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The Devil's Thread

A smile that bled through kingdoms. A dot that hides a fate unknown. --- Some call him a devil. Others remember only the smile—calm, beautiful, and soaked in blood. Lucifer awakens in a quiet border village with fragments of a forgotten past, a bleeding dream, and powers he never asked for. On one arm, a mysterious glowing dot. On the other, a progress bar tied to a name in a language long lost. He doesn’t know what he is. But he knows one thing—he’s not normal. In a world divided by power and ranks, where kings wields power and gods are only myths, Lucifer is drawn to the Academy: the center of civilization, where monsters are raised as champions. His quest is simple: “Academy.” But fate is not. He isn’t here to survive. He’s here to unravel a thread that could tear reality apart. --- Author Notes: Hey everyone, I’m Author Zero. This story isn't just about power levels and flashy academies—though you’ll find plenty of that too. The Devil’s Thread dives deeper into themes of identity, buried memories, dark choices, and the lies we accept to survive. There will be thrill, suspense, subtle worldbuilding, and philosophical layers buried beneath action and charm. Romance might arrive, but it won’t define the story. Think of it like peeling an onion. Except every layer bleeds. This is my first time crafting something like this. If you enjoy dark protagonists, beautiful lies, academy arcs, and the unraveling of something ancient and forbidden—this is for you. Support, votes, and comments fuel the story (and the Devil’s Smile). Thanks for reading. ~ Author Zero
Author_Zero · 1.6K Views

My Accidental Harem

#HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED "Willa. Man, that girl. Picture perfect. Like, the kind of perfect that made my teenage hormones throw a full-blown rave every time she walked by. My nightly 'Willa fantasies' were legendary, let's just say. Pure, unadulterated, mind-melting… yeah, you get the picture. So, picture this: me, late for class, scrambling through the hallway like a greased pig. BAM! I slam into someone. Willa. And, oh boy, did I get a show. Turns out, she was going commando. A major, major wardrobe malfunction. And let's just say my body decided to throw its own mini celebration. Instant bulge. Visible. Obvious. Her eyes went wide, a mix of surprise and… was that a smirk? My blood was pumping like a jackhammer. I tried to play it cool, slinking back to my seat in the back. But guess who decided to join me? Willa, blushing like she'd just won the lottery. My heart beating hard. Was she into me? Was this my lucky day? Look, I'm not gonna lie. This isn't some deep, philosophical journey. It's about girls. Hot girls. And, yeah, a harem. Because why settle for one goddess when you can have a whole pantheon? But Willa… she's different. She's the OG fantasy. So, the question is, can I juggle a whole crew and still keep my eyes on the prize? Can I have my cake and eat it too, or will Willa make me choose? Stay tuned, because this is gonna get wild." ----------------------- #HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE ------------------------ [PLEASE NOTE] [THERE'S NOT A SINGLE NTR IN THIS NOVEL UNLIKE THE FIRST ONE.] ---::--------------- Show some support by:- 49 comments= 1 extra chapter. 50 power stone= 1 extra chapter 20 Golden tickets= 1 extra chapter. 1 magic Castle= 7 extra chapter. Thanks you.
forgottenvoid · 385.5K Views

The Book of Becoming

In a cosmos woven through the Aetherium Prime—the foundational plane where thought, will, and energy coalesce—existence is governed by ancient laws and the silent will of The One Above All. Yet, this delicate balance is threatened by a profound schism, born from a primordial act of defiance and a relentless pursuit of transcendence. At the heart of this unfolding saga are Lognos (L2) and Eli Ragual (R2), twin brothers of unprecedented potential. Born from the forbidden union of Miriam Soter, a celestial-blooded Saintess, and Dr. Azrael, a heretical scientist-mystic, their very existence is an act of rebellion against cosmic predestination. L2, the Cosmic Warrior and Ophiuchus Ascendant, embodies intellect and strategy, destined to master the systems of reality. R2, the Spiral Messiah, is a powerhouse of raw strength and transcendence, whose path involves "becoming the storm." Their bond is profound, yet fraught with L2's desperate drive to overcome R2's inherent physical fragility, a struggle that will ultimately lead to their destined fusion into LRD, a universal stabilizer. Their journey unfolds against a backdrop of cosmic warfare, driven by two opposing, yet equally dangerous, legacies: * Cain's Lineage: The progenitor of the Vampire Lords, Cain defied the Creator, his ambition to transcend his curse leading to the birth of his three distinct bloodlines: the Infernal (seeking demonic godhood), the Human (aiming for perfected immortality), and the Beastkin (forging ultimate war forms). Cain envisions the fusion of these lineages into a single, perfect being, asserting dominion over the mortal realms and beyond. * Babel's Legacy: Once the divine Abel, corrupted by Cain's dark arts, Necros Babel became the first Undying Necromancer. His ultimate goal is not vengeance, but a calculated act of cosmic restoration: to erase Kain. Babel believes Kain's continued existence has become a "detriment" to the natural order, and he seeks to unmake the very rules of existence through Eldritch Vampirism—a power that devours concepts and reality itself—to achieve this precise, minimal-damage erasure. As L2 and R2 cultivate their Inner Worlds, forging personal realities that threaten to surpass the Aetheric Plane itself, they ignite a "war between those who govern existence and those who dare to create it." Established deities, categorized by their elemental and conceptual affinities (from Ra and Zeus to Kali and Kael), grapple with the emergence of these new forms of divinity. The Nine Singularities—fundamental truths about Being, Choice, Death, and Godhood—serve as philosophical and existential trials that all ascending entities must confront. The fate of the cosmos hangs in the balance. Will L2 and R2 succumb to the temptations of Cain's raw power or Babel's nihilistic erasure? Or will they forge a new path, navigating the treacherous Wells of Resonance and confronting the ancient Apex Beasts, to achieve a Divine Unity that rebuilds existence rather than destroying it? Their choice will not only redefine their own destiny but reshape the very fabric of reality, determining whether the universe descends into eternal conflict or ascends to a new, transcendent order.
JohnBlaze110 · 20.3K Views

Into the stars

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.
Adu_Wisdom · 1.1K Views

Sweet Devil [BL]

“Happy Christmas Eve!” chuckled the old man as he strapped a watch around Misha’s wrist. “Have a nice trip.” The next morning, the 25-year-old Misha woke up with a pounding headache, sore muscles, and strong nausea. In short, the perfect hangover. But when he saw his reflection in the mirror, he soon realized that the pain wasn’t caused by the terrifying amount of alcohol he had drunk the previous day. His body had shrunk. A lot. He didn’t have the time to think too much about it since his mother suddenly erupted in his room - the next day, his sister did the same thing. Mother and sister who had died a long time ago. The old man wasn't crazy. As he had predicted, Misha did travel back in time, just before losing his loved ones. And so, Misha had now one mission: changing the dreadful fate of his mother and sister and sending away his sister’s boyfriend by all means. They had to break up! Like it or not, that man will bring disaster to the family sooner or later. This time, Misha wouldn't fall for that warm smile and those gentle eyes as he knew they were hiding a cold, insensitive personality. However, things weren’t as simple as he thought, and perhaps the sister’s boyfriend was not the enemy. Perhaps, since the beginning, he had everything wrong and knew nothing of his sister. ________________ *The BL will mostly show up in the second and third volumes. It is a very slow romance, so don't expect the protagonist to fall in love quickly. In the first volume, he has too much on his mind to care about love and such. *There will be contents for 18+ in the second and/or third volume. I will put a warning at the beginning of every NSFW chapter. P@treon: https://www.patreon.com/rsvaesen?fan_landing=true
RS_Vaesen · 1.4M Views

"The Prehistoric Survival Manual: Written by an Engineer"

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would
zaemeowlikebeef · 1K Views

MASTERPIECE OF RUIN

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.
Expressive_Potatoe · 12.7K Views

Another World Linkage

Our world is virtual. What happens when two virtual worlds are connected? Paralyzed young man Ryan signs up for [Another World], becoming one of ten thousand explorers. The moment the game starts, he and his loyal dog Sasha are transported to an alternate world—a realm filled with wild beasts, relentless battles, and limitless evolution. Towering creatures roam the land, swift predators hunt in the shadows, and even dragons rule the skies. Deep within these creatures' skulls lie the mysterious Lumina Cores—absorbing them grants the genetic power of the beasts, allowing humans to break past their limits! As explorers fight, survive, and evolve in this brutal world, they grow stronger. But the real shock comes when they return to reality—the power of the alternate world remains! Ryan not only regains his ability to walk but also develops combat instincts beyond human capabilities. Other explorers awaken their own abilities, turning into real-life superheroes. But who is pulling the strings behind it all? Can two virtual worlds truly merge without consequences? And when explorers surpass human limits to become superheroes, can reality ever stay the same? ———— journalist:“There's a sort of philosophical concept that a sufficiently advanced civilization would be create a simulation,and so the theory follows that maybe we're in the simulation.What’s your take on this?” Elon Musk:"it would seem to follow that the odds that we're in base reality is one in a billion..." ————————————————————— [Register for 'Another World' and begin your second life! (Limited to 10,000 players)] "...Huh?" Ryan frowned, staring at the screen. The tagline was laughably cliché. 'What kind of scammy mobile game is this?' Yet, before he could think twice, his finger had already tapped 'Register'. [Congratulations! You are the 8,752nd Explorer of Another World.]
Ken_Wong_1299 · 22.2K Views

Betrothed to a Billionaire

--- 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. ---
Tomisin_Osarz · 56K Views

Moonfire Reclaimed

Seraya of the Moonfire Pack was never meant to kneel. Descended from a line of warrior queens, her bloodline was feared, her blade unmatched. But fate had other plans. When she was 19, the mate bond snapped into place, tying her soul to Alpha Kael—a calculated, charismatic leader of a powerful pack.In love, she did what her foremothers never did—she submitted. She gave up the battlefield to become his Luna, suppressing her instincts to lead and fight, believing love was worth the sacrifice.But the mate bond, sacred and unbreakable, became her prison.When Seraya began sensing sickness, flashes of nausea and unbearable heartache, she thought it was stress—until she felt the unmistakable tearing pain of betrayal echoing through the bond. At first, she thought he was hurt. Then she caught the scent. Not his. Not hers.The omega concubine had been hidden—kept secret in the east wing of their estate. Kael had masked the bond’s weakening, lying to Seraya’s face as he comforted his new lover behind hers.In the werewolf world, betrayal through the mate bond is more than emotional—it’s physical. Seraya’s body weakens. Her wolf recedes. Her sleep is haunted by his pleasure with someone else. And worst of all, the bond doesn’t break—it festers.So she does what no Luna has done in a hundred years—she severs the mate bond herself. It nearly kills her.She leaves behind the title, the territory, and the man who once swore the moon to her.But out in the untamed wilds, her strength begins to return. Her wolf comes back fiercer, wilder. The whispers of her return travel fast—and the world notices.Now, four Alphas come for her—but she’s not sure if they’ve come to claim her, or to follow her:Talon: A rogue Alpha exiled for killing his corrupt father. He doesn’t believe in fated mates—but he believes in Seraya.Darius: Her former childhood rival and first kiss, now the Alpha of a reformed warrior pack. He once challenged her—now he respects her.Silas: An Alpha with no love for violence, a healer and sage. He doesn’t want a queen. He wants a partner.Rafe: A shadow-walker shifter from beyond the northern borders. Not fully wolf, not fully known. But deeply, undeniably drawn to her in ways even the mate bond never reached.As Seraya rediscovers herself, she must choose whether to open her heart again—or remain the lone queen of her own making.But when Kael and his new omega threaten war to reclaim her by force, Seraya will show them:She was never just a Luna.She was the storm they should have never tried to chain.
heidychampagne2 · 1.4K Views
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