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All the Elders in My Sect Are My Avatars!

Common Summary: A common modern man finds himself in an immortal cultivation world right after his death. Armed with a sect system to assist him on this difficult journey, he is shocked to discover that the elders summoned by the system are, in fact, avatars of himself. Determined to take things one step at a time and enjoy his new life, he makes a decision: "I’ll leave the problems to my avatars, and I’ll cultivate in peace." ---------------------------------- Xianxia Summary: Are your cultivation techniques of high quality? Then check out the almost-perfect techniques my avatar created! The best quality golden core is the extreme first-grade core? Then look at my extreme first-grade core! The usual tribulation for geniuses has 9 lightning bolts? Mine does too! I don’t have a perfect foundation, so if the heavens send more lightning, I’ll sue them! Common protagonists take an elixir that should make them rise 9 levels, but they only rise 1 because of their perfect foundation? Then I’ll take it and rise 10 realms, because my foundation is almost-perfect, not perfect. While other protagonists struggle in one realm to reach perfection and fight a level higher, I’m already 4 realms ahead. ---------------------------------- PS: There is no other protagonist besides the MC. In this summary, the protagonists mentioned are only from the works he read in the modern world. PS2: I try to include explanations and descriptions of each realm and other aspects of the world, but they will only appear when the MC interacts with them or reaches that realm. PS3: The avatars don’t have much focus in the beginning, but in later chapters, they will get more and more screen time. PS4: Almost reaching the last console. PS5: I made it! ---------------------------------- The story will also be available on RR, under the same title and author pseudonym.
Tigr4 · 32K Views

SLAVE TO THE MASKED BEAST

Lorenzo De Luca "The Beast" thought she was only a new prey, but he realized too late that he was the one who was trapped. Signing a contract with the beast was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to Summer, and she wouldn't have done that if she had any other options, but the more she tried to struggle out of the deal, the deeper the beast found himself falling for her. ... I nodded, feeling grateful, and bolted toward the door. Without knocking, I burst inside. "You jerk!" I yelled. “Don’t you know how to knock? and I warned you not to call me that.” His voice was low, irritated. "Your terms are absurds, I have my own terms also." I said as I closed the door. The minutes I turned to him, I screamed. Lorenzo was standing by the window, wearing nothing but a towel, water dripping from his freshly showered body. His broad shoulders glistened in the light, and his defined abs led down to... "A slave speaking of term, Hmm. Tell me about it." He said. "Damn, he is fucking hot!" I said, not realizing I said it out. "Excuse me?" He raised his brow. "huh." I said. "You were talking about terms." He asked, moving closer to me. I couldn’t remove my eyes away. His body was perfection, every inch of him sculpted like a living statue. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come in. My heart pounded faster with every step he took, my legs were shaking. "Don't come near!" I yelled at him, covering my face with my hand. "What's the problem?" He asked. I froze, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. “Put some clothes on!” I shrieked. “This is my room,” he said, turning toward me with a slow smirk. “I see no reason to.” "Well.. I'm here and I'm not comfortable with you like this." “You’re staring,” he teased. “No, I’m not!” I shot back, flustered. “You want me,” he said casually, stepping closer. “What? No!” I stumbled backward, heart pounding. “You want to feel me inside you.” “God forbid! Hell no!” I shouted, but my voice wavered, betraying me. "Hell yes" He said with a smile. I swear, despite his face is partially covered with mask, I could see the beauty of his face. His smile is so beautiful... it's choking. He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. “Your body says otherwise,” he whispered, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then he whispered into my ears "I can show you what I'm made of, if you want." His voice was slow, deep and arousing. My legs were trembling, I could hear my heartbeat. “Stay away from me!” I pushed him back, panic setting in. But he only laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent my pulse racing. “You don't know what you are missing.” he murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Just say the word.” I snapped. “Get lost!” I pushed him and bolted out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears. I could hear him laughing behind me, enjoying the moment. His laughter was cut short by the sound of water splashing.
Black_Butterfly18 · 1.3K Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 31.2K Views

Too Gay for You: Don't Give me Heart Eyes (GL)

Popular girl Ari Cho is absolutely charming, leaving Yumi Kim, the school nerd, so gay to function normally. ** FOREWORD: Like any other day, I sat back and watched Ari hold court in the far corner of the school cafeteria. She was surrounded by her usual swarm of admirers, each one trying—and failing—to win her over. One by one, they crumbled under the weight of her gentle rejections, their faces painted with the sting of unrequited affection. Oh, what a marvellous sight to behold. The scene took a dramatic turn when two of the boys started arguing, throwing out accusations about who was making Ari more uncomfortable. The irony was almost too good—they were both so oblivious to the fact that their entire presence was likely making her want to bolt out the door. I took another bite of my sandwich, savouring the free entertainment. Poor Ari, trapped in the middle of a gaggle of hormonal teenagers who genuinely believed their cringe-worthy displays of “manliness” would sweep her off her feet. Pathetic. You might be wondering why I’m not stepping in to rescue Ari from that circus of admirers. Well, let me give you three solid reasons why meddling is a terrible idea for me. First, I’m no Superman—I don’t do heroic deeds. Second, I’m far too comfortable living my drama-free life to jeopardise it now. And third, let’s be real, my body is definitely not built for a catfight. As I happily munched on my sandwich, enjoying the chaos from a safe distance, I made a grave error, I locked eyes with Ari. Oh, crap. Picture this: while the two idiotic boys were still mid-argument, Ari—with a slightly shy smile—started walking towards my direction, her tray of food balanced in her hands. No, no, no. God, please tell me she’s not actually coming to talk to m— “Hi, Yumi!” she said casually, her smile so bright it could power a small city. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not So Typical (on going) Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH
talesofheaven · 29.7K Views

Creed: World’s Strongest

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.
Basil_Chaway · 11.8K Views

Mist Empire’s Rise: Fake Noble to Fog Queen

[Fake Aristocrat + Empress Regnant + Identity Concealment + Charisma + Nation-building + Personal Growth] Luo Wei has transmigrated. She finds herself in the body of a lowborn commoner who had impersonated a noble lady to enter school. She's about to be exposed as a commoner, facing contempt and insults from the entire school, and ultimately destined to be hanged at the marketplace gallows. Luo Wei: What's there to fear? It's just pretending to be nobility. As someone from the 21st century, she can act more noble than the nobles themselves! When a noble lady tries to test her with expensive spices, Luo Wei takes one look: Aren't these just common seasonings found everywhere in Western cuisine? As if she's never tasted them before! They say she's a commoner who can't do geometry? Luo Wei smiles slightly: Isn't it just trigonometric functions? She learned that in middle school! What? They say she's poor and has no money? She casually produces an entire bolt of silk fabric to make pajamas, and while she's at it, makes a chest full of silk handkerchiefs, using them once and tossing them away. They say she has no fief and isn't a true noble? Hah! She makes money by day and reclaims land by night. While attending school, she's busy cultivating land. Soon, millions of square kilometers of fertile soil in the New World are all hers. She establishes her own country and ennobles herself! Finally, her identity is exposed by an old acquaintance. The Holy Church wants to put her on trial, presenting evidence that she's not a noble - they couldn't find her patent of nobility in the Mist Kingdom. Luo Wei: A noble title? Sorry, she indeed doesn't have one. Because she is the Empress Regnant of the Mist Kingdom! In the end, she abolishes the aristocratic system, establishes a new country, and becomes a deity in the hearts of countless commoners. She promises them peace and prosperity; they pledge her their loyalty and faith. She, ultimately, becomes ..
DaoistsSzmtd · 15.2K Views

LOVE REWIND

At the Orphanage "I like you." Her eyes widened. "But I don’t—" He cut her off, his grin widening. "I LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU AND..." He paused dramatically, locking eyes with her before leaning in once more. "And I like to irritate you." Yadhana’s glare could have burned through walls. Yuvaa chuckled. "And you look cute when you're angry." Before she could explode, he playfully pinched her cheeks. "Ugh! You're such a buffalo!" she snapped, turning away. Yuvaa, ever the troublemaker, called after her. "Well, if I’m a buffalo, then you’re the buffalo’s best friend!" She froze in her tracks, fists clenching. "I am NOT your friend!" "You are," he teased. "I AM NOT!!" "YOU ARE MY BESTEST FRIEND!" That was the final straw. Fueled by rage, Yadhana stormed toward him, eyes blazing. "I AM NOT! I AM NOT AND—" Before she could finish, Yuvaa suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "You are. Until our last breath, you’re mine." And with that, he bolted, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd be dead meat. Fourteen Years Later A scream shattered the silence. "Please leave me alone! Please don’t do this to me… I beg you… please!!!" Yuvaa’s eyes shot open. That voice—he knew it instantly. "Yadhana." Heart pounding, he rushed toward her. She was curled up in the corner, trembling, tears streaming down her face. When he placed a hand on her shoulder, she recoiled violently. "Yadhana, what’s wrong?" he asked gently. "Please… don’t touch me… I beg you," she sobbed, her voice raw with terror. A lump formed in his throat. What happened to you, Yaad? "It’s me, Yuvaa," he whispered, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. But as soon as he said her name, her expression twisted in anguish. "Don’t call me that name!" she snapped. "Yaad—" "DON’T!!! CALL!!! ME!!! BY!!! THAT!!! NAME!!!" she screamed, her body shaking violently. Yuvaa flinched but nodded. "Alright… I won’t." She clung to him suddenly, sobbing into his chest. "Please don’t leave me with him, Pa… I’m scared… I don’t want to be with him… please don’t leave me…" Pain stabbed through his heart. He held her tighter. "I won’t leave you, Yadhana. I promise." But just as quickly, she shoved him away. "No… no… you’re lying! You’re going to leave me with him!" she cried, eyes darting around in panic. "Yaad, what are you—" "DON’T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" she shrieked again, her voice hollow, broken. Yuvaa inhaled sharply. "Okay… okay… just breathe, Yadhana." She turned to him then, her gaze sharp and piercing. "Don’t come near me, Pa. I’m not the Yadhana you once knew. I’ve become a monster… I’m no longer the girl you remember." Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms again. "None of that matters to me. You are not a monster, Yadhana. You’re an angel. No matter what you’ve been through, you’re still you." Tears glistened in her eyes. "You’re lying…" she whispered. He answered with a kiss. For the first time in years, she stilled. As sleep finally took over, Yuvaa gently laid her on the bed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. He pulled a chair beside her, his fingers lightly running through her hair as he watched over her. His jaw tightened. Who hurt you, Yadhana? Why are you carrying this pain alone? Memories of the past flashed in his mind—the day her own sister slapped her, the silent suffering in her eyes, the wounds she never spoke of. He clenched his fists. If you won’t tell me… I swear, I’ll find out myself. And when I do, I won’t let them get away with it. Yuvaa exhaled sharply, his resolve hardening. "I don’t care who they are—family or not. No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here." Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "I swear, my angel… I will protect you. Always."
Phavv · 3.3K Views

Divine system : My journey to celestial Godhood by kbp

scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...
Kingblaqpen · 0 Views

The Divine system:my journey to celestial Godhood

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...
Kingblaqpen · 5.7K Views

Mandate Of Heaven [BL]

Synopsis: "I’ve seen enough, I’m done." Lie Zhanfeng muttered to himself, watching with satisfaction as Xie Dongyi, the tragic villain of his favorite novel, finally seized an ancient inheritance. The villain had finally fought back! But just as he was about to read the next chapter, a bolt of lightning struck him to death. When Lie Zhanfeng opened his eyes, he found himself in the very novel he had been reading, inhabiting the body of a lowly village thug—fated to die at the hands of the protagonist. Worse, he hadn’t even finished the book! Assuming the villain would meet the usual tragic fate, Lie Zhanfeng decided to protect Xie Dongyi, shadowing him like a hen guarding its chicks. But Lie Zhanfeng didn't know that after getting the inheritance, Xie Dongyi awakened an Ancient demon bloodline, becoming even stronger than before... ------ Xie Dongyi’s past life had been filled with pain and suffering. Abandoned by his family, betrayed by those he trusted, he lived in the shadows of others’ expectations. When he finally awakened his dark, sinister demon bloodline, he embraced it without hesitation. After years of practicing, his power grew rapidly, and with it, his thirst for vengeance. When he finally had the chance to destroy everything, he did so without regret, wiping out his enemies and sealing his fate with his own self-destruction. But death didn’t mark the end for him. Just when he thought it's over, Xie Dongyi was reborn in the past. The moment he opened his eyes, he was no longer alone. A strange man—Lie Zhanfeng—kept appearing, protecting him from harm, something Xie Dongyi had never experienced before. His world, once filled with isolation and betrayal, now had someone by his side. Xie Dongyi’s gaze hardened as he looked at the man who had been his shadow through it all. "Don’t ever betray me," he said, his voice icy with a threat that could shatter mountains. "Or I’ll drag this world to hell with us." ADDITIONAL TAGS: 1v1, Accelerated Growth, Alchemy, Beast Companion, Doting Protagonist, Magical Space, Multiple Realms, Overpowered Protagonist, Overpowered Love Interest, Protagonist Falls in Love First, Seme Protagonist
JPenumbra · 18.7K Views

HUNTED

One late-night run changed Aila’s life forever after getting caught up in a battle between werewolves and hunters. She is suddenly kidnapped by said hunters and finds out secrets about her past and her future as she embarks on a journey to find out who or what she truly is. Issues arise one after the other when she finally escapes the hunters grasp, only to be taken in by the ferocious Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack. Unlike most who fear him, Aila challenges his authority every step of the way as she learns more about herself and the dominant, possessive Alpha who tries to claim her. Will heads collide in a battle of will, or can they work together and help keep the hidden world of creatures safe from the hunters? Join Aila on her journey of rediscovery, love, laugh and cry along with her on this action-packed, steamy romance novel. ----- Gold Tier Winner in #161 Writing Prompt Contest - Shapeshifters. ------ *** SNEAK PEAK *** [ MATURE CONTENT ] "Eyes up here, Aila." He snapped; his harsh voice made her look into his eyes, and she was immediately trapped under his stone-cold gaze. She couldn't move her eyes away from his as he stepped closer to her, his movements slow as though he was ready to pounce on her, his prey. Without thinking, she stood up from her position, prepared to bolt, but he grabbed her and pinned her hands against the bed. He moved his knee forwards, parting her legs that resisted only for a second before allowing his knee entry. He pushed it slowly into the spot between her thighs, making her gasp from the sudden contact. "Do you like disobeying me, Aila?" He growled; Aila was confused for a moment until she remembered how easily she defied his commands. Was he really still angry from earlier? But when she searched his face for an answer, she soon found it. He was definitely mad from earlier. "To be quite honest, I do. It puts you in your place," Aila smirked when she met his blazing eyes. He brought his face down closer to hers, the pressure from his knee in between her legs increased, making her bite her bottom lip. "Wrong answer," He growled before biting her lip apart from her teeth. ----- *DISCLAIMER* MATURE CONTENT: Graphic Violence Strong Language Sexual Content Abuse -- 【 Volume 1: Complete】 【 Volume 2: Complete】 【 Volume 3: ONGOING. #EnemiesToLovers #HOTChemistry #TouchHerAndYouDie 】 -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and a review! -- Cover Image: Commissioned by @if._art My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa
Kelly_Starrz · 1.9M Views

The Child of Starlight & The King of Shadows

Have you ever experienced a day so bad you just died? Tell me about it. There I was, this scrawny high schooler always on the receiving end of bullying, and then boom, I'm playing hero to this little kid about to be pancake city beneath some wheels. And here's the kicker—I take the hit instead. Talk about instant payback. But instead of coming to in the back of an ambulance or, you know remaining a goner, my eyes pop open to this huge shiny blue moon, some celestial messenger in gleaming gear, and a set of stairs made out of actual starlight. So, it wasn't just bad luck that left me flattened out like a human pancake—I was picked. Chosen by who, you ask? Well, a super spooky mouthless and noseless god of eldraen decided I was the lucky one to get a big fat destiny plopped on me as if it was some group project I never asked for. Turns out, I'm meant to be the "Child of Starlight," the sole individual who's got the chops to take down the Dark Lord Hadeon, who's come back from the dead. And this Hadeon guy? He's not your average Joe wizard; he's the most powerful sorcerer there's ever been. Okay so typically, this is where I'd freak out and bolt. But something's up. Turns out, magic's a real thing. And guess what? I've got it. Not parlor tricks, either. I'm wielding power I never dreamed of..." Okay so here's the sticky part. Hadeon isn't just strong – man, that guy's is also way too tough, and he's got this bunch of followers convinced that reviving him is top-notch. What about me? I used to be the kid nobody noticed in high school, plus I've got this chatty sky-being giving me advice, a realm that's giving me side-eye, and not a single tip on being the brave one. Still, I didn't stick around after kicking the bucket just to watch everything go down the drain. Hadeon's looking for a brawl? Alright, let's have it out. We'll see who's the boss.
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