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Alpha Damon's Substitute Luna

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.
Pennedby_Precious · 799 Views

Syndromic Astraclysm: The Extra- Syndromes Makes Me Evolve Endlessly

"Have you ever wondered why Syndromes exist?" The voice was calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it was crushing. "They say the universe is alive, that stars are cells and galaxies are tissues. And like any living thing... it can get sick." He exhaled sharply, gripping his chest as if that would steady his spiraling thoughts. "Syndromic Nemesis… You’re telling me the universe has cancer?" The figure before him chuckled. "A fitting word, isn’t it? When Syndromic Energy festers, it turns monstrous. The balance must be maintained, or the infection spreads." He gritted his teeth. "And the monsters we kill—?" "Symptoms. Existence correcting itself. But tell me… what happens when a disease fights back?" A long silence. "You’re talking about Euoniams." The air felt heavier, reality bending as something unseen stirred. "They were never just mistakes. They were inevitable. Born when Syndromic Energy collapses in on itself, feeding in an infinite loop. They have one desire—return to their pure state." "And if they succeed?" The figure’s expression darkened. "Then we see what happens when the syndromic energy rewrites the body." He inhaled sharply. "You mean no one knows?" "No one can know. Even the Syndromes—the first, the omnipotent—are incapable of thinking about it." The sky above fractured, spiraling apart like peeling flesh. Something writhed within the cracks—something wrong. "Didn’t I tell you?" The voice was quiet now. "You never should have come here." ----- (Author's note) this book can't even be compared to a stone but you must have in your life pick up a stone in your way to throw it. Just do the same for this. This could be a total waste of time for you... And there are gonna be references about some 'Auhors' and their 'Novels' Aria is the queen
suppose_Shadows · 1.1K Views

Femme Chérie des Années Quatre-Vingt

Gu Huai'an, un jeune scion du Manoir du Cour n°01, était devenu le commandant en chef du Centre de commande de l'Aviation Dragon à un très jeune âge. Il était connu pour son comportement froid et souriait ou riait rarement. Non seulement il provenait d'une famille distinguée, mais il était également le joyau inatteignable du Manoir de Beidu n°01. Soudain un jour, il entendit quelqu'un l'appeler "petit frère". Quand il suivit la voix, une jolie fille au visage indifférent demanda : "Excusez-moi, monsieur, est-ce que je vous connais ?" Mais en même temps : 【Wow, le petit frère est tellement beau.】 【Il y a des montagnes au-delà des montagnes, des bâtiments au-delà des bâtiments, mais le petit frère est beau et doux.】 【Petit frère, fais un câlin !】 Gu Huai'an : …… La bouche de la petite fille, trompeuse comme celle d'un fantôme. ********* Song Yunuan a été transmigrée dans un roman d'époque et est devenue une méchante mineure qui fut rapidement éliminée – un rôle trop petit pour être plus petit. Lors de son premier jour dans le livre, elle se tenait dans la cour de la famille Song, essayant de se rappeler pourquoi toute la famille Song serait exterminée dans l'histoire. Au final, elle ne remarqua pas les expressions pétrifiées collectives des membres de la famille Song. Plus tard… Son père devint l'homme le plus riche, son frère un avocat de premier plan, son jeune frère un scientifique, sa jeune tante une chanteuse, et même sa grand-mère devint une propriétaire foncière. Elle-même se transforma en la chérie adorée de tous. Song Yunuan : Qu'est-il arrivé au début infernal qui m'était promis ?
Joe Yishui · 30.4K Views

Rebirth To Chase My Ex-Wife [BL]

"You look hideous! You're not even attractive in my eyes!" Those were the last cruel words Jiang Yanxu spat at his ex-wife, Yan An, before walking out of their marriage without a shred of regret. He never expected that those very words would mark the beginning of his downfall. For five years, Jiang Yanxu had indulged in pleasure, pursued his ex-boyfriend, and focused on business—while completely neglecting the one person who was supposed to be his life partner. He never provided for Yan An, never showed him affection, and never once cared. To him, their marriage was nothing but a mistake. On the day of their divorce, he thought he had finally gained freedom. He believed he would live a blissful life with the person he truly adored. But fate had other plans. Framed and thrown into prison. Exiled from his own family. Betrayed by the very man he sacrificed everything for. Alone in the darkness of his cell, he realized too late—only one person had ever truly loved him. Only one person had ever been by his side. Yan An. Then, as if the heavens pitied his despair, Jiang Yanxu woke up… five years in the past. This was his second chance. This time, he wouldn’t make the same mistake. This time, he would cherish the person he once abandoned. This time, he would never let Yan An go. "Yan An, I was wrong. Let’s start over." Yan An: "....." ----------------------------- Slowburn romance and not ABO. ^^ Seme/top protagonist.
Mao_Yuxuan · 258.5K Views

Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Ethan, an elite special forces commando, loses his life in the line of duty while eliminating a dangerous terrorist cell during a high-stakes anti-insurgency operation. Despite his unwavering dedication and discipline, Ethan dies with a deep sense of regret—he never fully embraced his personal desires and unfulfilled fantasies. As his final breath escapes, he vows that should he be given another chance at life, he will live it to the fullest, without restraint. Fate, however, has its own plans. Ethan awakens in a strange, unfamiliar world—a land governed by strength, where power is the key to survival and the stronghold dominion over all. In this brutal and unforgiving realm, Ethan discovers that the rules of life have drastically changed. The only currency that matters here is strength, and only the strongest can ascend to become the ultimate power. Gifted with extraordinary intelligence and a mysterious cheat that grants him unparalleled abilities, Ethan sets off on a path to conquer this new world. With each passing day, he hones his skills, builds alliances, and amasses power, all while exploring his deepest desires. This is a journey of self-discovery and unrestrained ambition, where Ethan’s focus is singular: to become the one true transcendent being, an existence unmatched by any other. Through intense battles, strategic brilliance, and encounters with those who would either aid or challenge him, Ethan fights not only for dominance but for the fulfillment of every longing he once held back in his past life. With each victory, he rises higher, carving his name into the annals of history as the peerless king, above all others—an immortal legend in the making. To join the discord community - https://discord.gg/XYAJtx9pqX Content Warning: This story will explore mature themes, including R18 content, but will avoid extreme elements. The protagonist’s journey will also include romantic entanglements, with a harem dynamic, including themes like Netori. No Yuri No NTR
HeavenlyDevil · 571.6K Views

Harvesting The Witch Queen

Be sure to join the official HTWQ Discord server for news on the novel, direct updates, polls, & exclusive rewards such as original illustrations: https://discord.gg/pxMTZp9f5j You can donate to the novel: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau Growing up as a slave in the Halloween Kingdom, Junk had been a prisoner for as long as he could remember. Born without a healthy nor stable body, he might have been the weakest of all the Minotaurs. Managing to finally escape the confines of his prison cell, the beast wanders the Kingdom’s dangerous roads. His body and soul slowly and painfully withering into nothingness until he miraculously runs into one final chance—the fallen Witch Queen—Lady September Autumn who had just recently been dethroned of her royal title. She provides him the opportunity to remain alive. Keeping his body and soul intact by feeding him with her royal, sacred Queen milk. Of course, this is no act of charity. She asks for his services in return. In exchange for harvesting her milk, Junk must become her loyal servant and bodyguard fulfilling whatever she commands: including hunting down and defeating all of those responsible for her dethronement. Refuse, and no more milk. No more milk, and the Minotaur will be doomed to perish once more. So a symbiotic relationship is formed. However, the ex-prisoner has something in mind for his powerful new Queen. Harvesting the bitch herself! Ultimately corrupting her into his breeding-slut when the time is right and birthing an army of monsters to re-take the kingdom for himself instead. Together, they are marching through this ghoulish and spooky fantasy world plagued with undead, spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, demonic Gods and far worse! . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . Discord link: https://discord.gg/Vx9zZqB5Ny Donations: https://ko-fi.com/camillejuteau https://www.patreon.com/camillejuteau If you have any question or hate mail: seishihentai@gmail.com Thank you for all the awesome feedback.
CamilleJuteau · 1.1M Views

With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do.

Synopsis Ava Summers is the perfect daughter — business mogul, top of her class, future queen of spreadsheets, and the only Summers twin with functioning brain cells. She's survived nineteen years sharing a womb, a mansion, and half of her DNA with Eva Summers — the human embodiment of bad decisions who once tried to roast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the entire estate on fire. So when their parents arranged one of them to marry Zeke Ford — the kingdom's most notorious heartbreaker — Ava took one for the team. She didn't flinch. She didn't panic. She blinked once... probably because she was three glasses of wine deep after Eva spiked her drink and slid a suspicious contract under her nose — a contract that would transfer all of Ava's businesses and birthright to Eva if she refused to marry Zeke. It was the first plan Eva ever pulled off successfully — and she regretted it the moment the Fords switched the grooms at the last minute. Instead of waking up legally bound to Zeke — the charming, half-witted flirt who collects women like decorative throw pillows — Ava finds herself married to Zach Ford — the cold, brooding, emotionally constipated twin brother who hasn't smiled since the dinosaurs went extinct. The Ford family hoped Eva's lively personality would drag Zach out of his miserable cave of grief and bad attitude after his fiancée's death. Too bad they accidentally married him to the kingdom's most neurotic control freak instead. Now Ava has a whole lifetime to survive a forced marriage to a man who communicates in glances, grunts, and the occasional eyebrow twitch, convince everyone she's madly in love with her new husband... And figure out how to legally murder her sister without ruining the family name. The plan was supposed to save the Summers' reputation. Not burn the whole kingdom to the ground. "With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do." A laugh-out-loud enemies-to-lovers rom-com about one grumpy recluse, one reluctant perfectionist, and one contractual catastrophe that will either end in true love... Or arson with tax deductions.
ExoShaneey · 1.1K Views

Monsieur le Président: Vous êtes le Papa de mes triplés

"M... Marissa ! Sont-ils mes enfants ?" Les yeux de Rafael ne se détachaient pas des visages adorables des enfants. "Non, Rafael. Ils ne le sont pas," Marissa dit avec un sourire forcé, "Ils ne sont pas les tiens. Tu te souviens ?" elle battit des cils de manière assez dramatique, "Nous n'avons jamais été mariés !" La sœur aînée de Marissa Aaron, Valérie Aaron, a abandonné son petit ami aveugle le jour de leur mariage et s'est enfuie. Pour sauver les apparences, la famille de Merissa l'a suppliée d'épouser Raphael Sinclair. L'ironie ? Elle n'avait pas le droit de dire à son mari aveugle qu'elle n'était pas Valérie mais Marissa Aaron. Le jour de la chirurgie oculaire réussie de Raphael, Marissa a appris que Valérie était de retour pour reprendre sa place légitime en tant que belle-fille des Sinclair. Marissa a tenté d'expliquer à son mari qu'elle était celle qui avait épousé, mais il ne l'a pas crue. Au lieu de le convaincre davantage, le cœur brisé, Merissa a décidé de quitter la ville sans lui révéler son secret. Raphael Sinclair était l'incarnation même de l'homme incroyablement séduisant et était le seul héritier du groupe d'industries Sinclair. Que ferait-il lorsqu'il apprendrait que tout ce temps la femme qui lui offrait son amour et son corps n'était pas Valérie mais sa sœur cadette Marissa Aaron ? Comment réagirait-il en apprenant qu'il était le père des bébés que Marissa portait en elle ? Chercherait-il à retrouver Marissa et à la reconquérir ? Et la question à un million de dollars ! Marissa serait-elle un jour capable de lui pardonner et de l'aimer à nouveau ?
JessicaKaye911 · 1.1M Views

I woke up inside my friend's video game

Amid a joyous Christmas celebration, friends Jayson and Nikolai along with their workmates, find themselves in the middle of a storm. Jayson woke up inside his friend's video game, which he soon found out was with him in a cell next to his. They were rescued by Malik, and joined the Imperial Legion, reuniting them with familiar faces, their co-workers and boss: Francis, Nica, and Oscar. Together, they find out that they shared the same last memory, and discover they've been transported to Skyrim in different times. Under the guidance of Oscar and Francis, Jayson and Nikolai venture on exhilarating adventures led by Malik. The Civil War looms, testing Malik's loyalty when Olly, a friend of Malik, and a Dragonborn, enters the scene. A tragic confrontation ensues, resulting in Malik and Oscar's demise and Olly's sudden departure after succeeding in eliminating General Tullius. In the cold landscape of Winterhold. Porcia sends Glenn, Maricar, and Erica on a quest to Pyeath Shadowthorn, unveiling Olly's emotional turmoil. Meanwhile, the mischievous Sheogorath weaves chaos for his amusement. A new vampire lord emerges, thanks to Sheogorath. Sheogorath unites Miraak and the vampire lord. The group of Jayson, Pyeath, and Olly himself embarks on a quest to unravel the truth, guided by the Elder Scroll of Ethereal Harmony. At the iconic 7,000 steps, tensions escalate between Olly and the groups of Pyeath and Jayson. Sheogorath soon reveals his orchestrations, warning of an imminent uprising by Miraak and the new Vampire Lord. In response, the "Frost Fall Alliance" is born, uniting the group against the looming war in Skyrim. They face challenges, mysteries, and internal conflicts, striving to maintain harmony amidst the chaos.
BlueEnigmaaa · 37.7K Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 43K Views

Vessel of Shadows

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7
wisp_novels · 46.2K Views

owned

In the first year after being sold off, you were lucky to have been placed with a wise cellmate. Although she was only 1 and a half years older, she had been here for a very long time. If not for her you would have ended up in the pile of bodies at the back of the farthest confinement unit long before you were able to be sold. After only 2 months with your new friend, her time to be sold off had come. She came to the cell excitedly, to fetch her belongings before finally bidding her goodbyes. Her belongings consisted of nothing, she had only used that as an excuse to come back and tell her little cellmate the exciting news. "He's so handsome and tall. He looked at me with eyes full of intrigue and passion!" Exclaimed Joelle, her cellmate. "I knew the day would come, he is a kind man as to even let me make one last trip down here, don't worry, Evalie. Someday, you will be bought and taken away from all of this by a handsome prince just like me. But for now, just hold tight and keep doing as I've taught you over this past few moons, I will always remember you, my evalie. Stay safe princess."those were the last sane words you ever heard come out of joelle's mouth. After only a mere month with the "handsome prince" Joelle was returned to the establishment, only the person that returned was but a mere shell of what her Joelle was before she left. The girl was only 16, but just in the course of a few moons, she had all the life and will to live sucked out of her. That man not only stomped one girls dream to be saved by a Prince Charming but it was actually two girls who had their hope extinguished and soaked in an endless flow of cold harsh water. Unfortunately that was the harsh truth slaves had to face. Wether you become a simple servant, to even a torture doll for your master to take out his frustrations on, you are a slave. That is your place. You must know it and abide by it, always, forever.
Grievingfairydust · 589 Views
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