Iroh Tsungi Horn

Yuuta was the weakest, most average guy on Earth—barely scraping through college, working a part-time job, and growing up in a quiet orphanage with no family to call his own. Life was simple, predictable... and lonely. Then one night, everything changed. He had a vivid dream of sleeping with stunning, powerful Dragon Queen from another world. He woke up, convinced it was just a dream. Until she showed up in his room with child—wings, horns, and a little girl who called him “Papa.” Erza, the Dragon Queen, had crossed worlds and was now stuck in the human world, her immense power sealed away. Now she had to learn to live in cramped apartments, work secret Job, and navigate the chaos of Earth. Yuuta, once invisible and forgotten, suddenly found himself with a family, responsibilities, and feelings he never imagined possible. But beneath the surface, a secret lies buried—one tied to Yuuta’s mysterious mother and the hidden truths woven into the lives of his wife and daughter, His orgin and cursed everything was conncet to Him. As monsters, magic, and enemies close in, Yuuta doesn’t have to be a hero. He just needs to be the man who will protect everything he holds dear.

[You have acquired your first dragon: SSS-Rank Fire Dragon.] Drahon, born with dragon-like horns, was abandoned as a baby and dumped in an orphanage by his parents. Mocked, bullied, and treated like a freak, he never knew where he truly belonged. One day while serving punishment, he found a mysterious egg… A dragon egg that opened a portal into The Dragon Game. Inside the game, Drahon unlocks legendary dragons, all ranked SSS—and becomes a Draconic Swordsman, mastering combat, riding dragons, and battling nightmarish monsters. At the top of the game lies one title: [Dragon Lord] And the one who claims it… wins the ultimate prize. But he’s not the only one climbing for it. A monstrous player once human now rules from deep within the game, The Death Dragon, a corrupted legend who evolved too far, became a dragon himself, and commands a legion of death-born beasts. His eyes are set on the same crown. [You have summoned an SSS-Rank Demon Dragon.] [You have evolved your SSS-Rank Primordial Frost Dragon into a Multi Fire-Frost Dragon.] [Upgrading Fire-Frost Dragon Roar ×10...] For Drahon, this isn’t just a game. It’s revenge. Redemption. And the chance to become something more than a freak with horns — A Dragon Lord.

Once, he was a spectacular man. Once, he was a heroic figure standing tall. Once, he was the heir to the world's most secretive family. When it all ended, the hero lost his memory and indulged in the city... Now, he becomes a contractual slave in the hands of a female CEO. Now, he leads a group of underlings down a dark path. As the hero awakens and the horns of battle sound, a mysterious veil is lifted, and he is destined to be a figure that makes the Earth tremble.

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Little Wu. I've seen those Mobile Battle Armors deep underground that surpass human imagination, and I've also witnessed someone in the asteroid belt of space punch a star to pieces with a single Fist. Buddy, listen up, here are some of my fight insights: When fighting the Dragon Clan, don't listen to what they say, just keep hitting them until they're dead; Dealing with fairies is a bit tricky, it's best not to let them see you, and to take sneaky shots; When it comes to orcs, there are two words for it, wrestling naked! If a Devil is looking for trouble, just desperately twist its horns, and it's bound to kneel; Alright, I'm off to fight in a bar now, more detailed content when I get back.

[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.

“You don’t remember me yet,” the naked man whispered, smoke curling from his lips, “but your body does.” When ice-cold CEO Devon Vale signs off on the purchase of a cursed, long-abandoned estate, he thinks it's just another tax-deductible asset. But the moment he steps foot into the house, the air turns thick—sweet, heavy, intoxicating—and dust begins to rise. And then it forms a man. Naked. Horned. Smirking. Ash. A creature of smoke, scales, and secrets. He says they’ve met before. He says Devon is his mate. He says the bond has never been broken—only buried. Devon doesn't believe in magic. Or fate. But he can't explain the burn in his blood, the ache beneath his skin, or why this stranger's touch feels like a memory he never made. As forgotten desires awaken and ancient instincts reignite, Devon finds himself spiraling into a bond forged long ago—and a betrayal even older. Now the question isn't what Ash is. It's what Devon was. And whether he can forgive what neither of them remembers.

Kaien has no last name, no magic, and no clear memories. The only thing he has is a group of orphaned children who depend on him to survive. But when an ancient monster destroys his village, Kaien makes a desperate decision: to unearth the cursed sword everyone fears. Thus begins his bond with Ryusatsuga, a blade that feeds on the soul… and the pain of its wielder. By his side: a warrior with a living grimoire and a past even more painful; a beast child with horns and a wounded soul; and a two-tailed black cat who holds more secrets than meows. Together, they will face monsters, visions, hunters, and truths that hurt more than any physical wound. But at the heart of this story, there are not just battles or curses: It is a message for anyone who feels broken.

In a world where shadows whisper secrets and every choice has a price, one person stands at the crossroad of it all. A gripping tale of sacrifices, betrayal and power unfolds in a world where the scars of an apocalypse still bleed. Drake Jagger is the weakest student at Iron Vale Academy- bullied, orphaned and haunted by violent dreams of a crimson battlefield and a betrayal by horned warriors. But when a sealed letter bearing the Arachis insignia arrives, Drake is ripped from his miserable life and thrown into a game of blood and chess. But Drake's dreams are the key. With each nightmare, the lone warrior's memories bleed into his mind and the sword in his grip whispers of the past.

"I'm one game away from reaching the master rank! I'll do it tomorrow, though. A true gamer knows when to refresh his mind and increase his victory chances!" Adam smiled in anticipation as he went to sleep on this special day. However, he could have never imagined the surreal awakening that awaited him. "What's wrong with my voice?!"  "Claws? A tail and horns, too?" [Welcome to the demon realm. You have been selected to reincarnate as a Lord. Conquer this realm of fire and ashes, become its uncontested ruler... or die trying.] Reincarnated as an imp in the cruel demon realm, at the borders of the mythological demon Baal's territory, his life seemed doomed from the start. However, a steely glint flashed in his eyes as against all odds, he defiantly proclaimed. "No matter who decided to make me start as an imp, watch as I turn into a veritable devil. Even Baal won't hold a candle against me in the future!" Equipped with his unique talent in a world where competition raged between the reincarnated earthlings, where heroes like Heracles, Wukong, Muramasa, Achilles, Merlin, Cu Chulainn, and many others were more than forgotten legends, and where gods' and demons' dangerous schemes paved his every step, he'd prove to those realms that demons were more than the violent and deceptive creatures everyone feared. ----------------------- Welcome everyone! You can expect a mix of gods/demons from almost every pantheon (even the more obscured ones) with gods and demons like Odin, Zeus, Ishtar, The Jade Emperor, Ball, Izanagi, and many others! You can also expect travels through the mysterious abyss, Jotunheim, Muspelheim, the underworld, Tartarus, and soon Oberon's forest, Olympus, and the Demon realm. If you like faithful mythology with unique twists, this book is definitely for you. (If you like the Fate series it is too...) Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :) Discord server with fan art of the most notable chars: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp

"Wow, I like you. Become my dog! Whaat! You'd rather die than being my dog?! Oh well, what a shame. Alright, you can die now" In the vast continent of Tulaq, there exists many races that walk on this lands. But the race which has dominated the continent after the ancient era ended was the human race creating various empires and kingdoms on it's vast lands. Luca, however was part of the Ingrid tribe who were known for their horns and beautiful appearance. He was a sweet and kindhearted kid who would be careful enough not to hurt even a ant passing by. But by the above narrative, you should have noticed by now that the person above speaking is this same sweet Luca. What could be the reason to this drastic change in his personality? Even I don't know what happens next and am excited to know what happens next! So join Luca on his dominating and bloody sweet revenge-filled journey.

Dear Diary, What is going on!? Am I seeing things- are my eyes going bad!? I keep on seeing these gray hazy shapes beside people! And no, they're definitely not shadows! They shape is completely different from what it's next to- well, most of the time. I'll just ignore it and maybe it'll go away. -Week later- Dear Diary and my sanity if it's listening, Things are going from delusional to outright cuckoo crazy! I swear I saw a face in the gray globs I've been seeing, but it wasn't scary or anything, it was like catching the face of an angel. And it wasn't like he had perfect features or anything, but his eyes. The care and heartfelt love in them was so... unbelievable? I guess? I can't explain it... I can neither explain what I saw today, but it wasn't the sort of spooky but endearing sort of thing I saw yesterday, but a bewildering (?, yeah, I would put it that way) scene of a witch riding on a broom through out traffic on the highway. Every once in a while, she would disappear into one of the cars and then jump into another one. Strangely enough, after she came out, most of the people driving would either start becoming careless or be shooting off their horn at another car. I am seriously considering going to see a psychiatrist, but I don't want to explain why to my dad, so I'll just ignore it for now. Surely, it'll go away!? -Week later- Dear Diary!!! It hasn't gone away!!!! It's getting worse!! I keep on seeing roads disappearing and being replaced with wide open fields as if no man has touched it before! Not only that, sometimes I see part of a building missing as if a line was drawn straight down in a clean cut and a forest begins as if it was natural! I've been keeping my distance from these strange things I've seen, but now I wonder if I should investigate? I picked a flower from one of my 'hallucinations' and it was real! Maybe, the rest is real too? Could it be possible? But if it is, why did it have to be me? I'm just a normal girl in high school trying to graduate so I can go to college with a dance scholarship. Maybe go on a few dates or see if Sean would help me find a guy from the soccer team? They are so hot! Isn't that hard enough for a girl? -Couple of days later- Dear Diary!!!!!! I have HUGE NEWS! I'm not crazy after all, I actually found someone who gave me some answers! His name... did I ask him? I'm sure I did, but I don't remember! Darn my horrible memory that acts like a willful child choosing what it wants and doesn't! Anyway, I atleast remember the most important thing- I'm not crazy! So it turns out, I came across our forgotten world. Or should I say kingdom. Anyway, he tried to explain that the world is like a coin with 2 faces on it- same world but two parts that can't face each other. Although, we did at one point, but that was before the rebellion and this really evil guy took a third of the kingdom to go up against the king. He didn't win though and retreated. .... but then, what was it? He put out a bet to the king? or something? Ah, faulty memory, I'll have to ask again. But in the long run- he and his minions are fighting the King and his loyal people for our world.... or something. I don't think it has anything to do with me, I'll just enjoy the new scenery I get to see now. -Couple of Months Later- "EXCUSE ME!? You want me to do WHAT NOW!? I must've heard you wrong!"

Although my memories are blurred right now, there’s one thing I remember clearly: I just wanted to be a good person. All human beings had dreams, didn’t they. But in my old world, dreaming was seen as a weakness. They called me naïve, foolish... and maybe they were right. In the end, it cost me my life. The only vivid memory that remains is a cursed sentence that echoes in my mind like a spell: “Abandon your dreams and ideals. The world isn’t a fairytale, you little brat. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn. A forgotten village, in an ancient, miserable world… yet strangely happy. At least, until he appeared. A being worshipped like a god, but with horns and heavy, hateful eyes: a demon. And when I was offered to him as a sacrifice by my own parents... something inside me changed. Now, in this second end, I must discover who I am — before fate devours me once again

"would you be mine forever?" those words were gold to horn- ehhm! ripe teenager Kyle Conner. "Yes!" He frantically nodded, drooling at nothing short of a goddess in front. "Then you'll have to sign this contract." "T-that's it? hell yeah!" without thinking twice he signed the paper. Acquiring his perverted fantasies along with a price of becoming a demon. Thrust into a mythical world with a strange system, Kyle Conner must grow stronger. Alongside his harem of beautiful seductive beings. Unlocking buried secrets of his past and realms beyond. While on the run from Lucifer, the demon king himself.

In this modern mythological tale, Dhruv, an unsuspecting mortal, finds himself in Vaikuntha, questioning whether this is truly the end of his journey. Instead of peace, he meets a mysterious man in a suit, who ultimately reveals that Dhruv cannot enter heaven due to "arrows of regret"—a metaphor for his unfulfilled purpose. Offered a chance to return to Earth for 90 days to make amend. Upon accepting the deal, Dhruv embarks on a chaotic and humorous journey through the underworld, meeting Yamaraj, the god of death, and Gorgo, a nervous demon with horns, who comically reacts to Dhruv's presence as though he's a harbinger of disaster. As Dhruv navigates the strange, labyrinthine bureaucracy of the underworld and the daunting task of creating a "happy ending" for himself. With gods in disguise, reluctant demon assistants, and divine missions laced with humor, Dhruv's journey becomes one of discovering the true meaning of life, death, and purpose.

A NEXT-GEN DARK FANTASY ISEKAI Lucien’s life was defined by competition, ambition, and an unrelenting drive to succeed. A gifted fencer, he was a star athlete, one of the best in his region, and constantly pushing himself toward perfection. He had already conquered the regional championships, carving a path that many admired. But admiration wasn’t what he was after. He wanted to be the best. Just before the tournament, he fell ill. It was the kind of sickness that made doctors warn him to stop, to rest, to recover. But Lucien refused to quit. If he pulled out now, it would mean everything he had worked for was wasted. So he did what he had to do—he pushed through. Pain medication dulled the aches, but it couldn’t numb the truth. His body was failing him, and he knew it. As he lay in a hospital bed, exhaustion taking hold, his body finally gave out. His eyes closed, and when they opened again… The world was different. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who claws forward, even when the world begs him to stop. Moral compromise, philosophical warfare, and the slow death of innocence. An ever-evolving world—where monsters wear suits, not horns. The fall of a hero. The rise of something else. Slow-burn tension and twisted power dynamics. Psychological battles, identity decay, and philosophical warfare. ALL CHAPTERS WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND ARRANGED BY QUINNCIR.

The Story: A Journey of Broken Trust and Unexpected Love What would you do if the person you loved most tried to kill you? Firion never saw it coming—literally. The last thing his eyes ever saw was her. The woman he trusted. The one he would’ve died for. And then… she threw acid in his face and walked away like he meant nothing. Now, scarred, half-blind, and alone in the wild, Firion is just trying to survive. But then she appears—not his betrayer, but a stranger. A woman with no reason to help him… and yet, she does. Can kindness from a stranger heal the wounds of betrayal? She carried him from the woods. He didn’t know her name… but those horns—he’d never forget. Would you trust someone who looks like the people who destroyed your life? He woke up in a stranger’s bed—safe, treated, warm. She had a gentle voice and a kindness Firion hadn’t felt in decades. But when his fingers brushed against her horns… Everything came crashing back. His village. The fire. The screams. She says she’s not like them. But how do you separate a person from the past they remind you of? In a world where demons burned his home, killed his family, and took everything from him—Firion never thought he’d wake up in a demon’s house. Let alone be saved by one. Is Kaida truly different… or is that what she wants him to believe?

“Miss Witch, I hate you.” “Why?” “When I was a child, you killed all of my family. I remembered your horns, and I remembered your eyes. I hate you. I hate all witches like you—you’re all lunatics.” “But now you’re a witch too. You’re one of us.” “I hate myself too. But you won’t let me die.” “You’re very obedient.” Funis...

After dying in the real world, a man wakes up inside a massive MMORPG as a newly created Legendary Guardian — a powerful horned warrior built to protect a dangerous dungeon cult boss. With no reputation and only his mysterious master knowing his true purpose, he must learn to control his abilities, navigate the game world, and decide whether to follow the cult’s orders or forge his own path. Meanwhile, players and factions begin to take notice of this unknown force that could change the balance of power in the game forever.

#Toxic Love #Obsession #Betrayal #Vengeance “Don’t blame me, Love. For it’s you who forced my hand.” In her entire lifetime, she had only loved and trusted one man. And that man, was the very person who had betrayed her and left her for another woman. === Riize was born a failure of a demon with no horn and visually impaired. Fortunately, miracles did exist and when it came to fall upon her, her pathetic life took a huge turn. She awakened her demonic abilities and even get herself a handsome lover! Riize thought that her life would be a path of flowers from that moment onwards, until the entirety of her bright future shattered upon her lover’s painful betrayal. Returning back to the useless demon she was once, Riize vowed to take revenge against that dog pair of a man and woman for cheating on her. But, with her powers now gone, would she be able to exact her revenge? What about the red-haired retriever who kept on professing his love for her at any chance? What exactly did the retriever want from her? Love? Hah. Riize had only one thing to say, “Utterly Ridiculous.” === Excerpt: “Tell me the truth. If I hadn’t took the gamble and broke your trust, would you still stay by my side, even if you found out that I was never the person you thought to be?” His cold voice quivered at the very end as if his entire being was on the verge of falling apart. Riize clutched her fingers, not daring to raise her eyes as she was afraid that her strong resolution would crumble the moment she saw his miserable state. “Yes.” Her voice was firm, leaving no space for doubt to bloom. “I wouldn’t have left as for the least, for once at that time, I had come to love you not because of whatever you are in the past but because, I learnt to embrace your shortcomings and desire you for whoever you are.” === [WARNING: SUGGESTIVE CONTENTS, MILD DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE?]

“You said you were worthless. But worthless things aren’t taken by anyone… And I’m taking you.” The boy narrowed his eyes. Renji smiled faintly. “So that means… you have worth now.” Fractured Gaze is a novel about broken souls, fading loyalties, and the quiet violence of choices that can’t be taken back. In the ruins of a forgotten empire, past tragedies hold power. And the rebellion begins — not with war horns, but with fractured people learning how to bleed together. There are no chosen ones here. No heroes. No prophecies. Only those who’ve been hurt... and those who decide what that pain is worth. If you're looking for a fast-paced power fantasy, this might not be your story. But if you’re drawn to action, found family, and the cost of fighting for something that may never love you back — welcome. All chapters are free to read. Got fan art? I’d love to feature it (with credit)! X.com/sixthvow DMs are open! Written by me, occasionally assisted by AI tools for editing, phrasing, and clarity. Cover art generated with DALL·E by OpenAI.

Heaven and Earth was formed and it was good. The saying became outdated when Hell rose and its citizens were no other than the angels that fell from grace to grass, growing malevolent horns and promoting sin. Two familes, both greatly affected by the Great war that occured in Hell opened the door of salvation for one and doomed the other to eternal damnation. He was possessive but not crazy, and loved her enough to remind her that she was his even if she loved another. Troubled by her many flaws and hardships, Ebony had one goal; to graduate with a worthy certificate and be free from the entaglements of his redemption while trying not to be too drawn to his inhuman looks. "I will not give up on you, Ebony," He promised and sealed it with a kiss on her lips. "I am not the type that gives up on what I want. I want it and I will have it." Will Ebony give in to his sweet temptations or remain adamant on the goal at hand even though there was more to the world of demons than meets the eye? For in the world of demons, love was a luxury she couldn't afford. | Completed |

[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, monster girls, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ..... Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life. Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts. Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness. But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world. A world he knew. It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Apocalypse had begun. Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive. And Creed? He awakened… a summoning ability. Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him! At least, that’s what he thought. Until his first summon appeared. A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit. A Succubus. It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi! The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival. And here he was. Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy. Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement. “...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”

Disclaimer: MC's women will never be stolen. No Yuri. --- "Truly amazing." A pink-haired woman with tanned skin and two black horns protruding from her head whispered. "For an Orc to die a virgin... I thought I would never see the day." The Goddess of Lust specialized in second chances. Chances she only gave to those who died 'Pure'. "I usually Bless humans but... I'll make an exception this time." [System is Loading...] On the verge of death, the Orc is healed, Blessed with reason, and with a System. The first order of business is to take his revenge against the Orcs that caused his death as well as the endless torment that preceded it, and then... "Save me, please..." The blonde Elf whimpered from her cage. "I can tell that you're different from them. I can see it in your eyes!" The story of the legendary NTR ORC starts!

A rose, yet to be doom but still chooses to bloom. The rose grows thorns?... But why do they look like.. horns? A beauty in pain. Won't stop it from having a brain. Read this poem for your sake. Only to see this book as a mistake. This story lies with quiet horror. You realise it? Then it's YOU in sorrow. Beware, readers, as your fate will be sealed. In a fantasy where even a rose can't be healed.

-updates: it will be a long time for updates since i am going to collage -update 2 it will be on hiatus due to personal matters i cant think to write the next chapter due to personal stuff and i will not pass my negativity in this 1000 years into the future after demons from hell came through a portal and took over most of the planet a human born with ram horns and goat eyes was born. and through life he will try to seek his place in the world along with his partner another human whose half human as well supports his back. the only question is will their paths align or conflict and as the world births its will among the living beings to live and fight off the unwanted invaders. though there will be conflictions among the many so will it be living or death. Heads up +this will be a slow updating novel as i desire for long chapters that will be made sure at the best of my abilities to be smooth and well written +updating may take multiple weeks to multiple months a chapter as i have school and pretty busy +future plans for erotic chapters but i will not rush this for some fantasies and i have plans on it +i plan to add more

Zaiyila thought she had suffered enough—betrayed by her own mother and sold into marriage with a wealthy, aging man. But on the night of her pre-wedding ceremony, everything takes a dark and unexpected turn. A swarm of deadly snakes descends upon the gathering, killing her groom-to-be and throwing the hall into chaos. Fear spreads as the people recognize the serpents as the servants of the enigmatic and terrifying Snake King, Everett. When Everett himself arrives—a striking, horned man of unmatched beauty and power—Zaiyila finds herself drawn to him in ways she cannot explain. Despite the fear he inspires in others, she feels an unshakable connection to him, one that transcends the realm of logic. The moment she defies the fearful kneeling of the crowd, she unknowingly seals her fate. Taken into Everett’s domain, Zaiyila is forced to confront not only the dangerous, supernatural world she’s been thrust into but also the awakening desires she cannot deny. As she unravels the truth about her past and her connection to the Snake King, she must decide—will she resist the pull of destiny, or will she embrace the darkness and passion that Everett offers? A tale of betrayal, power, and an irresistible bond, Bride of the Serpent King explores the fine line between fear and desire, fate and choice. ---

In a realm where magic is law and nobility masks rot, Marcelia Ravenswood — bard, healer, and daughter of a house bound to justice — finds herself accidentally engaged to Rayner, a fae exile with horns like branches and trauma buried deep beneath moonlit smiles. One accidental name exchange later, she’s swept into a conflict older than kingdoms and more dangerous than any spell. Her stepbrother Julius, a reclusive scholar of magic, has unknowingly become the vessel for a sealed fae entity — last of the Ceaith-ysyr, an ancient race once vital to the stability of the Fae Wilds. Twisted by betrayal, the Ceaith-ysyr were nearly exterminated by the Magic Magistrate after a failed attempt to turn them into living weapons. Now unsealed, this Ceaith-ysyr hunger for justice — not for themselves, but for Julius, the one who freed them— threatens to ignite a war that could consume the mortal realm. Now tangled in the lies of those who were meant to protect them, Marcelia and Rayner must race to find Julius before the Magistrate finds them all —and finishes what they started. A story of love, loss, and legacies rewritten in blood, this is the beginning of a tale where even the broken can shift the balance between ruin and rebirth.

They said the world was broken. They didn’t know the truth: It was unwoven. In the scarred ruins of the Hollow Zone, Kael Iroh—a forgotten, broken boy—becomes the first to survive the impossible. When the sky splits and Threads of Reality fall to earth, Kael is claimed by the Arkanexus Protocol, a forbidden system that once stitched the laws of existence itself. Now marked as the First Conduit, Kael awakens a Soul Loom—a living system that lets him see emotion as threads, manipulate memory as power, and rewrite the very code of life and death. But every thread comes with weight. Every skill he gains exposes a deeper cost. And worse: he’s not the only one chosen. There are others. Some gifted. Some corrupted. Some—not even human anymore. In a world unraveling from the inside out, Kael must face the remnants of old gods, secret organizations, and the memories he was never meant to recover. He isn’t a hero. He isn’t ready. But the Loom doesn’t wait. He can weave the world back together… or destroy what’s left.

The demon’s roar was a monstrous sound, shaking the rain-soaked streets like an earthquake. Its form twisted and writhing, a grotesque fusion of jagged horns, sinewy muscles, and eyes that burned with ancient hatred. It moved with terrifying speed despite its size, each step cracking the ground beneath like thunderclaps. Kaito felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as the air around him thickened, charged with his wind magic. His grip tightened on his sword, the blade shimmering as swirling gusts danced along its edge. The air whispered to him, bending to his will. “Stay close!” he barked to the others, eyes locking on the demon’s glowing core. That’s the weak spot, he thought. If we hit it, maybe we can end this quickly. Ren laughed—a manic, fierce sound that echoed over the storm. “End it quickly? Where’s the fun in that? Let me add a little fireworks to the party.” His pistols flared, flames licking out like twin dragons unleashed. Haru’s pale eyes flickered as he calculated the demon’s patterns. “Its movements are irregular—unstable. But it’s anticipating our attacks.” He stepped forward, hands weaving through the air, as if pulling invisible strings. “We’ll need to synchronize our strikes.” Daiki’s deep voice rumbled like the earth itself. “Then let’s bring the mountain down on it.” He slammed his fists to the ground, and the earth trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the cobblestones, rocks levitating with slow, deliberate power around his knuckles.

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---