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Firelight Yakuza

Yakuza Exorcist

Kamishirou Koushirou lived an ordinary, peaceful life—until his eighteenth birthday shattered everything he knew. His parents died in a sudden accident, and before he could even grieve, a mysterious figure arrived to take him in—his estranged grandfather, Kamishirou Genichirou, the feared boss of the notorious Asakusa Group, one of the most powerful yakuza groups in Japan. Forced into this unfamiliar world of crime and secrecy, Koushirou struggled to adjust to life in the Asakusa Mansion, a sprawling estate filled with dangerous men who now called him “Young Master.” But it wasn’t the criminal underworld that unsettled him the most—it was the strange changes happening within his own body. That fateful day, everything became clear. As he faced an ambush by a rival gang, his body erupted into blue flames, consuming everything in his path. Terrified yet strangely drawn to the power, he soon discovered the truth—he was the last living descendant of the Great Hotenmaru, an ancient warrior god feared for his mastery over blue celestial fire. Now, Koushirou finds himself at the crossroads of two worlds—the ruthless yakuza underworld and the mystical legacy of the Tengu gods. As he learns to control his newfound powers, he discovered that the Asakusa Group has long protected an ancient Tengu relic capable of sealing or unleashing a forgotten calamity. And there are those—both human and supernatural—who would do anything to claim it. With betrayal lurking in the shadows and an unknown enemy hunting him, Koushirou must decide: Will he follow the dark path of the yakuza, or embrace his divine heritage to forge his own destiny? But time is running out. The Blue Flames of the Great Hotenmaru have awakened... and with them, an ancient force that should have remained buried.
ArtemisKo · 2.6K Views

"Rise of the Silent Dragon."

In a world where the age of the samurai is fading and the shadows of corruption grow, Dikun Silver is born into a legacy of honor and discipline. Raised under the stern guidance of his father, a respected samurai, Dikun is trained in the art of the sword from a young age. Though he lacks overwhelming strength, his mind is his greatest weapon — sharp, calculating, and endlessly curious. He absorbs knowledge like a sponge, mastering not only the way of the blade but also the subtle intricacies of strategy and leadership. But when tragedy strikes and his father falls in battle, Dikun is left without title or standing. Cast adrift in a world ruled not by honor but by ambition, he ventures into the lawless depths of the city of Edo. There, the Yakuza reign — men of cunning and ruthlessness, bound by loyalty yet consumed by power. Rather than flee from the shadows, Dikun embraces them. He moves through the underworld with calculated precision, learning the ways of the Yakuza while concealing his true intent. From the ground up, he builds his own clan — one not governed by senseless brutality but by discipline, loyalty, and strategy. With each calculated move, Dikun rises, conquering rival clans and solidifying his place in the unforgiving world of organized crime. Yet power comes at a cost. As the Silent Dragon, Dikun will face treachery, betrayal, and bloodshed. Enemies will rise, alliances will crumble, and the weight of his ambition will threaten to consume him. Torn between the teachings of his father and the brutal reality of the underworld, Dikun must decide — will he remain a man of honor, or will the shadows claim him? And when love enters his path, forcing him to question everything, the choice becomes even more perilous. In this slow-paced, immersive journey of power and ambition, "Rise of the Silent Dragon" weaves a tale of strategy, strength, and sacrifice. Dikun Silver's path will not be one of glory, but of survival. For in the world of the Yakuza, the only law that matters is the one written in blood. The dragon has awakened. And the world will tremble.
DikunSilver · 1.5K Views

(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses

It took Haruki years to build the cold character that made those who knew him tremble before him as a Yakuza chairman, but it only took that man's glance to change everything, to break down his walls and make him seek a warmth he never knew he needed. Hiroshi's smile, scent, deep soothing voice, warmth of his embrace... "This is not what I want." "This cannot be what I need. There's no way I'm going to be weak! I'm the chairman, and I can't afford to be weak." "I will never fall in love, never be weak... ever again." "I need him to leave my life, I don't care about him, I never did." "Who gave you the right to harm what is mine?! I'm going to ruin your life!" "You are completely mine." "Haruki, it is okay to be weak when you are with me." "I will never fall in love with you, you simply belong to me." "Yes, I do..." But you are also mine. ***** Between a Mafia boss who is an infamous player and his doctor, who gets to fall the hardest in love? Bullied high school student, Haruki wakes up one evening in the hospital and he is faced with the fact that his grandfather he never knew was the head of a powerful popular clan and he was dying without an heir. The youth bullied for his beautiful appearance was forced to undergo a complete transformation under strict supervision within a short period. His transformation might have been extreme as Haruki grew up to get all he wanted and became infamous for being a player. He broke the hearts of many both males and females. His toughness knew no bond as the true Spirit of a strong clan leader that laid dormant in him was awakened with every work he did. The great leader was forced to pause at the sight of the new family doctor who had just taken over his father's job. He was pleased with the sight he saw and began to pursue what he wanted. The doctor how ever, had other plans as he was not going to let the younger man change his life completely without doing the same to him. (Breaking his walls and bringing him love). A war of love was fought between thee two men as none of them was willing to lose psychologically. Amid the bloody wars of the underground world, they fought to win through the push and pulls of the new feelings they got exposed to . Warning: *Dominant, strong, bottom/uke/shou, and a sweet, kindhearted, gentle, muscular, romantic top/seme/gong. *If you don't read Yaoi stories please you are excused. *It contains an abundance of sweetness and warmth.
OT_Josie · 173K Views

Midnight bride

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”
Neph444 · 5.5K Views

SSS-Class Executioner: One Life, One Rule, Infinite Trials

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.
GongRav · 3.2K Views
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