Hiccup Snaps

Rebirth in Ash and Fire The stench of sulfur burned his lungs. The ground trembled beneath him like a living beast. His eyes snapped open. He was not in a hospital. Not in his apartment. Not even on Earth. Instead, he lay naked upon cracked obsidian, glowing faintly from within. Above him stretched a blood-red sky, torn with smoke

[WSA Entry 2025] I was betrayed in my first life. A cripple, broken and discarded— I died after catching the one I loved in bed with the only person I ever called a friend. That was the start of real torment. When I woke up, it was in another world. A goddess stood before me. She told me I could go back. Back to my world. Back to everything I lost. All I had to do… was play my part. The side character. And I did. I followed the script. Played my role to perfection. They hated me. Mocked me. Used me. Again and again. But I kept going. Because I believed her. Because I wanted to go home. Then one day, I found out. The hard way. It was all a lie. There was no going back. There never was. She used me. Again. Just like everyone else. Thrown away like trash once I outlived my usefulness. That was the day something inside me snapped. And so, I made a vow. I would take everything from her. I would enslave every single heroine she chose. And I would kill the hero she placed all her hopes on. If she wanted to protect this world… Then I would burn it down. But the more I tried, the more things started to change. And then one day— I found one of the heroines. One of the hero's yanderes I had enslaved. She stood there, trembling, a knife in her hand. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, eyes wild. “I won’t let them have you. You belong to me.” ...What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?!

Once cast aside, now desired by all. Spring Kaine was the forgotten girl. Betrayed by her family, bullied, framed, and expelled from three elite schools by a fake heiress, Rose, she was exiled to Noxshade Academy, where the supernatural elites, werewolves, vampires, elves, witches, fae and demons ruled, and powerless outcasts like her were mocked. But when the academy’s golden tyrant, Lucien, humiliates her, something inside her snaps. Spring is no longer just a girl—she's the reincarnation of a betrayed, cunning werewolf princess with a thirst for dominance and this time, she won’t be silent. With a smirk, she topples Lucien’s pride and stuns the academy by boldly kissing Alpha Storm, the coldest of the four werewolf heirs. What begins as petty revenge turns into something far greater. When her wolf awakens beneath the Blood Moon, the matebond links her to five powerful Alphas as their mate—cold Storm, wild Jace, gentle Tyrion, and ruthless Kael. But fate plays its cruellest card when the final mate bond forms with Lucien, the very bully who tried to break her. Her presence shifts the tides—icy Alphas thaw, rivals yield, and even professors fall into her orbit in a deadly game of desire, destiny, and vengeance. Now, even her estranged brothers return—repentant for choosing Rose over her, devoted, and become overprotective titans ready to destroy anyone who dares hurt her again. As secrets of stolen bloodline, false heirs, a vengeful princess, a dangerous concubine, an old nemesis and a forgotten throne all threaten to pull her down, Spring rises. The girl they discarded has become everyone’s darling—adored, pampered, feared, and cherished. Five Possessive Alphas. One soul. And a girl the world refused to let go.

Bella was never just a teenage girl. Smart. Beautiful. Dangerous. When she asked her crush to prom, she wore her most seductive gown — only to overhear him laughing with friends about using her. That night, something inside her snapped. What began as heartbreak spiraled into bloodshed. And Bella? She didn’t flinch. Driven by betrayal and rage, she plotted, killed, and made sure the world would remember his name — by hanging his remains on the school gates. But that was only the beginning. When whispers of her crime reach her family, Bella's mother tries to expose the truth… only to meet a gruesome fate. With the help of her devoted father and a priest who falls prey to her charms, Bella escapes to a new city.

Ayaka Takahashi is the driving force behind a prosperous anime production company in the center of Tokyo, where aspiration and artistic talent flourish. She is always in charge and fiercely committed to perfection, but one chilly winter night, a chance encounter upends her entire world. Ayaka finds Ren Saito, a charming but homeless man with a deep, captivating voice, while looking for relief from a tense business meeting. Ayaka makes a snap decision that could alter their lives because she is intrigued by him and feels an unexplainable attraction to him. Her quest to find the ideal voice for her upcoming anime project quickly turns into something much more significant. Ayaka's regimented life and Ren's enigmatic past clash, but their developing bond breaks down the cold walls separating them. Ayaka finds herself doubting the barriers she has put up around her heart as Ren literally and figuratively rediscovers his voice. Fate has brought them together in the middle of long winter nights and snow-covered streets. Will Ayaka's fear of being vulnerable and Ren's ghosts destroy their relationship as it blossoms? KOE: A Winter's Melody is a gentle, endearing story about second chances, unanticipated love, and the soul-healing power of a voice.

Cassidy Calista never begged for love. Not even from Ezekiel Salvador, the cold, enigmatic heir to the world’s largest pharmaceutical empire. Their marriage was built on power, not passion. Four years of shared silence and a single rule: Fall for someone else, and walk away. So when Cassidy caught Zeke with another woman, she didn’t wait for an explanation. She filed for divorce. And vanished. What Zeke didn’t know? She left pregnant. Now, after four long years, she’s back. And she’s not alone. By her side walks a little girl. Bright, curious, with the same defiant spark in her eyes as Cassidy once had. Zeke watches, frozen. His world tilts. Zeke had spent every year trying and failing to forget her. But the moment he sees her again, something inside him snaps. The fire he buried returns… And then he sees him. A man. Tall. Steady. Standing too close. Speaking to Cassidy in a voice only intimacy can shape. The little girl runs to him, laughing, and he catches her like he’s done it a thousand times. She says nothing. Offers no explanations. And suddenly, Zeke is no longer the man with all the power. Because now, he wants answers. Whose child is she? Has Cassidy moved on? Is she married to another man? And the most terrifying question of all, Is he already too late?

Vansh never believed in miracles—nor in fate. He lived each day like a page already written, never expecting twists, never hoping for change. But fate doesn’t ask for permission. One day, the threads of his quiet world tangled into something he couldn’t explain. At the center of that thread… was her. Aanya. The name echoes in his mind like a dream half-remembered. Her smile feels familiar. Her voice stirs something inside him—a memory he shouldn’t have. Not every thread of destiny is severed. Some only fray, drift apart… and return when the time is right. But when the past begins to glitch into the present, and forgotten feelings stir once more—will their thread hold strong? Or will it snap all over again?

MATURE CONTENT. DARK FANTASY ROMANCE. NOT A WEAK FL! An omega. A traitor. And the last of her kind. They say fate doesn’t make mistakes. But what if it looks like your fated mates want to kill you? Karina has spent her life at the bottom of the Silver Claw Pack––an omega surrounded by power, cruelty, and bullying she’s never been able to escape. When the rare bond snaps into place, revealing that her fated mates are none other than the ruthless Alpha triplets, her life goes from unbearable to dangerous. Killian is cruel, Ronan is cold, and Lucien hides a blade behind every charming smile. They don’t want her, and they make sure she knows it. To make matters worse, Selene, the daughter of the former Beta and a venomous beauty with a chokehold on the pack’s favor, has her sights set on the triplets and a deep hatred for Karina. Her torment is relentless and deadly. But Karina is not as weak as she seems. She’s hiding something. A truth buried so deep, even she doesn’t fully understand it. As enemies close in from within the pack and beyond its borders, Karina will have to survive the mates who reject her, the rival who wants her gone, and a darkness stirring inside her that refuses to stay silent. Because fate may not make mistakes… But sometimes, it offers second chances.

A deafening howl tore through the battlefield. The Octopus monster rose from the rubble, its soulless black eyes filled with madness. Olivia could barely stand. Her team was on the brink of death. And then… something moved. The tiny snake sank his fangs into the Bowolf’s cores. A surge of energy exploded. Wings of pure fire unfurled, its golden eyes blazed. A dragon had risen. But one fatal mistake… He fell. Something inside Olivia snapped. A roar ripped from her throat as flames consumed her. The sky cracked apart, and then… [SYSTEM WARNING!] [The Fire of Chaos has been activated.] [Continued use will lead to destruction] But Olivia wasn’t stopping. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thirty years ago, the world ended.  Unknown monsters descended upon the earth, plunging it to ruins. But with the destruction came a blessing or rather a curse.  The System. Now, humans wield superpowers, battling the creatures that threaten their existence. The last survivors formed factions, fighting to stay alive. But survival is a cruel game of fate. Every year, the system selects a group of unwilling teenagers  by lottery- to fight, to die. Olivia never asked for any of this. Betrayed by her family, forced to fight, she was left for dead. Until fate intervened. Until she met him. Little White, the small, snake-like creature at her side, is hiding secrets far greater than she imagined. When death closed in, his truth unraveled, along with something even darker inside Olivia—power, overwhelming and untamed. The Fire of Chaos is burning inside her, and if she doesn’t learn to control it…. She’ll destroy everything. Survival is just the beginning. The real war is yet to come.

*WSA Entry* They called it purification. Eleven gods. Eleven laws. Eleven continents under divine order. Kai Silvareth was born in the heart of Floravell, land of life and harmony. The son of the Blooming Temple’s High Priestess. A devout believer. He prayed. He obeyed. And when his people were slaughtered in the name of “holy judgment,” he waited for salvation. No god came. Left buried in the rubble of his mother’s corpse and the ashes of a fallen temple, something inside him snapped. And the world… heard it. From the roots beneath the earth, an ancient will awoke. The 12th god. The Beast God—betrayed, erased, and buried by the divine. In Kai, he found a mirror of his rage. Not chosen. Not blessed. Not holy. Reborn. Now Kai doesn’t kneel. He devours. Let the gods tremble. Let them remember what it means to be hunted once more. --- "He lost everything to divine judgment. Now he is divine wrath." "You burned his home. You buried the truth. Now the beast you feared has opened his eyes." ***** This isn't your usual novel where the MC plays the good guy. You can view the MC the way you want to. you might think he is to evil, you might think all he does is for the greater good, at the end of the day it all depends on you. there are some action MC might take that might warrant a lot of questions but at the end of the day it is all for his own benefit. enjoy the read...

“Let’s make a deal, Casey, sweetheart. You will accept every single allegation I lay on you, and in exchange, I’d provide the much sought-after elixir that would save your Alpha’s life.” Casey drew in a deep breath, feeling an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. She knew she was probably making a mistake; she knew how vicious her twin sister could get, and yet she didn’t see much of a choice. The Alpha was her mate, and despite how his family treated her with disdain, she loved him. Prepared to do anything for her mate, Alpha Trent, Casey nodded. “I’d accept more than a nod, Casey,” her identical twin snapped saucily. “Let’s make a vow between ourselves and bind the vow with our wolves. That way, none of us would be able to break away.” Tears formed in Casey’s eyes at those words from her twin. For Macey to demand a vow as serious as wolf-binding meant she was planning something very vicious. “Do we really have to, sister?” Macey’s answering laughter was a mixture of sauciness and disdain. “Of course we do, Sister. Just make sure you love your Alpha enough to make this sacrifice for him.” Casey straightened her back. “Of course, I love him that much – I… we are expecting our first child.” She bent her head slightly to stare lovingly at her lower belly, missing the look of pure envy her sister shot her way. “Good. Now, make the wolf-binding vow.” Casey nodded. “I, Casey, bind my wolf to my vow…”

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Abandoned over his parents’ debt, Ren was taken in by a gang leader who molded him into a street thug. He hated the life, but he had no choice. The only light in his life was Nathalie, a girl he called his sister, though they shared no blood. He was able to endure it, if only a little, because of her. But when she was hurt, used, and taken advantage of by someone’s greed and lust, Ren snapped. Years of silent suffering and bottled-up rage exploded all at once. He came for blood. And he didn’t plan on leaving anyone standing. Sadly, one person can only do so much. Left for dead and bleeding out in an alley, a mechanical voice echoed in his head [Supreme Evolution System: Activated] From that moment on, he wasn’t just fighting to survive—he was evolving to dominate. Not a hero. Not a savior. Just a monster born of vengeance.

The Old World disappeared in flames. Several nations have risen from the ashes. The Reclamation Army is one of them. Led by the Dynast, its armies invade neighboring lands, bringing ironclad order where chaos once reigned. It is a time of chaos, a time when the strongest New Breeds roam the planet, personally joining the battles without fear or concern for the destruction they may cause. Warlord Janine is a recently promoted officer serving the Blessed Mother. Worried about what might happen if she lets her anger rule her again, Janine holds back and often fights without the fury that the Wolf Tribe is known for. But when a mission to rebuild the Third Army escalates into a full-scale invasion, and the lives of her soldiers and her family are jeopardized, Janine may snap. And there will be hell to pay for anyone who stands in her way.

I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world. Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world on the brink, even when I still think of home. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew... I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the mate bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying! But my problems didn't end there. An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me and a countdown timer reminds me whenever I look that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here. A fierce & brilliant CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful. This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important! I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I am Citra Lomdi and I will not be tamed. Not by the wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint. The only problem is: Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too.

When love isn't enough to save a marriage built on borrowed time. ----- Alyssa thought being a second chance mate meant getting a real shot at love. Three years of marriage to Alpha Damien Blackwood taught her otherwise. The moment his first mate returns with tales of captivity and torture, Alyssa becomes expendable—a placeholder who's overstayed her welcome. Accused of crimes she didn't commit, stripped of everything she holds dear, and carrying a secret that could change everything, Alyssa faces the ultimate betrayal: rejection and banishment from the only home she's ever known. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. As the mate bond shatters, another snaps into place. Alpha Alaric Roman—mysterious, powerful, and claiming her as his own—stands between her and exile. Two Alphas. One woman. And a child whose existence could destroy them all. Sometimes the Moon Goddess gives second chances. Sometimes she gives third ones. But when the past refuses to stay buried and enemies wear familiar faces, Alyssa must decide: fight for a love that was never truly hers, or embrace a destiny she never saw coming. -------- In the game of mates and fate, everyone plays to win. But only one can claim the prize. A tale of betrayal, second chances, and the dangerous game of hearts where love and power collide.

Mae was just an ordinary office worker—broke, exhausted, and one sarcastic comment away from snapping. So when she cursed her awful, tyrannical boss under her breath… she didn’t expect fate to take it personally. One freak accident later, she wakes up in a strange, ancient world. Same face, different place. But things get even weirder when she sees him: the crown prince of the kingdom, cold, powerful—and the spitting image of her boss. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she’s mistaken for someone else: Lady Marianne, a noble girl who’s mysteriously fallen into a coma. Even worse? Marianne’s powerful, filthy-rich parents—who look exactly like Mae’s actual parents—offer her a deal: pretend to be their daughter, keep Marianne’s engagement with the prince intact, and in return, they’ll pay her generously. It’s supposed to be a simple gig. Act like a noble, survive the palace, and stash away the gold. But things start to spiral fast. The prince is watching her too closely. Their fake romance feels dangerously real. And Mae starts to wonder… If she will be able to finally live an independent rich life in this life time or not?

[SPECIAL QUEST: Objective: Have sex with Selene on a crowded metro train. Success Condition: Keep her quiet and avoid being seen. Reward: +7 SP | Unlock: ‘Shadow Touch’ | Bond Access with Selene initiated.] Nash Blaze blinked at the screen. “Excuse me… what?” .............. They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living. Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball. A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums. No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power. Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it. And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever. Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars. But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out. "You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court." Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace. Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear. Until something inside him snapped. [REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: Legacy Now, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top. The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon. Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt… You don't rise. You burn your way up.

Kenji Tanaka is the new transfer student at Seiryu High, a school ruled by fists and fear. With his average looks and quiet demeanor, everyone dismisses him as another sheep for the slaughter. They see a loser. A nobody. A twig that will snap under the iron boot of the school's hierarchy. They are wrong. Raised in brutal, solitary isolation in the mountains by a mysterious grandfather, Kenji's 'training' was a hellish regimen of survival. He doesn't understand society, girls, or why people flinch when he cracks his knuckles. He also doesn't understand that his 'normal' strength is enough to shatter bone, his 'basic' endurance can outlast a beast, and his very presence carries an aura that makes apex predators tremble. He believes he is weak, a novice who has barely scratched the surface of his grandfather's teachings. But when the wolves of Seiryu High come for the innocent girl in the desk next to him, they don't awaken a sheep. They awaken a monster. A god of combat. A King. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a Thug, his rise to absolute power, and the loyal followers and adoring women who are drawn to his terrifying, untamed might. In a world of delinquents, gangsters, and underground fighters, there is only one rule: Don't mess with the quiet kid. Because this King's fists don't know mercy.

After the Calamity War, the final and most devastating conflict to decide who would claim the Divine Throne, Kael Medici stood as the last survivor. He had led armies, fought with unmatched ferocity, and performed legendary feats. Yet in the end, his fate was no different from the rest. He perished like all the others, the final casualty of the Great War, his hand just shy of the throne he so desperately desired. But when he thought it was over… his eyes snapped open. He had returned to his youth, his memories intact. The path to divinity is drenched in blood, and the battle for supremacy is merciless. Yet Kael has already endured this once. This time, failure is not an option. With the memories of his past life, dominating talent and and a mysterious power awakening within him... The preparations to reach the Divine Throne were complete. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/uqqr3bc3

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/BaP4c8b8Vq

They stole his future. Now, he’s rewriting reality. Ryan was at the top—champion of the world’s biggest VRMMO, but one wish changed everything. “I wish I could start over.” The Orb of Wishes granted it. Literally. Time snapped backward. The world unraveled. And Ryan woke up years in the past, holding his younger sisters close in a rotting apartment, broke and desperate. This time, he’s not starting from scratch. He remembers it all. Every hidden boss. Every bugged quest. Every game-breaking secret. While the world waits for the launch of Kingdom Forge, Ryan prepares to tear through it like a storm. But when he logs in, something glitches. His old character is locked. His class is reset. His power? Supposedly gone. Then the system flashes something strange: [Access Granted: Legacy Bank Synced] [Warning: You were never meant to exist.] Ryan grins. He doesn’t need a strong class. He doesn’t need fair odds. He has what nobody else does—endgame knowledge in a beginner’s world, and an account holding gear, gold, and exploits that broke the game once before. He’s done being a pawn. This time, he’ll become the glitch the system can’t contain.

Not every horror story gets released. Some are buried. Forgotten. Or never meant to be seen. These are the films that whisper in projection rooms, flicker through broken reels, and show up on tapes no one remembers recording. “Each novel is a standalone nightmare—scripted, cast, and directed by a man no one remembers hiring.” The Director. No one has seen his face. No one has survived two of his films. You're not reading a novel. You're watching his cut. Just pray he never turns the camera on you. --- ## Book 1: My Husband is a Serial Killer (and He Doesn't Know It) The reel clicks to life in an empty theater. Frame one: a woman's trembling hands holding a bloodstained journal. The handwriting inside matches her husband's perfectly—each confession detailing murders that made headlines, each date stamped with precision. Behind the camera, something breathes. Mara Lockwood thought she'd escaped her fractured past when she married Daniel Kessler—a gentle trauma therapist who forgets where he puts his keys, loses hours to daydreams, and loves her with desperate intensity. Their seaside home feels safe. Quiet. Until the journal surfaces from a locked drawer, its pages filled with Daniel's careful script describing acts of violence he swears he never committed. The camera never blinks. As bodies surface along the fog-drenched Oregon coast and Detective Elara Finch closes her investigation net, Mara faces an impossible choice: expose the man she loves or become his accomplice. Because the deeper she digs, the more she discovers about their shared time at Haven Creek Mental Health Facility—memories that were supposed to stay buried. Daniel's blackouts are getting worse. His sleepwalking more violent. And someone keeps leaving notes on Mara's windshield: "He doesn't remember what you made him do." In the projection booth, a clapperboard snaps. The Director adjusts his focus. He's been waiting for this story—one where the audience can't tell who's performing and who's just pretending to be real. Because if Daniel's the killer, Mara might be the reason he became one. And if she's covering for him... The film has already started. --- Disclaimer: All characters are original. Visual references are imagined and used for creative purposes only. No real person, actor, or public figure is involved or affiliated with this work. Poster concept and story by [D_Setia] Cover art generated using AI with original composition

Elijah Everheart was just a boy looking for a home. Adopted from the orphanage, he hoped for warmth, love—maybe even a chance at a normal life. Instead, he was treated like a ghost. Abused, neglected, and discarded like trash by the very people who called themselves his parents. He kept his head down, endured the pain, clung to the scraps of shelter and food. But every soul has a breaking point. When he finally snapped and tried to end it all… fate intervened. A mysterious stranger appeared—one who seemed to know more about Elijah than anyone ever should. With that encounter, a new path unfolds—one filled with secrets, power, and a destiny Elijah never imagined. Will he rise from the ashes of his broken past, or will the darkness consume him again?

[Female Alpha× Male omega] ................................................. Arthur watched as the gaze of the alpha in front of him not moving the slightest as she then grinned, making him heat up and blush, forcing him to look away from her dangerously beautiful face. And then, she spoke, her eyes obsessively wandering around his lips now, making Arthur feel like he might burn away from just the gaze of those eyes alone. "So, you agreed to marry me?" "Mm." "I want words, love." "Y-yeah." Arthur couldn't help but stutter out of nowhere. "That's more like it. Use that sweet voice of yours more, sweetheart. Understood?" "Y-yeah." He stuttered again. "And it should be louder in bed, got it love?" "Th-Hic!" Arthur suddenly hiccupped and covered his mouth hurriedly, secretly glancing at her but locking eyes accidently, making him feel even more miserable now. God he can't really blush any more than this. He was exhausted just being at her gaze already. Why was she so perfect and hot and sexy and breathtakingly beautiful and intimidating? 'God, this woman...' "You know what, my love? Blushing and looking at me like that...I don't know how I am holding back from just throwing you into a wall and fucking your brains out and making you a complete breathless mess." Her beath was heavy and Arthur knew. She meant it all. She was serious. And he was into it...very much. His eyes must have sparkled with the excitement as she then smirked, leaning close to him. And then she whispered. "You are going to be the death of me Arthur. I swear to god I am going to make you the happiest omega alive." * * * Note: Omegaverse Female Alpha × Male Omega And, yes, that alpha here has a cock. (If you are not a fan of this trope, then please don't move further. I already warned you, so don't complain later. Thank you.) (I don't own the cover art.)

Seventeen-year-old Kael Jones’ life is hell.** Bullied daily at school by Brad and his pack, and despised by abusive parents who call him "worthless," he endures pain with numb resignation. But when a brutal beating and public humiliation push him past his breaking point, Kael snaps – stabbing his parents in a rage-fueled nightmare. Consumed by guilt, he flees to train tracks, ready to die… only to leap aside at the last second, begging for life. Death grants no mercy. A police chase ends when a truck crushes Kael’s broken body. Yet instead of hell, he awakens in a monster-infested dungeon, transformed: his frail body now muscular and powerful, his mind host to Anis, a mysterious guide gifting him a System of supernatural growth. Reborn as Kael Ardent, he discovers terrifying powers: -Mirror Self (summon clones) -Blue Flame Swords (that slice stone) -Mind Grip (crushing foes telepathically) - Auto-Heal (mending wounds in seconds) But this world is savagely ranked: -Hunters (F to X-Rank) slay monsters for gold. -Knights(Bronze to Void) enforce kingdom law. -Sorcerers (6 god-like beings) manipulate reality itself. After slaughtering goblins and a towering Rock-Bear, Kael is mistaken for a "cave monster" by E-Rank hunters. When they attack, he shatters their weapons with bare hands – realizing his strength already dwarfs theirs. Escaping the dungeon, he emerges into an ancient forest under twin suns, his System flooding with power: > "No more cages," he vows, blue eyes blazing at the wild horizon. "This time… I’ll be the monster they fear." But darkness follows him: - His past sins haunt every victory. - Hunter guilds hunt the "dungeon beast." - Anis’ origin hides ties to cosmic entities. - The true battle: Will Kael save this world... or burn it down?

In a world overrun by dungeons, everyone awakens with a System linked to their destined class. The strong become Hunters. The weak become corpses. Kaito Ryu has no System. No class. No future. Mocked as a dungeon janitor and discarded by society, he’s barely surviving—until a betrayal leaves him bleeding out in a dungeon’s depths. That’s when something inside him snaps. SYSTEM ERROR: Class ‘None’ rejected… Assigning forbidden class: [DEVOURER]. Now, Kaito can absorb the abilities of monsters—and humans. Strength. Speed. Magic. Even memories. But with each skill he devours, something darker stirs inside him. Will he rise as humanity’s savior… or become its worst nightmare?

Once upon a time—okay, more like Tuesday—Earth had a problem. Specifically, the kind of problem that comes with teeth, shadows, and a complete disregard for physics. They called it The Darkness. It showed up one day, wrecked the planet like it was a tutorial zone, and left humanity with two options: die screaming or die slightly later. That’s when a Supreme Being—possibly bored, possibly drunk on starlight—took pity on humanity and said: [“Alright, alright. You guys suck at surviving. Let’s try this again.”] With a snap (probably), the last remnants of mankind were transported to a new world: Celestara—a magical realm with floating continents, talking crystals, and suspiciously cute monsters that will absolutely kill you if you blink wrong. Here, humans can awaken magical Jobs, unlock hidden Talents, and level up using a divine system called Vaelwyn—basically fantasy’s version of patch notes and grind culture. It’s like someone made life into a video game. Because... they did [Six hundred year later] And then there’s Kael Virean—a guy from a perfectly normal parallel Earth, where the biggest threat to humanity was bad Wi-Fi and overpriced DLCs. He also happened to be a VR game world champion, the kind of player who dodged boss attacks in his sleep. One day, he opened his eyes… and found himself transmigrated to Celestara—in the body of an 18-year-old boy, just moments away from his Awakening. Whatever that means. --- [Disclaimer: Want to know what happens next? Then start reading. Curiosity is a powerful thing.]

Enor. A world of ceaseless rain, where steam rises from the land in a slow exhalation, as if the planet itself breathes in torment. The dark heavens weep, the ground smolders, and amid it all, a boy sells himself to chains. Merrin Ashman walks into slavery—not for survival, nor profit, but out of fear. Out of shame. His hands are stained with his brother’s blood, and the weight of that sin crushes him. He does not weep. He does not rage. He is too much a coward to take his own life, yet too hollow to live without purpose. He does not seek redemption. Not yet. But he yearns for something—some task, some meaning, some distant thing to justify the ruin he has wrought. And fate, ever cruel, answers. By chance or divine will, he snaps at the cruciform. In that shattering, something awakens. A power, terrible and vast. He becomes a caster, one who moves the symbols. And with it, revelation: a destiny sought through time. El’Shadie. The title lingers like a question. A savior or a scourge? A harbinger of ruin or the world’s last hope? He does not know. But the path is before him. A path through a world of shadowed faiths, churches and warring clans, of casters wielding forces beyond reckoning, of monstrous fallen things clawing from skies. And this time, the El’Shadie must choose what he will be.

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.