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They say devils are born, unleashed, and erased at 3 am. Vailhom is the only country that hunts them — hidden from the world, sending out trained killers to wipe devils off the face of the earth. These devils take many forms. Some look like us. Some don’t. Blade is one of Vailhom’s mainland hunters — cold, focused, and deadly. He doesn’t fight for glory. He follows orders, finishes the job, and moves on. But with each mission, something starts to feel off. Patterns. Whispers. The kind of signs you’re told to ignore. Blade thought this was just the job. He didn’t know he was standing on the edge of something far worse. Disclaimer: This is a work of dark fantasy. All characters, devils, and events are fictional. The story is not intended to reflect or represent any real religion or belief system. Devils in this story are evil and destructive forces — nothing more.

To the world, Rudra is just a quiet, invisible high schooler. But beneath his skin slumbers the Zix Core — a forbidden power that allows him to split his soul across realms, birthing avatars that rule over entire worlds. Each avatar is powerful, independent, and terrifying in their own right. From Kaalkrit, the Demon King feared by even gods, to Ratri, a seductively untouchable succubus who surrenders only to him — Rudra’s alternate selves are not just tools… they are weapons of empire. With every world he unlocks, he gains strength. With every avatar awakened, his dominion spreads — unseen. But on Earth, no one knows. Not his classmates. Not the awakened organizations watching from the shadows. Not even his father — a feared awakened being himself. Rudra hides in plain sight, a monarch veiled in mundanity, while his avatars conquer realms, build armies, and seduce queens. The women of these worlds desire his avatars—but their bodies, loyalty, and children belong only to Rudra. The Zix Core has only just begun to stir. And the multiverse has no idea who it just woke up.

In the aftermath of the Third Great War, the world of Nytherra breathes a fragile sigh of relief. Kingdoms rebuild, laughter returns to towns, and peace cloaks the land. But beneath the calm, something stirs—an ancient darkness that escaped the ashes of war. Shirou wakes up in this unfamiliar world, his memories hazy, his body unfamiliar. He has no idea how or why he’s here—only that a strange System has chosen him. One that grows stronger as he survives... and kills. As Shirou struggles to understand the laws of this medieval fantasy realm, whispers of a hidden organization rise—a group operating in the shadows, pulling strings across Nytherra. Their goals are unclear, their reach terrifying. Monsters roam, kings scheme, and prophecies resurface. But what no one realizes is that a greater disaster, one far beyond the past wars, is fast approaching. And Shirou—lost soul, outsider, and anomaly—might just be the spark... or the salvation. ******* I post 2–3 chapters every monday, Wednesday and Friday I try to keep the uploads consistent so you can enjoy a steady stream of content. Thanks for sticking with me

Time betrayed her. Faerie bound her. Only a crown of lies can set her free.

In the ancient city of Padmavati, Princess Dattadevi, daughter of King Ganapati Naga, is known for her unmatched grace and sharp intellect. As the Naga kingdom teeters on the edge of political chaos, her beloved brother—the crown prince—lies bedridden from a mysterious illness. Whispers of betrayal grow louder within the palace walls. Tensions rise as Dattadevi’s ambitious cousin, Veerkund, begins tightening his grip on the kingdom, oppressing the people and manipulating the court. To protect her land, Dattadevi is forced into a political marriage with the rising northern emperor, Samudragupta—a decision that could either save or destroy everything she holds dear.

In a world where the boundary between life and death fractures with every whispered name, Through the Veil, a Voice follows Solan Maelvaran—a fallen prince resurrected within a heretic's corpse. Bound to an ancient system and haunted by a living shadow called Wyrm, Solan is thrust into the Veiled Labyrinth, a realm of trials where memory, identity, and soul are the price of power. As divine relics, sealed Names, and forbidden towers awaken, Solan must navigate esoteric horrors, unravel truths older than gods, and confront the nameless force that speaks through his blood. His journey will unmake reality—or remake it, if he survives.

In a palace veiled by silk and secrets, loyalty is a mask—and love can be deadly. Born into a noble family, Lianfu’s life shattered the night her household was massacred for uncovering a royal conspiracy. Mistaken for a servant girl, she survived—scarred, silenced, and blindfolded by fate. But death did not claim her… vengeance chose her. Now known only as A’fu, she returns years later as a cold and deadly shadow, hiding her identity beneath flowing black robes and a silk cloth covering her eyes. Her blade is silent. Her resolve, unshakable. By her side is Prince Xiao Liwei—once a disregarded son of the Emperor, now a poised warrior cloaked in white. Elegant and sharp as a drawn fan, he walks a path riddled with betrayal and hidden enemies. But behind his gentle gaze lies a fierce protector… and a heart drawn to the mystery that is A’fu. Together, they will unravel the truth. Together, they will fight to survive. But in a court of lies and masked killers, how much will love cost?

Malo Jorin was once a quiet boy—until the world shattered him. Now trapped in flesh that feels alien, he teeters between man and monster. Haunted by what he’s become, he begins a journey not for power, but for the innocence he was never meant to lose.

Everly was raised as a slave in the brutal Ironfang Pack, believed to be nothing more than a discarded human child. Powerless. Worthless. Forgotten. But they’re wrong. At fourteen, Everly secretly shifted, something no "human" should be able to do and met Selene, the wolf spirit hiding deep inside her. A secret she's guarded with her life. Now, as her eighteenth birthday looms and the pack prepares for a ritual that will change everything, Everly’s quiet pain is about to shatter. She’s more than they ever feared. More than even she understands. And when her fated mate, the King of Werewolves himself, enters the picture, her past and her power will awaken with a vengeance. But first, she must survive the place that tried to break her.

In a world where monsters, supernatural entities and interdimensional creatures roam the Earth and danger is always around the corner, who is truly ever safe? Organizations must protect the civilians and face danger head on while on the edge of self-destruction all in secret. With the history of the world unknown to him and his memories lost; this is the story of Kharon Vex. Author Message: This story starts off slowly because there is a lot of common knowledge being explained at the beginning which may make the chapters seem boring and unappealing but I assure you that the story will get a lot better on. I hope you enjoy the read. This story is inspired by other Webnovels such as Lord of the Mysteries and Shadow Slave. It also incorporates aspects of other media to further expand the story.

Aurora Lane was supposed to be ordinary. Just a high school senior trying to survive final exams, her sketchbook full of strange castles and eyes that don’t belong to this world. But when a dream pulls her too deep, and a mysterious book triggers something buried in her blood, Aurora wakes to find herself in a place no mortal should ever reach — Aetherwyn Academy, a school hidden beyond the Veil where bloodlines shape destiny and magic is a legacy, not a gift. But Aurora has no crest. No sigil. And according to the sacred records of the realm — no bloodline at all. Her arrival shakes the foundation of the academy. Students whisper. Teachers watch. The Veil, an ancient force that should only respond to those with rightful lineage, opens for her. And worse — it begins to react around her. Drawn to the cold, enigmatic Atlas Thorne — a boy with secrets buried behind silver eyes — and hunted by the dangerously charming Ethan Valesh, an emotion-crafter whose magic can touch everyone but her, Aurora finds herself entangled in a rivalry that isn’t just romantic — it’s prophetic. As forbidden trials unfold between rival magical schools, relics react to her presence, and old prophecies stir in the dark, Aurora must navigate betrayal, obsession, and power she doesn’t yet understand. Her bloodline isn’t just unknown. It was erased. For a reason. And some believe her return means the end of the Veil itself.

Ayant passé son enfance enchaînée, Alice était une enfant qui ne connaissait ni l'amour ni la joie. Méprisée par sa famille tout en étant torturée au nom du bien commun pendant des années, elle s'était engourdie à toute sensation et pensée. Jusqu'au jour où un homme en noir lui offrit une chance de s'évader. Il y avait autrefois des rumeurs répandues sur un enfer sans fin, une terre de mort glorieuse et d'opportunités terribles. Les fous partaient à sa recherche, et les intelligents ne s'y aventuraient jamais. Ce n’est que lorsque ses mystères funestes se répandirent sur la terre que tous entendirent son nom — l'Abysse. Une seule goutte de son sang pouvait donner à quelqu'un le pouvoir de contrôler les ombres, de se déplacer plus vite que le son, ou une force supérieure à celle de l'homme le plus fort. Pourtant, tout cela avait un coût ; le sang s'assurait toujours que ceux qui le consommaient devenaient partie de l'Abysse, à une exception près — Alice. Rejetée par son propre sang, c'était son destin de pourrir dans une cage dorée. Mais ce jour fatidique changea tout. Dotée d'une seconde chance dans la vie, une chance de tout recommencer et de réclamer vengeance contre sa famille, une chance de plonger profondément dans l'Abysse et d'acquérir le pouvoir de gouverner son propre sort, Alice prit sa main, ignorant le destin qui se déroulait devant elle. Discord : https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va Notes de l’auteur : Ceci est mon troisième livre, je vais mettre à profit ce que j'ai appris auparavant pour m'améliorer. Ce livre se concentrera sur l'intrigue, l'action, la profondeur des liens entre les personnages et adoptera un ton plus sombre dans ce monde de fantasy cruel que j'ai imaginé pour ce livre ! Si vous décidez de donner une chance à ce livre, j'espère que vous apprécierez ! Une expérience et un ton très différents de Nanomancer Reborn.

Synopsis: (inspired by Lord of the Mysteries). In the last breath of his previous life, Elias Thorne, a renowned historian and cryptographer, found himself facing the inexplicable: not the darkness of nothingness, but the gleam of a golden spiral — a galaxy collapsing within his own soul. Reincarnated in a world where the real bends to the symbolic, the protagonist awakens in the skin of a disinherited young commoner: Kaelen Vance, in a metropolis called Vaeldar, capital of the Syranthin empire, ruled by a Veiled Council that never shows its faces. There, reality is shaped by Paths of Awakening, mystical routes followed by those who dare to ingest the Primordial Symbols — fragments of absolute truths that break the mind and sculpt destiny. There are 25 Paths, each a mirror of universal archetypes, each demanding the price of sanity in exchange for power. As young Kaelen Vance adapts to the upside-down logic of a world where words carry arcane weight and names can kill, he discovers that someone—or something—brought him here for a purpose. An Invisible Theater stages his life.

Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor. But today—today was her thirteenth birthday. And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire. She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways. It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was. The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else. A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential. And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout. Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it. Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation. “I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.” Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.

Jin Kuroya was just a sharp-tongued delinquent with nothing to lose—until the night a monster crawled from the shadows and marked him for death. Now chosen by Renzai, a cursed soulblade burning with ancient power, Jin is thrust into the secret war between corrupted spirits, rogue soul factions, and a hidden Order that governs the balance between life and death. In a world where blades choose their masters, the dead never rest, and every soul hides a secret—Jin must awaken his true strength or be consumed by the darkness hunting him. But the deeper he descends into this world… the more he questions if he was ever meant to survive it. Perfect for fans of Bleach, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Solo Leveling—with original lore, elite pacing, dangerous rivalries.

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

Nyxia, a battle-hardened night elf Huntress, was once revered as a living legend—bonded to the spectral spirit beast Loque’nahak and feared across the wilds for her unmatched prowess. But when the sacred temple she once protected fell to corruption, and her lover Ves’Sariel became a void-touched goddess worshipped by twisted remnants of her people, Nyxia vanished into the shadows—riddled with guilt, grief, and rage. Years later, fate drags her from hiding when a void-born threat resurfaces, mutating the land and infecting what little hope remains. Scarred and furious, Nyxia is forced to confront her past: the ruins of her sacred temple, night elves twisted into grotesque worshippers, and a soul-shattering reunion with Ves’Sariel, who is no longer wholly herself. Accompanied by Loque’nahak—fierce, loyal, and deeply bonded—Nyxia claws her way through blood-drenched ambushes, monstrous rot dragons, and heart-wrenching memories. But healing comes in unexpected places. At a hidden sanctuary, she reunites with Perseus, a Lightforged Draenei and dear friend thought lost to time. As Nyxia spirals between rage and ruin, Perseus helps her rediscover pieces of herself long buried under pain. Saga of the Ember Veil is a visceral and emotional dark fantasy tale of love twisted by the void, the savagery of survival, and the flickers of light that remain in even the most shattered hearts. It’s a story of healing, wild magic, and what it truly means to come home—bloody, broken, but not alone.

In a world where power is painted into existence, and every color bends reality itself, Kairos Kaiser was born without a single stroke. No chants. No colors. No place. Labeled an anomaly, Kairos was raised in silence beneath the shadow of a throne that was never meant to be his. But when a sacred trial shatters his destiny and reveals a secret buried beneath the empire’s foundation, he begins to see the world—and himself—for what they truly are. Behind every brushstroke lies a lie. Behind the empire, a prison. And beyond the Veil… something is waiting. Now, hunted by his own blood and haunted by a power he never asked for, Kairos must uncover the truth of his origin, survive the madness of a world unraveling—and face the terrifying cost of freedom. Because to break the Veil, He’ll have to erase everything. Even himself. main arc starts from volume 2, volume one is Skippable but important. The main arc starts from chapter 11.

A prophecy whispers of a hybrid—a child of both Light and Darkness—who will either unite the realms or destroy them. Zyra Everhart, an ex-detective with a haunting past, is forced back into a world she tried to forget when a series of ritualistic murders rock the city of Eldoria—murders linked to her own bloodline. As she investigates, she meets Damen Valerian, a Shadowborn prince known for his ruthless power and seductive charm. Damen seeks the prophecy’s missing piece, but when he realizes Zyra is the one destined to decide the fate of their world, he must choose—kill her or claim her. Their attraction is forbidden. Their destiny is cruel. Yet, something deeper pulls them together as an unseen enemy watches from the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike. As tensions rise between the Shadowborn and the Lightkeepers, Zyra must decide: embrace the darkness within her or fight against her fate. please go to link for more book of this series stories https://amzn.in/d/b1AYgYA

Aria Bell spent her life chasing myths, until she became one. Searching for a cure to save her dying sister, she stumbles into the Veiled Realm, a hidden world of werewolves, and is claimed as Luca Thorne’s fated mate. But when war erupts and the Alpha is murdered, Luca betrays her, breaking their sacred bond. Imprisoned and abandoned, Aria prepares for the end, until the Moon Goddess awakens within her. Now, as war rages and darkness rises, one question remains Will Luca fight beside her, or will love be lost to war?

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Mature Content Warning (R18+) “If it means dying for you… then fine. I’ll do it,” he said, his tone deadly serious. *************** Lilia’s life is turned upside down at a lavish masquerade party when an unexpected announcement claims she is engaged to Lowell, a man she has never agreed to marry. Caught between the overwhelming pressure of her parents’ expectations and the confusion surrounding her emotions, Lilia finds herself trapped in a web of deception. But when a silver-haired stranger named Zethan steals the spotlight, Lilia’s impulsive declaration sends shockwaves through the room. With her parents and Lowell thrown into chaos, Lilia is left questioning whether she has just freed herself—or unwittingly stepped into a more dangerous game of fate and manipulation. Who would have thought their futures had already been sealed? This vampire had been obsessed with her long before she ever knew he existed. WSA 2025 ENTRY

Níth is not simply divine—she is born of four gods who shaped the highest realm. Dragon, Fox, Elve, Tree. Her bloodline grants her immense power: to create worlds, to destroy them, to bend time and gravity like thread. With eternity ahead of her, Níth chooses a different path: to walk through the realms in disguise, quietly shaping fate as she searches for the god she’s meant to become. Godhood isn’t a birthright—it’s a role to be earned. So Níth watches. She listens. She intervenes only when the scales tip too far. Sometimes with fire. Sometimes with mercy. Always with purpose. Along the way, she gathers companions—those who are drawn to her light, her shadow, or her silence. Her followers are not taken, but chosen—each member willingly stepping into her orbit, bringing their own truths, flaws, and desires. Each realm she enters has its own rules. Some mimic dreams. Others spiral into nightmares. She has played hero, villain, student, teacher. She has bought realms like real estate and judged some to ruins. Even gods are changed by what they touch. And Níth is not untouched. This is a story of karmic justice, divine discovery, and a love that spans across species, timelines, and lives. Níth will not only become the god of karma— She will embody it. And when she does, the realms will remember her name— in reverence, in desire, or in dread.

Blackridge is a city where shadows breathe, and memories lie. Ten years ago, forensic profiler Elijah Graves walked away from the unsolved Cipher Veil murders. Now, a photo appears—of him, at a crime scene he doesn’t remember. As cryptic ciphers start arriving at his door, reality fractures. Victims return in whispers. Cultists emerge from the fog. And beneath it all lies a power hidden in blood… To survive, Elijah must reopen the Veil Case—but this time, it’s not just about catching a killer. It’s about not becoming one. Sanity is a currency. Trust is a weapon. And the truth might be the final cipher.

Di dunia yang dikoyak oleh ambisi para kultivator dan keabadian semu, seorang pemuda lemah dari desa terpencil harus menanggung kehinaan dan tekanan batin yang menghancurkan. Namun saat harapan seolah mati, takdir membuka celah—sebuah jalan kultivasi asing dan terlupakan muncul di hadapannya. Dengan darah, air mata, dan tekad baja, ia menapaki jalur yang tak bisa dipahami oleh siapa pun. Inilah kisah dari seorang jiwa yang hancur… yang bangkit menjadi penguasa dunia.

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

They sent me to Haeven’s End – a decaying shithole town choked by permanent Fog – to find out why five government investigators vanished. Should’ve been simple. Uncover the rot beneath the surface, write the exposé, collect my paycheck. Fuck the countryside. Fuck the Fog that tastes like static and moves wrong. Fuck the locals with their rehearsed lies and eyes that slide away like oil. But this town… it’s got teeth buried deep. That Fog ain’t weather. It’s hungry. The church with its spire like a stone knife? Murals that itch behind your eyes? And the silence… Christ, the silence weighs more than the mist. They told me the investigators finished their work and left. Bullshit. Something ancient sleeps here, wrapped in grey. Something that watches. Now the static’s in my blood. The whispers make sense. And the Fog? It knows my name. Truth’s my trade, but some truths crack your world open and let the dark pour in. Finding out why they vanished might cost more than my story. It might cost what’s left of me. Welcome to Haeven’s End. Don’t stay after curfew.