth.” Now he wants it all. His son, his wife, his second chance. But Aria didn’t come back for love. She came to bury him…with the same cold precision he used to destroy her. He gave her a signature. She’s about to return the favor... on his empire.

"What if the path to becoming a hero starts with becoming the villain?" -- Humanity survives in cities suspended above a ruined Earth—skybound sanctuaries held aloft by dwindling resources harvested from the toxic, Hollowspawn-infested surface below. Only the Awakened—elite heroes blessed with magic—dare descend to keep civilization alive. But behind the glory and sacrifice lies a far more sinister truth. Kael Veyne was never meant to be a hero. Powerless, orphaned, and forgotten, he clings to a childish dream: to become the greatest Hero in history and prove his worth to a world that chewed him up and moved on. But when a mission goes fatally wrong, Kael is betrayed by the very system he swore to serve—and left to die on the ash-choked surface. But death doesn’t come. Instead, Kael awakens something ancient: a cruel power that grants him strength not through talent… but through death itself. Every kill fuels his evolution. Every victory deepens his hunger. As he carves his way through the forgotten terrors of the old world, Kael uncovers the rot beneath the surface—and above it. The war he once believed in is a lie. And the monsters below may not be the true enemy after all.

On a bright Tuesday morning, a monster was born. Or perhaps... a demon? The sound of a newborn's cry tore through the sterile halls of the hospital, piercing the quiet like a curse. Lights above flickered violently, reacting to the sudden surge of electricity that pulsed through the building—unexplained, and oh-so-absolutely unsettling. “Liu Xian…” the mother whispered, her voice barely a breath, her eyelids fluttering as darkness pulled at her. But she fought it, clinging to life for just one reason—to name the child that had stolen her last breath. Her lips trembled into a faint smile. “We’ll call him Liu Xian…” Her hand reached out weakly, trembling as it brushed the tiny bundle swaddled in white—then fell, limp, lifeless, against the blood-soaked sheets. The father stood frozen, cradling the child in arms that didn’t feel like his own. His wife’s blood still clung to the infant’s skin, seeping into the fabric of his clothes like a brand. “You killed her,” he choked out, the words barely audible, not meant for anyone but the darkness in his heart. He looked down at the baby, eyes brimming with a twisted mix of grief, hate and rage. “You fucking killed her, you monster!" _______ There will be daily updates, and for every 5 golden tickets, I'll upload one extra chapter. CASTLE ~ 10 EXTRA CHAPTERS https://discord.gg/ekhcJd6m

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

In his past life, Saelric Velis was a name whispered in fear—a strategist who led humanity’s last stand in a dying, ash-choked world. He commanded armies, outwitted tyrants, and defied demigods. But in the end, even he could not escape the fall of Aetheris. He should have perished with his world. Instead, he awoke in another. Reborn as Ashar Celestra, the first prince of the Seria Dynasty, he opens his eyes to Ethralune—a world steeped in mana, ruled by ancient bloodlines, and shaped by dragons, dungeons, and fate-bound sovereigns. Here, power is written into the very soul, and destiny is not given—it is seized. But Ashar remembers everything. His battles, His failures, His purpose In this new life, he walks carefully—hiding the resonance of his past, nurturing an ancient power unknown to even the grandest mages. Surrounded by a war-hardened father, a brilliant mother, and kingdoms tangled in silent wars, Ashar must forge his path while keeping his soul’s true echo hidden from all. He has no system. No divine guide. Only his will, his mind, and a vow: This time, he will choose whether the world burns or Not. Note - This story is also published on Royal Road by the same author: Nasa28

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.