Naruto Nine Masked Beasts

In a world where strength is law and betrayal blooms like blood-soaked flowers, the once-revered warrior Sofi finds herself imprisoned in a fortress of agony—chained, broken, and haunted by the ghost of her greatest mistake: trusting her own disciple. Nikolash, once her brightest student, now walks the path of cruelty and ambition. Clad in shadows and poisoned ideals, he offers her salvation—but only in chains. His twisted vision of power seeks to remake the world, and Sofi is the final piece in his dark design. What follows is not a battle of strength, but of survival, soul, and vengeance. As Sofi endures unthinkable torment at the hands of those she once protected, her spirit is shattered—but not extinguished. In her final moments, a promise is born in blood and rage: “If I rise again… I’ll never trust, never hesitate. I will become the storm that breaks this world.” A tale of betrayal, corruption, and the rebirth of a fallen protector, Ashes of Sofi is a grim, emotional saga set in a world where light is fragile—and vengeance burns brighter than hope. Author's Note This story is entirely my original work. I have used AI tools only for English translation and grammar support due to language difficulties. All characters, plot, and worldbuilding are written by me.

Max Davison was the Organization’s deadliest spy—until they betrayed her, and she took them down with her last breath. But instead of death, she wakes up in the body of Zara Larsson, the villainess fated to be destroyed in a novel she read. What happens when a weapon with nothing to lose refuses to follow the story?

For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

Tells the story of Nova who suddenly finds himself in another world!

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

[A DARK FANTASY WEREWOLF NOVEL.] After being casted out of her pack for being a wolfless runt and refusing to be the sex slave for the Alpha of her pack, Odette finds herself strayed in the forbidden forest, all alone and in danger, ready to face her death. Until a seven-feet tall man wearing a skull wolf mask suddenly appears in front of her, and sweeps her by her feet. He imprisons her in a mysterious place called the Kingdom of Hollow Beasts in the far north. As the Alpha King of the kingdom, he showers her with lavish gifts and gentlest care, but forbids her to leave. Facing the strange behavior, Odette questions the Masked Alpha’s intention, only for him to stare at her with glowing red eyes, saying; “You can have anything you asked for, except for freedom. You shall never leave me. Not for the hundredth time.” * Join Odette as she uncovers the secret of the Masked Alpha and their past, watch her awaken her unique power as Moon Goddess’ favorite and restore the Masked Alpha’s hollow heart. - This is a Werewolf novel, as the Masked King is an Alpha who rules over all beastmen species. Weak-to-strong, amnesiac female lead x doting Alpha male lead with traumatic past. - Official Commissioned art by @Durudara Follow me on Instagram: @ForeverPupa Other book: Beast King's Crippled Mate [Completed.]

have you ever felt happy ? or made someone feel it ? maybe you did act happy but you were burning inside ? is reading this book or any other book will make your heart feel cheerful ? tuly i can't answer this questions but all i can do is write something maybe will change your mind or vision in something

Book title: The priceless billionaire's daughter Genre: Billionaire romance. Trope: True marriage. Themes: love, hatred, betrayal, forgiveness. Setting: Modern- day city, New York in the 21st century. Blurb Ruth Maxwell is not a typical heiress, the daughter of a global business and billionaire, she was raised in diamonds, drenched in privilege and trained to uphold an empire. She graduated from the college with the best result, she is so endowed with wisdom and bravery. But behind her composed smile lies a heart that craves for something money can't buy which is truth, sincerity, and a love untouched by fortune. Her soul longs for something beyond wealth and fame. When she meets Hayden Cole, a man from the other side of the city with fire in his voice and scars in his past, her world tilting his honesty forces her to question everything she has been raised to believe. Her love for Hayden opened her eyes that she has been blinded by deceit. Will her love for Hayden become a reality? Will her love conquer the challenges she will face from her father? Outline. Exposition: Ruth has lived In a tower of expectations, chairs of wealth, image and control. But her soul- natured quietly memories of her late mother has always yet for something more. Ruth, being a priceless daughter of a billionaire, desires for things that are priceless, that money can't buy. She is priceless because her values are far weightier than wealth. She searches for genuine love, a love that lasts forever. She eventually finds one. When a chance encounter at a Charity Gala leads her to a Hayden Cole- a community music director from the city's forgotten edges. Ruth perfectly curated the works to begin to unravel. Drawn to this authenticity, she falls in love with the young man of purpose and vision, Hayden. Hayden is not wealthy or influential, but he has purpose and strength of character, and that is enough for her. Inciting incident: After her meeting with Hayden Cole at Charity Gala, Ruth couldn't forget about him, she kept thinking of him and wanted to be with him forever. Few days later, Hayden Cole Invites her to the Harmony center. Harmony center Is a place where teens and kids are taught music. Hayden is the director. She had a nice time with Hayden at the center. Their love began to strengthen, the bond getting stronger, the ties getting stronger too. Ruth never desires to return again, Hayden appreciates her coming. As she went back home, she couldn't sleep. She has fallen in love with Hayden, the man that is not in her class. Climax: Few weeks later, Ruth also invites Hayden for a coffee at a local restaurant. They discussed the Harmony Center and everything. The next day, it went viral online that a billionaire's daughter was seen with a poor and street musician, also the young man is not a staff nor a member of the executives of her father's company. The father got angry, rebuked her, her stepmother by name Veronica insulted her about her choice. The choice is for her to choose between her father's legacy or the poor musician. Ruth gets more committed to Hayden and Harmony Center. Her father removes her name from his will and from his inheritance shortly after it was discovered that he was not Ruth's biological father. Hayden is accused of misconduct, Ruth fights back legally. There was an assassination attempt on Hayden at Harmony center, he escaped death but with severe injuries. He was rushed to the hospital, Ruth goes to the hospital regularly to check on him. Denouncement: Hayden recovers and returns home. Ruth and Hayden hold their wedding in a small garden. Ruth began her foundation, she called it Aurora foundation, the name of her late mother. She also changes her name to Ruth Aurora. Hayden and Ruth expanded the Harmony Center and the foundation to other states and cities in America. Ruth's father, Maxwell Kelvin, had a stroke and was rushed to the hospital. Ruth visits him seldomly. Veronica, Ruth's stepmother's past is exposed

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

Masks. They hold strange powers, given to those who wields them. Among thousands of them, Ten Powers rises as these Masks holds concepts that can only be described as God-like. They are called, the Ten Heralds. Kiyoto is a young man who finds himself wearing a damaged, wooden-carved mask which he can't take off for some unknown reason. To add to his confusion, aside from his name, he cannot seem to remember his past life after waking up. He will then find himself involved in fierce battles and events that will help uncover the mystery of the Mask he is currently wearing...and it's underlying purpose of Change. https://discord.gg/gmh3xfJDfG

A mysterious young girl, always wearing a white mask, appeared whenever the police were stuck. She solved cases no one could. She never stayed long. She never spoke much. But every time, she helped the police... and vanished before they could ask who she was. Who is she? Why does she help? And what is she hiding behind that mask?

Zinara had transmigrated and was shocked to learn she was the heroine of a novel. Thrown into a world where men far outnumbered women, she was taken in by a cold, elegant nobleman who wasn’t even the male lead. It all seemed like the start of a classic sweet romance with a powerful female lead. But beneath the surface, the story was a trap wrapped in sugar. She was meant to fall for the man who saved her, only to be dragged into heartbreak step by step.

Has loving someone ever been your deepest regret? Clouds scatter after long rains, but some love never fades. This is not just a love story. This is the story of two lives — tangled by fate, but destined to doom one. Can love like this survive? Or will it die before it even begins? Unrequited love is cruel, isn't it? Living in imagined worlds creates illusions, and illusions always hurt. Maybe one day I'll know who I'm meant to end up with — if I survive the wait. If only death could cure every feeling that makes you hate yourself, every mask you wear just to keep living...

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He loved too fiercely—and it destroyed him. Betrayed by his wife, his friends, and everyone he trusted, he was left broken, betrayed, and dead. Then he woke—reborn in Gotham, a city built on blood and lies, cursed with a cruel system that offers nothing but riddles and half-measures. Soren Valis doesn’t care for justice or mercy. He only understands power—and pain. He moves like a shadow through the city’s venomous heart, turning allies into enemies, lovers into weapons, and hope into ashes. The Justice League may watch from above, but their strength means nothing in a war fought with knives in the dark. And in the coldest depths of his soul, a light burns—something dangerous, something that could be his undoing. “I broke once. I will break others now.”

Eight masked strangers awaken on a theater stage, forced into a twisted performance run by a cryptic AI called The System. Each is given a secret role, goal, and strange ability. Some must protect. One must kill. Only five can survive. With fake rules, hidden alliances, and daily rituals like “Dates” and “Confessions,” the players must entertain a silent Audience — or be eliminated.

Masked Menace Synopsis: "Weakest human." That was the title branded onto Arthur, born into the royal bloodline of the strongest human nation — yet cursed with the lowest potential. While others soared through the ranks of mana cultivation, Arthur failed to even awaken his Violet Core, leaving him unable to manifest his innate ability — the very essence of a person's strength. In a world where power defines worth, and weakness is a death sentence, Arthur’s life was a tragedy from the start. In the cold, calculating halls of the royal court, love is conditional, and failure is fatal. His noble lineage offered no protection — only more sharpened daggers at his back. But fate is a twisted force. When Arthur is cast aside, humiliated, and left to rot in the shadows, something awakens within him — something that should not exist. Beneath the mask of a failure lies a menace the world isn’t ready for. Forgotten by blood, betrayed by power, Arthur will rise… not as a prince, but as a predator. The world mocked his weakness. Now it will tremble before the Masked Menace.

He was a physicist from 2030. Now, he’s a seventeen-year-old cadet in a war-torn future, where humanity fights monsters from other dimensions. When Darian Vex is pulled into a catastrophic rift experiment, his body is destroyed but his consciousness survives, transmigrated into a brutal future Earth unified under a single military regime: The Federation. In this new era, children are trained from birth to kill dimensional beasts and awaken powerful companions known as Rift Beasts. These creatures evolve, bond, and grow stronger with their hosts, governed by a mysterious system of tiers, talents, and beast cores. But Darian knows nothing about beasts. Nothing about cultivation. Nothing about surviving. Until, during a desperate trial, he kills his first monster and forms a bond with something no system can classify: A Sovereign-grade Void Dragon, mistaken for a Rare-class serpent by Federation AI. Now, with power he barely understands, a system he doesn’t trust, and enemies rising all around him, Darian must navigate a world built on strength, secrets, and slaughter. He must train, evolve, and survive long enough to reach the stars because the beasts aren’t the only threat. Out there, in the void beyond the Rift, something far older is watching.

Set in a fictional town, somewhere in Denmark, this action-packed historical fiction romance follows the journey of Dorothea Lindholm an aspiring knight with a deep mistrust of men who got caught up with the schemes of Frederick Andersen-the very type of man she despises and tries to avoid- a charming and enigmatic young man who conceals his true nature behind the facade of a notorious rake. NOTICE: I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com. Here's the link below: "https://www.royalroad.com/profile/755616/fictions

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Raised as a saintess candidate, Faerielle lived her life acting innocent and kind. Although for the long years of pretension, she knew that she could no longer wear the thick mask of the saint. Since it is driving her mad. However, if she removes those masks, she'll die before she knows it. So, will Faerielle give up her sanity and continue to pretend or will she risk her life for her happiness?

Di balik reruntuhan peradaban sihir, sebuah nama perlahan membangkitkan ketakutan dan kekaguman—Noir, sang kutukan berjalan. Ditinggalkan oleh takdir, dihantui masa lalu kelam, dan diburu oleh faksi kekuasaan dari segala penjuru, Noir melangkah tanpa ragu di antara bayang-bayang politik istana, misteri sihir terlarang, dan lorong-lorong kematian yang menyimpan rahasia kuno dunia. Dengan sihir kegelapan yang tak lazim, senyuman dingin, dan mata yang menembus kepalsuan dunia, Noir bukan hanya bertahan. Ia merancang. Mengguncang. Menghancurkan. Ketika kepercayaan menjadi racun, dan kesetiaan hanya bayang semu… Siapa yang akan bertahan dalam permainan kekuasaan yang menjilat api neraka? Ini bukan kisah tentang pahlawan. Ini kisah tentang seorang pengatur takdir. Tentang Noir. Tentang sang Joker dari dunia sihir dan pedang.

The Mask Never Slips In a world where morality is blurred, Shiva navigates the dark underbelly of crime while concealing the unbearable weight of his own existence. Emotionally detached yet deeply wounded, he wears a mask of indifference, suppressing a lifetime of trauma that manifests as relentless physical pain. He is a master manipulator, a deceiver, and a survivor—yet, at his core, he is a man consumed by self-disgust. Despite his hatred for himself, three fragile reasons tether him to life: his love for a girl who barely acknowledges him, his unwavering loyalty to the abusive family that broke him, and the little brother he raised to be everything he could never become. If even one of these reasons crumbles, so will he. As he maneuvers through the chaos of the crime world—both a participant and an outsider—Shiva finds himself drawn into a series of brutal conflicts, each forcing him to confront the contradictions within him. He claims to have no desire to kill, yet death follows in his shadow. He yearns to be understood, yet has perfected the art of deception. He wants to feel something—anything—but every emotion is buried beneath years of carefully constructed lies. When the past he’s tried so hard to bury resurfaces, Shiva’s carefully maintained facade begins to crack. Someone close to him is starting to see through the act. And as the weight of his suffering becomes impossible to contain, he is left with one question: Can he keep holding on, or is the mask he wears the only thing keeping him alive?