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Aliens Predator Can I Keep Him Pregnant

I Can Assimilate Everything

"If all the Ancient Ones rise against us, I'll burn them all. If the entire world turns against us—I will set it ablaze. Nothing will stand in our way. Nothing!" - Achilles Adrastia Maxwell --- Death followed Achilles like a plague. Finding himself at his lowest point, he comes to realize how little value human life held as terrifying Advanced Humans and Evolutius Beasts waded across the Colonies of this World. About to lose the only remaining person close to him by falling into the jaws of an Evolutius Beast, a spark bloomed inside of him as the Evolutius Crystals he held disappeared, and he saw a distinct blue panel appear before his eyes! [Achilles Maxwell] [Assimilation]:: Organic Crystal(Evolutius Crystals)(3%)- Obtained qualities of Regeneration, Energy Conversion, Flexibility, and Light Manipulation  [Existence Corruption Value]:: 0% [Complexity]:: Negligible A simple spark. And yet the changes it brought…were limitless! In an endlessly vast post-apocalyptic world filled with futuristic Colonies that merged magic with technology, undercurrents surge from the depths of the World as even the Ancient Ones sealed many years ago begin to awaken. In the middle of all this, the terrifying power dwelling within Achilles leads him to question its origins, and the answer to this is something that resonates and leads back to his very bloodline. Ancient Ones. Advanced Ones. Ancient Bloodlines, and Unfathomable Lineages...anything and everything swirls into a storm of heavy proportions that will change everything!
Adui · 1.3M Views

Alpha's Pregnant Omega

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.
Kelenne · 150.9K Views

Angelic Predator:Trust Me, I'm Sane

Before becoming the feared Supervisor of Hell, he once walked the earth—silent, deadly, and broken. Betrayed and slain, he returns not just for revenge... but to prove he's still sane. He devoured hell before he ruled it. Now, returned to earth, he hides behind an angelic face—and a promise: “Trust me, I am sane.” Devourer of hell-Elarion Crimsonveil (17 Y)son of Herus Le Crimsonveil, the family of duke on top of pyramid only below king Euras Ian Astirhall . Trained to be a assassin, he has 2 older step brother Sirus Crimsonveiland Rior Crimsonveil**{They only share father , but all have different mothers} and thousands of adopted sons his father adopted to train them as assassin for his military, they are those who have vowed their loyalty to the duchy -by consent? No way. The youngest who grew up in a horrendous atmosphere created by his father for unknown reason, a dream that changes his life, he who wants to be free and doesn’t care whether people die or live, the coldhearted Crimsonveil –A silent hunter-Predator or so on. But is there all it is or it’s just a tip of Iceberg. Elarion van Crimsonveil or the devourer from hell read it to find out how he despite struggling continues to climb for his success. A story filled with excitement, development and mysteries is going to be unfolding in front of you. About this novel: You won't regret reading it, it got everything. The mc is strong cold calculating want revenge yet hilarious and enjoys every moment. Kind of like split personality (not really but seems like) He loves cruelty but rational rarely but yes. Not a simp no Ntr or yuri Harem(maybe or maybe not) if I decide an Harem there will be only 2 or 3 girls max.
interesting · 4.1K Views

I Can Do Anything?

In a world where talent is everything—what happens when someone dares to cheat the heavens? Xuan Wu awakened in the brutal Fire Haven World where the strong eat the weak, where practitioners cultivate techniques to live longer and grow stronger. But just as despair crept in... [Ding! Awakened the Supreme Cheat System] [Anything you desire, reality will obey...] Cultivation? Piece of cake. Upper worlds? He can ascend and descend with a thought. Enemies? A single word is all that is needed for obliteration. As Xuan Wu overlooks the world in his grasp, he asks himself—should he dominate, conquer worlds, create planets? Or should he play along just like an ordinary disciple? ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Things to expect in this novel: No harems or romance - romance tropes have no place in this story. Low-key mc who hides his power - Because who doesn't love playing along? Bizarre, unexpected comedy - seriously Enlightened view on cultivation - tired of old monsters acting like mortals? Or young masters being dumb at such a high realm? None of that western power suppression crap - Power scale is huge Reflective MC - tired of the old Gary Stu? ───────────────────────────────────────── Things not to expect: Slow Pacing - Who has the time for that? Submissive MC - Enough of the MC submitting to a female character just because she's hot trope! Enough! Superficial Evil - "Ooh ahh me kill innocent people me so evil!" Again, there are more evils than just killing! ───────────────────────────────────────── ...
x2000reborn · 51.6K Views

No matter the suffering, I decide to keep living

"I will keep surviving... even if the world rejects my very existence." I woke up in the darkness. No warning, no clues. As my eyes adjusted to the strange light around me, I realized—this place wasn’t unfamiliar. Yes, I know this world. This… is the world of a novel I once read. A fictional world, where heroes shine and demons fall. But behind all of that lies a truth never written on any page: This world is hell. The difficulty level? Inhuman. There’s no interface. No hidden powers awakening when I’m on the brink of death. No lucky twist saving me at the last second. There is only pain—raw, relentless, and ever-present. My body is wounded, my mind shattered, my hope torn apart piece by piece… As if someone behind the scenes is savoring every second. And I know who you are. The Author. Yes, you, sitting calmly behind the screen, typing away, Watching me spiral deeper into suffering. You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching me fall. Watching me cry. Watching me break. Maybe to you, I’m just a story. Just a fictional character with no feelings. But I know I exist. And I know this pain is real. So hear me now. I will not die. At least… not yet. Because I will survive long enough—become strong enough—to flip this story on its head. I will live. Not because this world deserves to be fought for… But because I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me. So keep writing, Author. Because every page you write… brings me one step closer to taking back my own story.
AlzenAlrynd1 · 1.2K Views
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