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Naruto Makes His Own Village Yaoi

Devour My Own Path

A decade has passed since the first dungeon tore through the world, unleashing an endless tide of monsters that brought humanity to its knees. Just as hope began to fade, a divine power awakened within select humans gifts meant to push back the darkness. But the war is far from over. Lurking in the deepest, uncharted dungeons is an ancient terror, a being of unfathomable power that even the strongest hunters fear to name. Whispers speak of a "Calamity" a monstrous entity that has existed since the dawn of the dungeons, watching, waiting… and growing stronger with each passing year. Hyun, a survivor of the earliest dungeon outbreak, carries scars deeper than flesh. His past is a mystery, even to himself. His earliest memory? A sea of flames, a voice screaming his name, and a shadowed figure reaching for him before everything went black. The only family he has left is his younger sister, Sera, the sole light in his harsh world. On his 17th birthday, when divine powers manifest, Hyun is branded with the infamous "Devour" job a rare and feared ability that consumes everything in its path, including the user’s sanity. To most, it’s a death sentence. To those who know the truth, it’s something far worse: a key to an unspeakable fate. Now, hunted by both man and monster, Hyun must navigate a world where trust is a luxury and power is a curse. As fragments of his forgotten past resurface, he begins to question: Is the true enemy the monsters in the dark… or the darkness inside himself?
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Alpha's village girl

Maya stepped back, her chest heaving as she avoided Damien’s piercing gaze. “I’m not yours,” she said, her voice trembling, though her words were firm. “I never was. I never will be.” He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his hand reaching out to grip the back of her neck, forcing her to meet his storm-filled eyes. “You are mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, his breath mingling with hers. “The universe has already decided. You. Are. Mine.” Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, rough and unyielding, stealing the words she wasn’t sure she wanted to say *********************************************************** She was just a simple village girl, living a quiet life in the heart of the countryside—innocent, kind, and completely unaware of the power her existence holds. When strangers from the city arrived in her village, seeking water and shelter, she thought she was just being hospitable. But scent sparked something primal in the heart of one visitor, her life changed forever. He was not just a man—he was an Alpha. The moment he caught her scent, he knew she was his. But She was human, untouched by the world of wolves and unaware of the dangerous power struggles in his pack. Determined to make her his, the Alpha stays in her village, weaving his way into her father’s trust to win her hand in marriage. But their union is only the beginning of her struggles. ***PLEASE NOT THAT THIS STORY ONLY UPDATES WEEKLY 3 CHAPTER************ *********THIS IS SLOW BURN ROMANCE*****************
Inked_jas · 24.5K Views

His Favorite Poison: till death make us worse

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags
Black_3812 · 4.5K Views
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