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---WSA 2025 Entry--- Kyle Blade, the youngest Demon Hunter of the Golden Continent, was renowned as the nemesis of demons, and a protector of humanity. However, he was thrust onto a different path after being betrayed by the very humans he had sworn to defend. Kyle fixed his eyes on Harold, and chuckled darkly. "I make a promise to you fools. If I survive this night, I will witness the collapse of all three nations. And you, Harold, I will personally relieve you of your head and claim your father's throne for myself. I will forge a new kingdom from the ashes of the old, uniting the races under my banner. I understand that many will be innocent, but if they stand in my way, i will not hesitate to kill them. So..." He turned his gaze upon the assembled enemies, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and hatred. "Ensure you succeed in killing me." Kyle continued: "For if I survive, you will witness your kingdoms consumed by flames, and I will be the architect of their destruction." With his promise, he lunged towards the forces, who outnumbered him by thirty to one. __ Resurrected from death, Kyle moved on the path for revenge, and to uncover the truth behind the age-old blood feud between demons, elves and humans. Fully aware that his new path would draw the wrath of the humans, Elves and demons. Kyle pressed onward; for him, nothing was more important than his revenge... He will do whatever it takes, and watch the three huge kingdoms crumble before him. __ [First Conquest.] "These ignorant fools extinguished Juliet's life. I will ensure the entire continent pays the price. They are all complicit in this tragedy, and they will face my wrath together. This village… this is merely the beginning." An almost palpable wave of killing intent radiated from his body, a cold, invisible pressure that caused Gabriela and the assembled soldiers to instinctively take a step back. The air around him crackled with barely suppressed violence. * * * Welcome and please check it out, maybe 10 chapters, and then decide. You can check out my other books: _ Solo leveling: I am the Only Supreme With the cheating system. _ Reborn with the all seeing eyes _ Return of the Supreme Beast tamer. _ Thanks again for checking it out!

“You are unworthy of taming even a rat.” Noah Green, an orphan, was an outcast, ridiculed, abandoned, and discarded as a failure. In a world where Beast Tamers rule, he was deemed worthless, unable to bond with a single beast. Expelled from the Royal Beast Academy and thrown into the deadly Wild Trial Grounds, he was expected to perish. But fate had other plans. At death’s door, Noah awakens the Infinite Evolution System, a power that doesn’t just tame beasts. It fuses with them. His first evolution? The Shadow Panther. Now, Noah isn’t just a Beast Tamer. He is the beast itself. Returning stronger, faster, and more dangerous than ever, he shatters the expectations of the Academy, defying nobles who once mocked him. But his abilities draw unwanted attention, from jealous rivals, dangerous factions, and the powerful forces that fear what he might become. Kane’s smirk widened as his Lightning Drake loomed over Noah. “Let’s see how long you last.” The beast lunged, electricity crackling across its violet scales. Noah exhaled. One moment, he was there and the next he wasn’t, only a flicker of black mist. Then he was behind Kane, untouched. Ding! [New Ability Unlocked: Shadow Step – Short-range teleportation through darkness.] Noah’s lips curled into a smirk. “Your turn.” But the deeper he climbs, the more he realizes his power is not normal. It was never meant to exist. The Ancient Beast Lords vanished for a reason and now, they are watching him. Will Noah rise to become the Lord of Beasts, or will he be hunted down before unlocking his true potential?

Reborn in a new era, Li Wei possesses the ​Book of Myriad Laws. By unlocking its pages, he gains abilities from movies, anime, and games! "The city's Security Headquarters announced today: The cult case investigated at Iron Cross Avenue in the Upper District has concluded. Seventeen dark sorcerers and nine vampires were sentenced to immediate execution." Hearing the crackling voice from the old radio, Li Wei wiped down his short blade and pistol, embarking on ​the path of a demon hunter! This is the ​Post-Cataclysmic Era—where devils and hunters clash in a deadly dance, while gunfire and superpowers illuminate the starry skies!

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

“You want to know about the mate bond we share?” His words stopped me midway as I turned around to face him. I didn’t say a word as I felt my heart palpitate in anticipation. “Beta Perez, I…” Before I could speak, he continued. “I have decided to never let a woman into my life, Miss. James. I have learned long back that they only serve as a distraction. Why would I need a mate if I could have any women I want? Am I right, Miss. James?” He asked me as I felt my eyes burn, but I held back my tears. “A mate is your better half, Beta Perez.” I choked out the words when he let out a humorless laugh. “According to me, you need a mate to satisfy your needs and maybe an heir in the long run. I think I can buy that with some money, Miss. James.” “Don’t you feel the mate bond, Beta Perez?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. “I would have at least considered mating with you if you held a rank, Miss. James. But I don’t think I want a woman who is a nobody with a lonely mother and a runaway father.” I felt my chest rise and fall in anger while something broke within me. A tense silence engulfed us as we stared at one another. Join us in this journey where Aurora and Zander find love again as sparks ignite between them and desire crackles in the air, the tension builds, pushing them closer together. Will Zander’s feelings toward the mate bond transform as he grapples with the chemistry between them, or will fear of another heartbreak drive him to reject her? The future is uncertain, but one thing is clear: their destinies are intertwined in ways they never anticipated.

Tian Shen was your average unordinary guy—living a monotonous life. One day, fate (or rather, Truck-kun) decided to grant his wish… by sending him flying into another world at 120 km/h. When he woke up again, he found himself in the body of an outer disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. His talent? Nonexistent. His reputation? Of a molester’s. Just when he thought he was doomed to be cannon fodder, a golden screen appeared before him. 『Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Attribute System.』 『Congrats host, you killed 5th stage of body refining realm cultivator and gained Qi points ×30.』 『Congrats host, you killed 1th stage of Qi refining realm cultivator and gained Luck points ×80.』 『Absorbed white Attribute orb, gained 1-star sword.』 『Absorbed golden Attribute orb, gained divine Artifact.』 Tian Shen: “…Huh?” Armed with his new system, Tian Shen embarks on a ridiculous journey—casually strolling through battlefields to collect fallen attributes, dodging cultivation technique manuals (which drop on his head), and even trolling young masters into fighting just to farm their stats. But as he levels up in the most absurd way possible, he soon realizes… is he cheating too much? Because now, heavenly tribulations, ancient sects, and hidden experts are all eyeing him. Tian Shen: I am favored by the AUTHOR of this book, you lots can't even handle my shoes. *Rumble**Crackle* Again Tian Shen: I-i was just joking, don't take it seriously. **BOOM**

The chemistry between them is instantaneous. And not the slow-burn kind—no, it’s the crackling, high-voltage kind that leaves Zane more than a little… intrigued. Nyx, despite her best attempts to maintain her distance, is definitely intrigued by the brooding vampire bartender with the entirely too smooth charm and disarming sense of humor. The only problem? Nyx doesn’t believe in love (been there, done that, got the emotional scars), and Zane? He had loved her once—centuries ago, when he was still mortal. She had been his anchor, his heart, his reason for resisting the darkness that had already begun to consume him. But she had died, tragically, ripped away from him by time and fate. And now, she was back.

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me

Synopsis When the protector finds himself in need of protection who will shield his heart? Tyler Lockwood’s life is a mess. Once a successful man, he loses his job, his stability, and almost his sanity until he lands a gig as a security guard at one of New York’s most prestigious high-tech companies. The catch? His boss is Mr. Han a cold, powerful, irritatingly hot Korean billionaire whose presence alone can set anyone’s pulse racing. Tyler never planned to get tangled in Han’s world. Han never expected his blonde-haired, sharp-tongued, walking disaster of an employee to invade his carefully built walls. But the more they clash, the more they crave. Tension crackles. Restraint crumbles. Yet, their world isn’t meant to collide. Their company forbids relationships between employees. Their lives exist in separate spheres. And yet… neither can resist. As desire wars with duty and hearts betray logic, Tyler and Han must make a choice: Fight what’s growing between them or risk everything for a love that shouldn’t exist.

Reborn into his favorite, brutal novel, "Aethelgard's Echoes," Lucius Valerius di Corvino awakens not as the struggling protagonist, but as a privileged scion with a secret weapon: an overpowered System and knowledge of the dark future. In a modern world crackling with elemental powers and shadowed by corporate-noble intrigue, the prestigious Aethelgard Academy prepares to select its newest cohort through merciless duels. Lucius, gifted with the impossibly rare affinity for Light and cursed with memories of a world destined for chaos, must become colder, more ruthless than the villains he despised. With golden eyes reflecting a calculating mind, he'll manipulate allies, shatter rivals, and perhaps steal a heart or two along the way, all while carving his own path to absolute power. Forget destiny; Lucius is here to rewrite the echoes of Aethelgard, bathing the coming darkness in his own blinding, lethal light.

Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits. Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way. Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury. Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price. As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying. In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself!

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.

Kieran Blackthorn is the fearsome Alpha of the Nightshade Pack, known for his ruthless rule and icy demeanor. To him, emotions are a sign of weakness—until he finds Luna, a beautiful woman with no memory, on the edge of his territory. Drawn to her in ways he can’t explain, Kieran fights the undeniable pull, convinced that she’s nothing more than a human stray. But Luna is far from ordinary. Hidden beneath her fragile appearance lies a powerful secret: she is Kieran's fated mate, cursed by a rival Alpha who would stop at nothing to possess her. As Luna’s memories start to resurface, so do her dormant powers, threatening to upend the fragile peace in Kieran's world. With danger closing in and the curse tightening its grip, Kieran must decide whether to protect the mate he never knew he needed or let her go to save his pack from ruin. In a battle of fates, curses, and rivalries, will Kieran embrace the mate destined to be his salvation—or will his fear of love be the pack's downfall? •••••••••••• Luna’s eyes glowed a piercing silver as she whispered, "I remember everything now." The ground trembled, and the air crackled with power as her aura flared. Kieran staggered back, his wolf roaring inside him. Luna’s gaze locked with Kieran’s, a mixture of fear and resolve burning in her eyes. “I don’t know if I can resist him, Kieran. Not when he holds the key to my power—and my past.” And in that chilling moment, Kieran realized: he might lose her to the one enemy he could never defeat.

Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as soon as he closed the rift. When he came to his senses, he was lying in a garbage dump. Starving, he was drawn like a zombie is to blood to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future. In this era, disaster alerts notify people of rift openings in advance, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons were trending, and idle hunters livestream unboxings of A-rank longswords. Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future was surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things had turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at the hangover soup restaurant, rather than being a hunter? “That’s strange.” “…” “Have we met somewhere before?” Cha Eui-jae’s plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious, gas-masked individual… DISCLAIMER: The story isn't mine

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

****EXTREMELY SMUTTY **CAUTION: CONTAINS ELEMENT OF TABOO, Julian, the son of Duke Alden and the grandson of Grand Duke Augustus stood Infront of the crystalline ball that emanated mana. The crystal absorbed his mana and started glowing with purplish hue, with a sparks of lightning. "Yes, I have unlocked Lightning Affinity," Julian said, a spark of excitement lighting up his blue eyes. Suddenly, the ball began absorbing too much mana, Julian's eyes widened in horror as the energy swirled out of control, crackling with an intensity that was and terrifying. Just as he realized the danger, the ball erupted in a blinding flash, a shockwave of power surging outward. Julian wasn't hurt, but he felt a strange sensation as a dark mist swirled in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a strange entity, a shadowy figure, slip into his forehead. Then, Julian heard an unfamiliar sound echo in his head: “WELCOME TO THE MILF SYSTEM.” Connecting....Success Initializing.......Success “FUCK THE MILFS AND GET STRONGER, CONQUER THE MILFS, CONQUER THE WORLD.” , The voice said Curiosity piqued, Julian quickly asked, "Can you tell me more about the MILF SYSTEM?" The voice continued, "Sure, The MILF SYSTEM will help you reach unimaginable power as a mage. You will need to complete the tasks assigned to you and earn points." ********************* MILF SYSTEM - TASK POINTS CHART Handjob - 10 Points Blowjob - 20 Points Sex - 75 Points Creampie - 100 Points Threesome - 200 Points Spank - 15 Points Anal - 150 Points ********************* Julian grinned, excitement bubbling up inside him. “Well, if that’s what I should do to be stronger, I guess we don’t have any other choice,” he declared, determination shining in his blue eyes ************** [Huge Harem] [In Depth R-18] [Hardcore Fetishes] [Extreme Sex] [Gore] [Big Boobs] [MILF] [Best Girls] [Anal] [Threesome] [Foursome] [N-some] [Big ass] [Impregnation] Some smut scene may contain: [Spitting] [Slapping] [BDSM] [No NTR - No sharing - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls A lot of Netori and Stealing] Contains long and detailed smut.

Liu Xian has been called a monster since the day he was born. The moment he entered the world, an uncontrollable surge of lightning crackled from his tiny body, killing his mother in an instant. His father never forgave him. The town never forgot. Branded as cursed, he grew up despised—mocked, beaten, and feared. No one saw a boy struggling to control something beyond his understanding. They only saw a killer. Even Liu Xian himself came to hate his power, wishing he could tear it out of his own body. But just when he’s convinced his life will never change, a stranger arrives from a distant academy—a place where people like him exist, where power isn’t something to be feared but honed. This mysterious figure claims Liu Xian has potential, that his curse may not be a curse at all.

Five years after their bitter breakup and the bankruptcy of their shared publishing dream, literary agent Maya Chen and audio producer Marcus Taylor are forced to confront their past when a high-stakes book project brings them together. Maya needs the perfect producer for her client's memoir to secure her position as the youngest junior partner at Preston & Associates. Marcus's award-winning Soundcraft Studios could be exactly what she needs – if only she can keep their complicated history from interfering with business. But working together proves more challenging than either expected. As they guide author Elena Reyes through recording her family's story of food, culture, and resilience, Maya and Marcus find themselves facing echoes of their own narrative. Each recording session peels back layers of professional polish to reveal wounds that never properly healed. The intimate nature of audio production forces them into close quarters, where old chemistry crackles beneath new boundaries. When rival agent Peter Walsh threatens to poach their star author, Maya and Marcus must decide if they can trust each other enough to fight for more than just this project. A power outage during a crucial recording session leaves them literally in the dark, forcing conversations they've avoided for years. As they help Elena capture the authentic voice of her family's story, they begin to rediscover their own voices – and the possibility that some love stories deserve a second take. With their careers and hearts on the line, Maya and Marcus learn that sometimes the most powerful stories are the ones that break all the rules. Like a skilled audio engineer finding the perfect mix, they must balance past and present, pride and vulnerability, ambition and love to create something entirely new from the pieces of their broken dreams. "Remastered Hearts" is a story about second chances, creative passion, and the courage to risk everything for a love worth repeating – this time with better production value.

A man desperate for salvation. A woman desperate for freedom. For as long as Althea could remember, she had been nothing more than a shadow in her father’s house—unwanted, unloved, and barely acknowledged. As the illegitimate daughter of Count Thornwell, she endured a life of cruelty, neglected by her father, tormented by her stepmother, and overshadowed by her perfect half-sister. But fate was not entirely unkind. One day, she discovered a gift hidden within her blood—the power to heal. For the first time, she had something that was truly hers. Something no one could take away. Then, she meets Duke Eldric Caelum—a man feared across the empire for his overwhelming elemental power. A man who, despite his terrifying strength, suffers in silence as his abilities slowly tear him apart. The first time she touched him, she felt his pain. The first time she healed him, he felt relief for the first time in years. And when the emperor commanded him to take a wife, Eldric didn’t choose anyone but Althea. Faced with a choice between a lifetime of suffering or a marriage to a ruthless but powerful duke, Althea made the only decision that could save her. She said yes. But she never expected that the man she married—the one she thought would be cold and distant—would hold her like she was precious, touch her like she was fragile, and look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. She never expected that amid duty, danger, and the weight of their pasts, she might find something else entirely. A place to belong. A heart that beat only for her. A love that even fate couldn’t take away… …Or could it? — "Why… why do you look at me like that?" Althea whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Eldric reached out, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against her cheek with agonizing gentleness. "Like what?" "Like I’m something precious." He exhaled softly, as if the very idea of her doubting it pained him. "Because you are. You are my salvation, Althea." Althea’s breath caught in her throat. "Eldric…" His forehead rested against hers, his voice a mere whisper now. "Stay with me. No matter what happens, stay."

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

In the moonlit shadows of ancient India, the saga of Vikram and Vetal unfolds. King Vikramaditya, resolute and fearless, seeks to capture the elusive Vetal, a celestial spirit haunting the desolate forest. As Vikram approaches, a mysterious aura envelops him, and Vetal, a spectral figure, begins to weave enchanting tales of love, betrayal, and intrigue. With each tale, Vetal challenges Vikram with riddles that pierce the veil of morality, testing the king's intellect and principles. The spectral figure challenges, "Speak, Vikram, unravel the threads of destiny." A hushed symphony of riddles ensues. "Your tales weave a web of enigma, Vetal, but my silence shall remain unbroken," declares Vikram, in his heart. The ghostly spirit, undeterred, responds, "Silence, the veil that separates mortal wisdom from celestial mysteries. Speak, Vikram, and plunge into the depths of your own destiny." The air crackles with tension as Vikram grapples with the stories, each one a labyrinth of choices and consequences. The moon watches silently as the king and the spirit engage in a dance of wisdom, wit, and the mysteries that lie beyond the mortal realm.

Centuries after the infamous Blood Wars, an uneasy ‘peace’ has emerged between werewolves and vampires, yet the air crackles with underlying tension, hinting at the volatile nature of their coexistence. This fragile peace rests on the sacrifices of innocent werewolves, as the werewolf council has been compelled to provide blood slaves to the vampire houses every year. As the cycle continues, one name rises to the surface, Camren Moon. Enter Camren Moon, a wolfless outcast within his pack, adopted and ostracized. Little does he know, his life is poised for a dramatic shift. Through a chilling twist of fate he is thrust into the role of a blood slave by his alpha, destined for the infamous House Bloodthorne. This house, notorious for its ruthless reputation and the formidable presence of Silvan Bloodthorne, casts a long shadow; his name inspires dread even among his own kind. Silvan is the fabled King of Death, shaped by blood and darkness, a vampire whose legacy is built on spilled blood and treacherous deals. Having risen from unimaginable depths, he now reigns supreme over the mightiest house, commanding respect and fear in equal measure. As Camren enters this new, harrowing chapter, he realizes he has been sentenced to death; no blood slave has ever survived Bloodthorne. Silvan Bloodthorne, the King of Death, is a figure of blood and darkness, whose ascent from the abyss to the pinnacle of power is steeped in treachery and violence. As Camren grapples with the death sentence that comes with his servitude, a flicker of rebellion ignites within him. He refuses to submit to fate—he will either claim his freedom or perish trying. Yet as Camren attracts Silvan’s twisted obsession, he crafts a daring plan to seduce the very essence of death. But forging a bond with the devil can unleash unimaginable consequences. An intoxicating and forbidden chemistry simmers between them, blurring the line between sanity and hysteria. Is he falling for the dark ruler of House Bloodthorne, or is this attraction merely a façade? As ancient bloodlines stir within him, Camren finds himself unwittingly caught in a treacherous game of chess—a game where trust is a currency, and even those closest to him may harbor betrayal. He stands on the precipice of a world filled with dark schemes, ancient prophecies, vengeful vampires, feral wolves, cunning witches, and calculating humans. As the intricate web unfolds, can Camren survive the impending chaos? Will his relationship with Silvan be the dawn of a new era or the catalyst for destruction? And can he unearth the hidden powers within himself before they lead to ruin? Welcome to my first fantasy story! I've always harbored a love for this genre, and now I’m excited to share my own journey through it. I eagerly anticipate your thoughts, and constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you spot any errors, I’d be grateful for your help in correcting them. Please note: The story features straight couples alongside the main LGBTQ+ pairing, so be sure to check the tags for more information. To any future critics, while respectful feedback is welcomed, I won’t tolerate baseless hate against my characters or story. I have a spirited defense ready, so consider this a fair wwarning Thank you for stopping by! I hope you'll give this book a chance, and if you enjoy it, I’d love your support through comments, votes, and gifts as we embark on this thrilling adventure together.

Justin, a gamer with a head full of fantastical worlds, never expected his average life to end in a glitch. Yet, death wasn't the final screen. He awakens colossal, reborn as a Rouge Giant - a towering anomaly in a world teetering on the brink of chaos. This isn't a game. Magic crackles in the air, technology clashes with ancient sorcery, and colossal mechs bestride the battlefield. Demigods vie for power, while forgotten gods stir in their slumber. Justin, adrift in this bizarre reality, has a spark of familiarity. His memories of anime, manga, and video games become an unexpected compass. Can he leverage his pop-culture knowledge to navigate a world where martial arts bend reality and technology pushes the boundaries of the divine? Join Justin on his epic odyssey to unravel the mystery of his transformation. Will he become the strongest being in this world, or will he be consumed by its unforgiving chaos? The line between hero and villain blurs in this unique tale of a gamer reborn in a world unlike any he's ever imagined. (A.N hi guys it's my first time making a novel and I hope you liked it please follow me and please share my work) (so I can watch my novel become a webtoon,manga.manhua or manhwa, because that is one of my dreams) (and please support me with power stones as well please)

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

Aria Vijay is a force to be reckoned with—a sharp, ambitious woman who built her career from the ground up. When the enigmatic and dangerously charming Kabir Oberoi, a man known for getting what he wants, sets his sights on a business collaboration with her, she expects nothing more than another high-stakes deal. But from the moment they meet at his luxurious resort, Veda Islands, the air between them crackles with an undeniable tension. As professional boundaries blur and temptation takes hold, Aria finds herself drawn into a game of power, desire, and secrets. Will she play it safe, or will she surrender to the fire Kabir ignites within her?

In a world where Ki is the cornerstone of society, Julian is the youngest son of the powerful Hale family, whose lineage is known for its immense Ki strength. However, Julian is an outcast in his own bloodline. His Ki pool is minimal, and despite years of training, he cannot control itas well as others. While his peers demonstrate remarkable feats of power, Julian struggles with even the simplest of tasks—he can’t enhance his body as others do. In a world where strength equals respect, Julian is seen as weak, useless, and a disappointment to his family. Despite his failings, Julian refuses to give up. He knows the weight of his family’s expectations and the consequences of his weakness, but he is determined to carve his own path. His daily life is filled with the quiet desperation of hiding his incompetence, avoiding confrontations, and trying to maintain the dignity of his name. Though he doesn’t experiment or look for quick fixes, there’s a part of him that refuses to believe he is destined to remain insignificant forever. One fateful day, a catastrophic event shakes the kingdom—a massive disaster strikes, one so immense it disrupts the balance of Ki itself. Amidst the chaos, something inside Julian stirs. The air around him crackles with energy, and for the first time in his life, he feels a shift within his Ki—an unfamiliar sensation, like a force rising up from the deepest corners of his being. His Ki doesn’t surge with power, nor does it become any stronger. But there’s something there, something he can’t comprehend. Julian can feel it, something changing deep within him, but he has no idea what it is yet.

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

Sixteen year-old Dylan Mercer was dying until he stole a cure from NovaGen, the biotech giant that established in Claiborne county and promised the society to offer medical miracle. But their “miracle” came with a catch: tons of deadly side effects from an ancient, otherworldly source. Now, Dylan’s veins hum with a primeval code that isn’t human. His hands crackle with energy that could level cities. And NovaGen wants their property back. As hunters close in and the alien code rewrites his mind, Dylan must choose: surrender the weapon festering inside him… or let it burn. But some forces aren’t meant to be controlled and this one hungers to raze the world that created it. A dying boy’s theft becomes a celestial storm. Can he outrun his cure—or is he the disaster?

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---