Defiance

Reincarnated as a dragon. Branded a failure. Left for dead. In a world where power is absolute, Hibana is cast aside—too weak, too small, unworthy of even being called a dragon. He should have died. He was meant to die. But the world is wrong. The gods are wrong. The weak do not exist to be trampled. Fate is not set in stone. Through fire and blood, through pain and defiance, Hibana will carve his own path—not as a pawn of the Divine Law, but as its undoing. They abandoned him. They will learn to fear him. The gods are watching. The world is changing. And a dragon once discarded will rise beyond their sight.

In the mystical land of Drakastradorn, where magic flourishes and countless races coexist—some as allies, others as adversaries—a ruthless faction known as The Above Order reigns with an iron grip. Ruled by the tyrannical Queen Marafyre the Absolute and enforced by the elite Order of the Crimsons, their dominion is near-absolute. Yet, defiance persists in the form of the Rebel Alliance of Drakastradorn, determined to break free from oppression. Amid this chaos, a man named Mugiwara Shotaro awakens deep within an unfamiliar jungle—completely naked and with no memory of how he arrived. He knows he is from Earth, but the details of his past remain an elusive haze. Was he transported by accident? A summoning ritual? A cruel twist of fate? The answers elude him. As he struggles to survive, Shotaro encounters an elven ranger who offers him guidance. However, his troubles take a dark turn when he becomes bound to a cursed black katana—an ominous blade that brings relentless misfortune. Wherever he goes, disaster follows. Yet, amidst the chaos, a mysterious voice speaks to him, urging him to move forward. It whispers of salvation, of a purpose beyond his understanding. But where does this path lead? And what price must he pay to uncover the truth of his existence in Drakastradorn?

In the shadowed realms ruled by Lycan packs, where bloodlines are sacred and fated bonds are law, Nyma Ravengale has always been the golden daughter of Alpha Cedric—cherished, protected, and destined for a future as radiant as the moon itself. But when the Luna Ceremony, a sacred rite meant to honor her ascension into adulthood, reveals a truth that defies the pack’s ancient laws, Nyma’s world fractures. She is pregnant. And the child growing inside her is no product of a fated bond. The revelation ignites a storm of shame and fury Her mate, Lycan Prince Adrian, denounces her before the pack, refusing to claim a child he insists cannot be his. Whispers of betrayal spread like wildfire, poisoning the very air she breathes. Then comes her father’s decree—an ultimatum as cold as the northern winds. Kill the bastard child and reclaim her place in the pack… or be cast out as a rogue, stripped of her title, her home, her name. But Nyma’s heart rebels. The child—conceived in a single, forbidden night of passion with a mysterious outsider—is more than a mistake. It is her defiance. Her last act of freedom. To destroy it would be to surrender her soul to the pack’s cold judgment. To keep it would mean facing the wilderness alone, hunted by those who once called her family. Now, as the pack gathers outside, their voices rising in a merciless chant, Nyma stands at the crossroads of fate. Tonight, she is no longer the golden daughter, the cherished Luna. Tonight, her pack buries her. Tonight, she dies in their eyes. But the moon does not mourn. It has always feasted on dead things. And what the moon devours, it resurrects. As the wind howls through the night, carrying their chants like a funeral hymn, one truth remains unshaken: She will rise. Not as the woman they loved—soft-handed, honey-voiced, stitching their wounds with moonlight. No. The moon spits back what it can’t digest. Not as the Luna they cherished… Not as the woman they swore to protect… Their Luna’s dead tonight. The one that'll claw out of the grave with teeth made of their regrets, hair braided from the nooses they hung their lies on. Her eyes? Two black holes where the moon stuffed secrets. She’ll smell the blood they swore never spill, trace the betrayal they etched into the bark of the sacred oak. And when she opens her mouth to take oath? It won’t be a dirge. It’ll be a reckoning, sharp enough to split the night open. They’ll beg for the silence of her death. But the moon’s still hungry. And dead girls don’t stay dead. They stay angry!

Prologue: The Loom of Fate In the beginning, darkness reigned—an endless void untouched by time. From that void, a single thread of light emerged, weaving itself into the fabric of reality. This became the Loom of Fate, the source of all willpower and the beginning of all things. Hidden from mortal reach, the Loom weaves the lives of all beings, connecting destinies across time and space. It is said that those who can see its threads can manipulate reality itself, but only with unyielding belief—the essence of willpower. In Eryndor, belief is power. It binds the Threads of Fate, shaping destiny and defying the inevitable. Those who master this power become the Knights of the Thread—guardians whose belief is so strong that it forges their willpower into tangible threads. These threads weave around them like armor, enhancing their strength, speed, and skill. Yet, even among the Knights, twelve beings known as the Saints stand above all, their willpower so absolute that they shape reality itself. But power invites darkness. In the shadows, Warpers seek to corrupt the threads, bending reality to their will. They are the antithesis of the Knights, wielding willpower not as guardians, but as manipulators. Thus, the battle for the Loom rages on, an eternal struggle between creation and corruption, destiny and defiance. Amidst this chaos, a young man stands at the crossroads of fate. Magnus Alaric Seymour, born of noble blood yet hidden from the world, carries within him the legacy of the strongest Knights. His grandparents are among the five unknown Rank 17 Knights, the closest to the Loom, and his parents are Rank 16 Knights, their willpower unmatched by all but the Saints. Yet, Magnus knows nothing of his lineage. To him, the Loom is a legend, and the Knights are heroes of myth. All he knows is the burning desire within him—the yearning to protect, to grow stronger, to find his purpose in a world where power defines existence. His journey is intertwined with others, including Eulalia Persephone Abla, a fallen noblewoman whose strength and sorrow mirror his own. To her, Magnus is a wanderer, a man of mystery and quiet resolve. She tells him they can marry if he becomes a Knight, igniting a fire within him that strengthens his willpower threads. But the truth of his lineage could shatter everything they hold dear. The Loom watches, its threads weaving the tapestry of life, destiny, and willpower. In its web lies a prophecy—a whisper of change, of chaos, of a Knight who will either save the world or bring it to ruin. Magnus’s journey begins now, a journey of belief and sacrifice, of love and loss, of struggle and triumph. He will face beasts born of nightmares, warriors of unimaginable strength, and enemies who wield the threads of reality itself. He will confront the darkness within him, the fear of failure, and the weight of his legacy. But above all, he must learn the truth—that destiny is not given, but forged. And the threads of his willpower will either break or become unbreakable. For in the world of Eryndor, belief is everything. And Magnus Alaric Seymour must learn to believe in himself before he can shape his destiny. The Loom of Fate awaits, its threads whispering his name. And the tapestry of his life is yet to be woven.

In a world shrouded in mystery and decay, a man embarks on a journey through forsaken lands where survival comes at a cost. As he navigates a realm of forgotten ruins, haunting fog, and unseen forces, he is forced to question his purpose, his choices, and the very nature of existence. A tale of resilience, sacrifice, and the thin line between defiance and surrender—Enlil is a journey into the unknown, where every step forward risks losing oneself to the void.

A modern engineer’s soul transmigrates into the body of a baron’s second son, inheriting the blighted fiefdom of Blightspire — a realm cursed by shadowbeasts and barren soil that drove its former lord to suicide. Rejecting despair, the protagonist employs Earth-born ingenuity to weaponize catastrophe: terraforming deadlands into fertile plains, converting refugee waves into a loyal workforce, and mining cursed meteorite ores to forge revolutionary alloys. When weekly Celestial Parcels rain down — cosmic storms spawning elemental sprites (green for crop mutation, violet for flora enhancement, gold for mineral deposits, blue for summoning rare creatures) alongside ravenous Eclipseborn horrors — he declares these invasions “Divine Deliveries,” harvesting monster cores to fuel arcane engines and arm Arcanotech Colossi (steel golems fused with spellfire reactors). His council of outcasts becomes legend: Vera Hexthrone, the "Cursed Maiden" whose misfortune bends probability into a siege-breaker Ironwarden Kael, a smith-priest hammering starlit metal into railway-mounted spell-cannons The Silent Scholars, heretics decoding meteor patterns to expose a pantheon’s millennia-old prison-break scheme Through three eras of defiance — Agricultural Reformation (bio-engineered crops outproducing rival duchies), Thunderforge Expansion (rail networks deploying artillery against leviathan-class voidbeasts), and Godshatter Gambit (hijacking celestial machinery to rewrite divine edicts) — the lord of Blightspire evolves from survivalist to sovereign. His final triumph? Not merely conquering the empire, but dismantling its celestial puppetmasters to ignite an Arcanotech Renaissance, where mortal-forged spellsteel outshines the gods’ dying light.

My new name is valerian Alaricus Nyxbane. And I found myself waking up in a reality that felt utterly alien. The last thing I remember? A scuffle with some kid—just another typical brawl. But this time, he actually fought back. I can’t recall the moment that sent me spiraling into darkness, only the jarring impact of my head against the pavement… and then, silence. When I finally opened my eyes, everything had transformed. Memories that didn’t belong to me tangled with my own, a life I had never lived crashing into my consciousness like a tidal wave. That’s when the truth hit me like a freight train. First: I had somehow been yanked into a world I recognized all too well. Second: I wasn’t just a minor player in this story. I was one of the two main characters. But to everyone else, I was the villain. Not a clever mastermind, not a tragic figure—no. I was the annoying, inconsequential obstacle. A spoiled, arrogant young master destined for ridicule. The kind of guy people wanted to see fail spectacularly. The one who strutted around like he owned the place, only to be overshadowed by the true hero. And that hero? The one fated to save this world? Yeah. It was the very kid who had knocked me out. The same boy I had bullied for years was now destined to be the champion of this tale. A tale set in a realm on the brink of annihilation—devastating wars, lurking disasters, a future spiraling into chaos. And at the end of it all, looming like a specter, was the Umbral Monarch, the final, unyielding adversary. But that was the conclusion. Right now, I had to navigate the treacherous beginning. Could I defy a fate etched in stone? Could I resist in a game where I was meant to be the punchline? Absolutely not. That’s not happening. I refused to be a passive spectator in my own downfall. If the odds were stacked against me, I’d simply change the game. "If destiny thinks it can dictate my path, then I’ll just turn the tables." …Yet, I quickly learned that destiny doesn’t take kindly to defiance. The price of altering my fate turned out to be far steeper than I could have ever anticipated.

Damien never asked for this life. Confined to a hospital bed, chained by a body that betrayed him, he spent his days battling the cruel joke that was fate. But when a single video game shattered his last shred of patience, he found himself facing something even worse—his own reflection, cast into a story that should have never been his. "Fucking NTR game!" He said as he threw the console. In the game, the player was nothing but a tragic figure. A weak, spineless fool, doomed to be discarded. A character whose sole purpose was to be broken. But was that really all he was? Thrown into a world that scorned him, Damien refuses to play by the script. If fate had already written his downfall, then he would carve his own path—one of defiance, of rage, of survival. Watch as Damien, a man who once had nothing left to lose, fights to take control of a story that was never meant to be his. Because in a world that demands he stay weak—he will either shatter expectations… or burn everything down with him. -------A/N------- The main character, Damien, is heavily inspired by Johnny Silverhand from Cyberpunk 2077. Therefore, the main character's thought processes and his way of speaking may not be for everyone. But those who can stomach it. You will be rewarded. ---------- One or two chapters daily. Chapter Length 1500-2000 You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available. https://discord.gg/qRknX5hTur

Atlas, a human and a former mercenary in a world where gods, demons and demigods rule the land. Having no home, no guild, and no interest in bending to anyone’s rules, alongside Maya, his ever-hungry, ever-fearless companion, and his team of misfits, he drifts through the Null Continent, taking on whatever comes his way—monsters, mercenaries, gods, demons, and the occasional existential crisis. His only goal? To keep moving forward. A tale of exile and defiance, of forgotten pasts, uncertain futures and a grand adventure. This is Wildflower.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] I yanked my wrist, trying to pull free, but his grip didn’t budge. “Let me go,” I cried, surprised by how weak I sounded but for goodness sake, this is an elementary school restroom hallway, meaning anyone might walk in at any moment. “No.” He leaned in, his breath warm against the side of my neck. My skin prickled as my toes curled, I hated how my body reacted without my permission. “You’re mine,” he whispered, “Every part of you, your fear, your silence, even that defiance you’re clinging to. It’s all mine. And I’m not about to let anyone else touch or have what belongs to me. Not the world, not even yourself.” **** Kain Locke would never forget that face, the face of the man who smiled as he pulled the trigger, murdering his parents right in front of him. That moment scarred him for life, carving a hatred so deep it kept him alive. That man was Caspian Draeven, a ruthless Alpha who ruled the underworld with fear and bloodshed and as if that wasn't enough, he took Kain too, raising him in his empire of chaos. But Kain wasn’t broken as they expected him, rather, he was burning. Burning with hatred for the man who destroyed his world and he swear to get his revenge. However, Caspian wasn’t the only monster in the Draeven family. His son, Kael Draeven, was just as dangerous, cold, brutal, and utterly loyal to his father which makes Kain hated Kael just as much, if not more. For years, Kain planned his escape, waiting for the perfect moment so he can leave to prepare for his revenge. However when he finally ran, he thought he’d won his freedom. But the unexpected happens when Kael was sent to bring him back, and their confrontation took an unplanned turn. A single night left Kain with a secret he never saw coming and a bond he couldn’t forget, no matter how much he wanted to. But secrets have a way of coming to light, and Kain’s path will lead him straight back to the man he swore to hate forever. Because some bonds can’t be broken. Not even by revenge. ______________________________________ H_Hannie THIS BOOK IS A BL: MEANING IT FOCUSES ON ROMANCE BETWEEN THE SAME GENDER. kindly skip if this type of genre isn't your cup of tea. Thank you. And this book is rated 18+ Strictly for MATURE audiences. Disclaimer: Cover is not mine, I will take it down if requested by the owner. (And it's for temporary use, till I get an official one )

"It’s not the people who claim they are evil you should worry about, it’s the ones that claim they are good". . . What would a modern-day earthling do if they suddenly open their eyes to find themselves in a cultivation world? Suffering from an incurable disease since young, Yang Chen’s life came to an end due to the malicious stratagems of his relatives. Life, youth, love, wealth, family, he got to enjoy nothing. Bitter at the injustice he suffered, Yang Chen's soul was reincarnated into a whole new world where immortals and divine beings weren’t just myths. This time, he vowed to live a whimsical, self-serving, materialistic life. But what’s this? His starting point was the lowest of the low, a slave that was at the mercy of the Zhang clan. Can this still be called living? Raising a cry in defiance against his destiny, what appeared before him was the Greedvil system. Heaven-Defying Battle Skills, Supreme Pills, Weapons, Armours... anything that Yang Chen wants, can be purchased from the shop. In return, all Yang Chen had to do was commit evil acts. The Greedvil System ran on mischief points, his actions determined the points he earned. The greater the degree of evil, the higher the points!!! Hehe… Now wasn’t that great? Even the heavens want him to become a villain. Equipped with a healthy body and a powerful system, what kind of storms would Yang Chen create? . . "What’s that, a heavenly constitution? I, your grandfather can buy dozens of them. Beauties? The more the merrier. Villains? Who can hold a candle against me?" This is the story of a villain who sets on a journey to reach the martial peak. He will stomp on all the heavenly sons and pick up beauties on his way. ------ Join our discord for Q&A and to chat with fellow members- https://discord.gg/bXexmSNeqn You can also support the novel on Patreon by simply copying the link below:- patreon.com/ViciousPepper.

Lisa Cardone has never been the kind of woman to follow the rules. At eighteen, she dreams of riding the open range as a ranger, not of settling down as a rancher’s wife and mother. But in Texas, women don’t get to choose their futures and when she learns she’s been betrothed to Carlos Mendoza, her childhood friend and the wealthy heir to a neighboring ranch, her world is thrown into chaos. Did she love him? Did he love her? Or was this just another deal struck for family wealth and pride? But fate has its own plans. When a mysterious man is introduced as her father’s farmhand, Lisa finds herself drawn to him in ways she can’t explain. His presence stirs something deep within her a fire that refuses to be tamed. Yet, when the truth of his identity is revealed, it threatens to unravel everything she thought she knew about her future, her heart, and the two brothers caught in the storm of her defiance.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

Shadowborne Estate is set among the remote heights of Mount Umbra. Its residents are the most feared family of assassins across the globe, and they are known by only one name: the Shadowborne. The mention of their name strikes fear on the lips of kingdoms, and death knocks quietly on the doors with unfailing accuracy. Trained from childhood, each an exceptionalist in their own right as shaped by the harshest of absolutist abuse and untamed loyalty to the family's dynasty. But the youngest successor, Kael, who begins to question the morality of the family’s line of work, becomes the catalyst that causes cracks in the family’s otherwise ironclad code. Kael, driven by curiosity and a desire to break free, seeks out the truth hidden in the Shadowborne archives: truths about where they come from, the curse that binds their bloodline, and the cost of wielding the magic that can ultimately consume them. Kael’s contentious actions set off a cascade of events that will find him at odds with his merciless siblings, who will do whatever it takes to protect the Shadowborne legacy. As alliances change and betrayals pile up, Kael must make a choice: Will he destroy the legacy he was born into or adopt it to protect those he loves? Twilight of the Shadowborne Legacy is that of loyalty to family and respect for blood, tangled as it is with dark legacy, the struggle for a generation between adoration of our lineage and defiance against our hearts.

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.

Ethan Blackwood wasn’t used to being defied. As the CEO of a global empire, he crushed obstacles with a single glance. But when Lily Anderson stood before him, her chin lifted in quiet defiance, and something in him snapped. "Sign the contract," he said, his voice like ice. "30 days. You’ll obey every command. After that, you’re free." She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she gripped the pen. "And if I refuse?" His smirk was cold, but his eyes burned. "Then you’ll spend the rest of your life paying off your father’s debts. Your choice." Trapped, Lily signed. But she vowed one thing: she wouldn’t let him break her. From the first day, their clash was electric. He demanded perfection; she gave him rebellion. "You think you can control me?" she spat, after he criticized her for being late. Ethan stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "I don’t just control you. Lily, I own you." But as the days passed, the lines between them blurred. Late nights in his penthouse turned into whispered conversations. His cold demeanor cracked, revealing glimpses of a man haunted by his past. One night, after a heated argument, he pinned her against the wall, his breath hot against her ear. "Why do you fight me so much?" Her voice trembled. "Because I’m afraid if I stop, I’ll lose myself to you." Their connection deepened, but danger loomed. Secrets from Ethan’s past resurfaced, threatening to destroy everything. When Lily discovered the truth behind his obsession with her, she confronted him. "Was I just a pawn in your game? A way to settle an old score?" His eyes darkened with pain. "You were never just a game, Lily. You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real." As the final days of their contract approached, their bond was tested like never before. Enemies closed in, and trust hung by a thread. Could they overcome the shadows of their pasts, or would their love crumble under the weight of secrets and pride?

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

Synopsis: A war-torn kingdom. A prophecy lost to time. A fate neither of them can escape. Zyra Valeris was meant to die. Marked at birth by an ancient curse, she was abandoned to the shadows, her existence erased by those who feared what she might become. But fate had other plans. The night the blood moon rises, Zyra’s dormant powers awaken, and with them, a bond she cannot sever—one that ties her to Kieran Duskbane, the ruthless Shadow King. Kieran has ruled the kingdom of Noctis with an iron will, his name whispered in fear. Cursed by the gods and bound to darkness, he swore never to take a mate—until Zyra crashes into his world, a storm of fire and defiance, awakening a primal hunger he cannot control. The prophecy speaks of a queen who will either save or destroy the world. As war brews and old enemies rise, Zyra and Kieran must decide: fight their fate or embrace the connection that could either break them… or make them unstoppable. But fate is cruel, and love has never been more dangerous. ------- Context: Zyra has just awakened her celestial fire for the first time while trying to escape Kieran. But the moment their bond activates, everything changes. ------- Excerpt: The night bled red. Zyra’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands trembling as golden fire licked up her arms. The earth beneath her feet cracked from the force of her awakening magic. She had never felt power like this—searing, endless, alive. But she was not alone. A dark presence loomed behind her, and when she turned, her entire body locked in place. Kieran Duskbane. The Shadow King stood mere feet away, his gaze locked onto her with something between fury and hunger. Midnight tendrils of darkness coiled around him like living smoke, shifting as though eager to swallow her whole. The moment their eyes met, the world shuddered. A force—ancient and inescapable—snapped into place between them. Heat ignited beneath Zyra’s skin, foreign and all-consuming. She staggered, clutching her chest, where an invisible thread now tied her to the man before her. His expression darkened. “No.” His voice was raw, almost furious. “This isn’t possible.” Zyra’s vision blurred as pain lanced through her body, a tidal wave of emotions that were not hers. Rage. Hunger. Longing. Him. “No,” he growled again, as if denying fate itself. But it was too late. The bond had sealed. And in that moment, Zyra knew two undeniable truths: She was bound to the most dangerous man in existence. And no matter how hard she fought… she would never escape him. ---

In the modern world, life was ordinary—until the gods grew bored. Without warning, entire nations were transported into an endless dungeon, a twisted experiment created by divine beings. Unlike traditional dungeons, the strongest monsters lurk on the upper floors, while the weakest crawl in the abyss below. And humanity? They were dropped at the very bottom. To survive, every person was granted an ability. Some became warriors, others fell to despair. But for Kaito Arakawa, his ability was useless. Ability Combination—the power to merge skills into something new. But with no skills to begin with, he was nothing more than a dead man walking. Until he discovered a hidden ruin—a trial meant for no one. Through suffering, blood, and endless battles, he clawed his way to power. And when he emerged, he was no longer weak. Now, he hunts the Rulers of the Dungeon, powerful beings that govern the floors. The gods are watching. The dungeon is shifting. And as nations wage war in the depths, Kaito walks his own path—one carved in strength, blood, and defiance. Because in a world ruled by gods, the only way to win is to become something greater.

Crown Prince Yul El Darco of Lustrous stands on the brink of destiny. With his father’s reign nearing its end, the pressure to secure his position as the next king weighs heavily on his shoulders. To solidify his rule, he must form a harem, produce heirs, and wed the princess while claiming a royal concubine. But his plans shatter the moment he lays eyes on Rae Lancelot, a woman of untamed beauty and unyielding spirit. Rae consumes him, her presence igniting a raw, feral desire that he cannot control. She is his temptation, his torment, and his undoing. Her defiance only fuels his hunger, driving him to the edge of madness as he craves not just to possess her but to make her his queen. Torn between duty and the burning fire she awakens within him, Yul must confront the depths of his desire before it destroys him, or crowns her as the one who claims his heart, his body, and his throne.

Legacy of the Celestial Mark (A Tale of Gods, Betrayal, and Redemption) Volume I: Rise of the Fallen God In a world where divine rule shapes the fate of mortals and demons alike, Long Tian, once the celestial prince of the Heavenly Realm, is betrayed by his own brother, Long Xie, the ruler of the Demonic Realm. Framed for treason and cast into the Mortal Realm, Long Tian is stripped of his divine power and forced to live as a mere human. Yet, fate has other plans. Through countless battles, Long Tian slowly regains his lost strength, uncovering the truth of his past and his divine lineage. As he ascends once more, he unlocks the power of the Supreme Celestial Dragon, becoming the Emperor of Creation and the ruler of the Six Realms. Meanwhile, Long Xie wages a devastating war, determined to reshape the world in his own vision. Their inevitable clash shakes the heavens, culminating in a final battle that rewrites destiny itself. With the fate of existence hanging by a thread, Long Tian unleashes his ultimate divine power to defeat his brother, but Long Xie’s soul refuses to vanish. Instead, it lingers, finding an unexpected refuge—within Long Tian himself. Volume II: The Shadow Within With the war seemingly over and peace restored, Long Tian ascends as the undisputed ruler of the Six Realms, alongside his beloved, Long Yan, the goddess of the Spirit Realm. However, deep within him, Long Xie’s soul remains, whispering from the darkness, waiting for a chance to rise once more. During a high council meeting, Long Yu, ruler of the Phantom Realm, senses an eerie presence within Long Tian. To her shock, she hears Long Xie’s desperate plea for help from within Long Tian’s body. Realizing that his soul has not been destroyed, Long Yu keeps her discovery to herself, retreating in haste to uncover the secrets behind this impossible survival. As Long Tian begins to sense the change within himself, he wrestles with a shocking request—Long Xie asks to temporarily take control of his body in order to reclaim the Demonic Throne. The Demonic Realm, left in chaos after his defeat, has now fallen into the hands of a greater evil: Blood Tyrant Long Mo, the exiled elder brother of the Celestial Emperor. Ruthless and cruel, Long Mo has seized power, slaughtering Long Xie’s loyal generals and imprisoning his most trusted warlord, Tian Gui. Against his better judgment, Long Tian agrees. As Long Xie takes control, he returns to the Demonic Realm, only to find his former palace stolen, his people executed, and his most trusted warrior brutally tortured. Consumed with fury, Long Xie challenges the Blood Tyrant, only to realize—Long Mo’s strength surpasses even his own. At the brink of death, Long Tian intervenes, merging their powers into an unprecedented fusion of celestial and demonic might. Together, they unleash the ultimate technique—Heaven-Slayer Divine Annihilation—a forbidden power capable of erasing existence itself. Though Long Mo is gravely wounded, he manages to escape, vowing revenge. With the tyrant gone, Long Xie reclaims the Demonic Throne, and for the first time, his hatred toward Long Tian begins to waver. But peace never lasts forever. A far greater mystery lingers—Long Tian’s firstborn son, Tianhun, carries the Celestial Mark, but also bears the curse of the ancient Demon Lords. His very existence could either bring salvation… or the destruction of everything. Thus begins a new chapter, where the greatest battle is not fought with swords, but within the soul itself. Legacy of the Celestial Mark is an electrifying saga of gods and demons, brotherhood and betrayal, fate and defiance. In a world where light and darkness intertwine, where even the gods are bound by fate, one question remains— Can destiny truly be defied?

Zhao feng,an eighteen years old student from earth transmigrated into the body of a lazy young master of red moon continent,a cultivation realm ,where the strong dominate and the weak gets trampled upon, upon arriving,he got the 'Fury System' after his cute vixen sister got angry at him. Zhao feng initially wanted to enjoy a prodigal and carefree life after knowing how powerful his father was, until he had a taste of strength that the system gave him,he only had to make people angry to get fury points and raise his realm indefinitely. Since then, Zhao feng has made his life goals 'To make people furious " He encountered great difficulties and tribulations on his journey to immortality,alongside his shameless minions, since he never targets those weaker than him, it's always those whose strength is far above his, those that can kill him in a wave of their hands, but as fate will have it,they overcome all disasters. Zhao Feng stood tall, his eyes blazing with defiance as he faced the formidable warrior, Jin Tian. Jin Tian's face twisted in rage, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike. "You're just a foolish mortal, Jin Tian," Zhao Feng sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing but a joke. You're just a brute, relying on your physical prowess to intimidate others." "Fury +5000" Jin Tian's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with fury. "You dare to insult me?! I'll crush you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." In a crowded tavern, Zhao Feng sat at a table, sipping a mug of ale. Across from him, the stunning beauty, Ling'er, glared at him, her face pale with anger. "You're nothing but a shameless dog, Zhao Feng," Ling'er spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're clever, but you're just a coward, using your words to hurt others." Zhao Feng grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Ling'er, you're so beautiful when you're angry. But let's be real, you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" "Fury +3000" Ling'er's face turned scarlet, her eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that beauty and brains don't always go hand in hand." "Fury +5000" Zhao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape below. A faint smile played on his lips as he reflected on his journey so far. "Ah, the Fury System," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "You've really helped me, haven't you? I've grown stronger, smarter, and more ruthless." He chuckled, his voice carrying on the wind. "And I've brought chaos to this world, haven't I? The strong are trembling, and the weak are cowering." Zhao Feng's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it? The uncertainty, the danger, the thrill of the unknown." He raised his hands, embracing the wind, the sun, and the world below. "Bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden light, Zhao Feng's laughter echoed through the valleys, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. May I ask you to follow Zhao feng in his journey of standing against the heavens,crossing mountains of corpses and rivers of bloods to get to his destination. Deities and immortal beings became his stepping stone to the greater DAO . Oh,he didn't forget one important thing..... making his enemies puke blood in Fury.

“Help me, please,” Bella pleaded, grasping his hands. His dark eyes, devoid of warmth, pierced through hers with an unsettling coldness. "Why should I mess with those goons to help you?" he asked callously. “I’ll do anything you say,” she said without thinking, desperate. “Just save me from them.” He demanded something that Bella had never anticipated even in her dreams. A contract marriage! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bella Dawn was already in distress to pay her step father’s debts. To add her misery, her mother was diagnosed with liver disease and needed immediate transplant. Where would she get that much money? Then, like a cruel twist of fate, she accidentally encountered a handsome man, Theodore Reid, the enigmatic CEO of Ace Group. Rumors said that he was a ruthless businessman with a heart as cold as ice. Yet, to Bella, he was kind, rescuing her from the clutches of those who sought to exploit her. She was grateful to him until he demanded something weird, shattering her pervious assumptions. He wanted to marry her. No He wanted a contract marriage. In exchange, he would take care of her mother's treatment and compensate her generously at the end of their arrangement. For Theodore, it was a solution born out of necessity, a means to appease his grandfather's demands for an heir while he searched for the one who had once saved him, his angel. Bella’s appearance reminded him of his savior. So, he offered her a contract marriage. It was a temporary solution to his grandfather’s demand to get an heir until he found his angel. With no other options left, Bella reluctantly agreed to the terms of the contract. But little did she know it would test her resolve and resilience like never before. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Remember one thing, never fall in love with me,” he said, cold and dangerous. Bella gulped, nervous. “What if I do?” A sliver of defiance, a foolish question escaped her lips. She was already attracted to his handsome appearance. He squeezed her jaw and hissed, “You will regret it.” “What if you started liking me?” she dared to ask. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "No chance," he scoffed. "You're not my type." Bella’s heart sank. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. My Ex-Husband Begged Me To Take Him Back - Ongoing, daily updated.

Ren, an ordinary young man, had spent his entire life working tirelessly just to survive. Finally, after years of endless grind, he was granted a long-awaited vacation from his demanding company. Excited to embark on a trip with his coworkers, Ren felt for the first time that he was about to enjoy life. But fate had other plans. The night before his vacation, a tragic accident involving a truck cut his life short. Or so he thought. Instead of meeting his end, Ren awakens in a new world, reincarnated as the villain in his favorite novel—a story he once enjoyed reading but abandoned midway. The reason? The villain, despite committing no true evil, met a tragic and unjust end at the hands of the hero and heroine. Now thrust into the role of this doomed villain, Ren must navigate the dangerous world of the novel. With the weight of his new identity and the knowledge of his grim fate, Ren is faced with a choice: follow the villain’s original path to destruction or carve out a new destiny for himself. In this second chance at life, Ren is determined to break free from the chains of the narrative and forge a future on his own terms. Will he outsmart the plot that seeks to end him, or will he find a way to change the story entirely? Only time will tell in this tale of defiance, redemption, and self-discovery.

My birth was never meant to be. Some call me a mistake. Others call me a prophecy. But my blood tells a different story. In my previous life, I was no one— A man with an empty existence, forgotten by the world. No one respected me. No one greeted me with warmth. I was invisible, a shadow passing through life, unnoticed and unwanted. When I died, I thought it was the end. But in that exact moment, my death changed two fates. One was mine. The other… belonged to an ancient being from mythology—Medusa. Once, she was doomed—a cursed Gorgon, betrayed, hunted, and fated to fall. In countless timelines, in countless myths, she was slain. But in this world, something changed. Perseus did not kill Medusa. She ascended—not as a monster, not as a victim, But as a Queen. And I… I was reborn as her son. Now, I am hunted by gods who see me as a mistake that must be corrected. Despised by mortals who whisper my name as an omen of misfortune. Rejected by a world that never wanted me to exist. Because I am something that should not be. A fracture in fate. A living contradiction. A walking defiance of the gods’ will. To Olympus, I am an error. A flaw in the great design. And so, they seek to erase me. To wipe me from history, to crush me before I can claim a place in their world. But this time, I refuse to disappear.

For as long as history remembers, goblins have been nothing more than prey—weak creatures hunted by humans, used as training dummies for young warriors. But when his entire tribe is massacred in a brutal raid, Grekh, a young goblin who never fit the mold of a warrior or a hunter, is forced to fight for survival in a world that sees his kind as nothing more than vermin. Alone, wounded, and with no place to call home, Grekh soon discovers something unheard of among goblins—magic. In a world where sorcery is a privilege of nobles and bloodlines, his very existence becomes a defiance of everything the powerful believe to be true. Determined to uncover the secrets of his newfound abilities, Grekh embarks on a journey unlike any other goblin before him. But the world is merciless, and his enemies are many. To survive, he must defy fate, outwit those who seek to crush him, and forge his own path—one that might change the balance of power forever. In a world where the weak are destined to fall… can the last goblin rise?

David was once a man of wealth and prestige, living a seemingly perfect life. But beneath the surface of success, betrayal festered like a wound waiting to be torn open. The wife he adored, the brother he trusted, and the family he sacrificed for all turned against him. Their treachery destroyed not only his spirit but his body—leaving him crippled, abandoned, and with nothing left to live for. In his final act of defiance, David orchestrated their deaths, yet vengeance did little to heal the wounds carved deep into his soul. With nothing left, he welcomed the abyss, ending his own existence… only to awaken anew. Reborn in a realm beyond mortality, David found himself in a divine world ruled by celestial beings—the very gods who had watched him suffer without mercy. But he was no longer the broken man they had ignored. He was something else. Something darker. Something far more powerful. With his memories intact and new abilities awakening, David vowed to shatter the hierarchy of the divine. He would bring the gods to their knees, enslaving them, bending them to his will, and exacting the ultimate retribution upon those who had forsaken him. He would turn the divine realm into his personal dominion of vengeance, where once-mighty deities would serve, obey, and kneel before their new master. But in his quest for ultimate power, will he remain a man seeking justice, or will he become a monster greater than the gods themselves? Author’s Thought: Inspired by Reverse Insanity, I aim to craft scenarios far darker and more twisted than even Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the Great Love Immortal Venerable, has ever devised. I will depict the truest nature of humanity—its rawest instincts, its deepest desires, and the relentless pursuit of power. Through this story, I shall showcase the essence of a truly living being—one unshackled by morality, untouched by mercy, and driven solely by the will to survive and dominate.

"This world was dark, evil, and terrifying, yet it also held its own unique charm. Monsters may roam the world, but at least I have Artoria. I just hope the darkness never does consume the light." In ancient times, the gods bestowed gifts upon humanity, but humanity rejected the gods. This act of defiance angered the deities, who unleashed demons and monsters upon the land, cursing the world to be forever tainted by their grotesque presence. The inhabitants of this world became lost in war, greed, and the lust for power. Though humanity gained control over the land, they were cursed by the gods with monstrous beings, creatures from beyond the veil of reality. This place was called the Darkness.

Enemies to lovers? ✔️ Villainous and possessive ML?✔️ Fiery spirited FL?✔️ Dark Romance?✔️ Excerpt: “Wife?” Lady Karina repeated, almost shouting as if she'd misheard him. “I would not marry you even if you were the last man in this world,” she remarked with sweet venom, a poison Van Merikh would gladly drink. “You are a murderer and a thief. I do not want you!” “But I want you,” Van Merikh stated firmly, his dual-coloured gaze leaving no room for argument. “And that is where this conversation shall end, Lady.” Van Merikh threw open the door and practically dragged her to the base of the stairs that led to the upper floors. When she refused to mount the steps, he easily lifted her onto the first step and spanked her soundly on the bottom. “Go to your chambers,” he ordered softly. “This is not over,” Lady Karina growled. “I will fight you with the last breath in my body against this…this madness.” “Go, or you shall feel my hand on your backside again.” ************** Magic as the world of Ethuaria knew it came from the distinct markings specific to each bloodline and nation that a person may or may have not been born with. It would appear at birth on different parts of the child's body, bringing about unique abilities passed down in their bloodline from mother to child. And for eighteen-year-old Lady Karina Hyacinth Reinhardt, life had always been one of comfort and peace with the secret abilities of her bloodline. As the beloved, yet sheltered, heiress of Moonveil Keep on the borders of the Kingdom of Caelthywn, she spent her days managing her father's lands and overseeing the affairs of their people, never knowing true hardship. War as she knew it was a distant nightmare that would never touch her. That was until Orpheus Van Merikh, the most feared warlord across the lands, invaded her home and seized it for his claims. Known as the devil himself, Van Merikh does not simply claim Moonveil for its riches, but also for the rumoured beasts that the Reinhardt bloodline conceals from the world. He will stop at nothing to have them. Thrown into captivity, Lady Karina expects cruelty, and Van Merikh, being the brute that he is, proves her expectations to be true. As a calculating and disciplined man who kills without hesitation yet protects what he claims, when one of his knights speaks ill of her, Orpheus cuts him down without hesitation. Lady Karina is his prize, but he would not allow others to dishonour her. However, she is not as obedient as one might think. Thus, determined to reclaim her freedom, Lady Karina refuses to cower as she challenges the enemy at every opportunity. Her defiance amuses Van Merikh, who spares her life due to her efficiencies in managing Moonveil Keep. Along the way, as they battle to find common ground, Van Merikh faces a rebellion among his own knights, who reject his growing attachment to her. They would have her dead before she warmed his bed. And oddly enough, Lady Karina finds herself charmed by the other merciful half of Van Merikh, but when her father returns to Moonveil at her request, much changes henceforth. Conspiracies arise and she soon slips out of Van Merikh's hold when he leaves for yet another conquest away from Moonveil. All hell would break loose when the beast from the depths would return upon Moonveil only to find his angel is gone.

Serena Castillo lived a quiet life—until the night her father’s sins caught up to her. Forced into the grasp of Lorenzo De Luca, a ruthless mafia boss with ice in his veins, she becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of power and revenge. Lorenzo is used to control, but Serena’s quiet defiance and hidden strength begin to unravel the darkness within him. As secrets unfold and enemies close in, Serena must navigate a world of violence, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Can she escape the man who owns her, or will she become the queen in his dangerous empire?