Mlp Sunset Shimmer Alicorn

A faint whisper sounded in her mind telling her to call it's name, though near death she summoned her courage and spoke a an unknown word "$#@/()@##)@)#" In an instant Whoosh---  A powerful kick smashed the tyrants head and drove directly into the ground with such force that it's neck directly cracked as its body spammed and wiggled before turning silent "So, you're the lowborn hybrids that commands this fellows here?" The whole group was stunned as they turned to look at the person who appeared from nowhere and killed a tyrant with a casual stomp The youth was tall with a slim stature visible even though he was covered in a long white cloak, shoulder length white hairs with light blue eyes shimmering with an ethereal light but that couldn't hide the disdain and contempt present in those seemly cold and unfeeling eyes even though he had a smile on his lips.

[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

Max Hall's life is a collection of missing pieces. His parents, vanished. His girlfriend, gone without a word. His own future, a casualty of mediocrity and grief. He's not living; he's just waiting for the end credits. The story changes on a day like any other. A glitch in his vision. A shimmering, holographic interface materializes, offering an absurd proposition: skills, talents, genius... for cash. It's the kind of thing you'd see in a bad video game, an insultingly simple solution to a life of complex pain. On a desperate whim, he cashes in his last few dollars for a shot. A beginner's talent in financial analysis. Suddenly, the chaotic noise of the stock market becomes a symphony he can conduct. A few dollars become a fortune. A fortune becomes an empire. In a rush of stolen knowledge, he masters sciences, arts, and industries overnight. The world sees a titan, a phantom prodigy rewriting the rules of success. But Max sees only a means to an end. The wealth isn't for a life of luxury. It's for an investigation on a scale no government could sanction, a private war against the silence that swallowed his life. He's pulling at the threads of a simple missing persons case, but what begins to unravel is a conspiracy that defies logic. The clues lead him away from cold cases and towards impossible artifacts. They hint at forgotten histories and fringe sciences that shouldn't work, but do. He realizes he isn't just looking for a kidnapper. He's on a collision course with a truth that will not only explain what happened to his family, but will rewrite the rules of reality itself. And the System, his ticket out of mediocrity, might just be the most terrifying clue of all.

The sky shimmered with twin suns, casting warm hues over rolling hills and ancient forests. The air itself buzzed with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath his feet hummed faintly, as if alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled. He blinked against the unfamiliar light, confusion etched across his face. But confusion quickly gave way to awe. A bird soared overhead, trailing glimmers of blue light in its wake. Nearby, a child pointed a finger at a fallen branch, whispering a single word—and the wood floated into the air, spinning gently before settling neatly into a bundle. Magic. It was real. Tangible. Everywhere. In that moment, a hunger was born in him. Not a hunger for food, nor for wealth or fame, but something far deeper—a yearning. A need. An obsession. The magic of this world, this radiant, endless force that danced in the air and bled through every leaf and stone, had sparked something inside him. And each passing day only fanned that flame higher. His only goal became understanding Magic and growing in Magic. It consumed his thoughts. He chased rumors of ancient scrolls, watched from shadows as mages cast their spells, and spent sleepless nights sketching symbols he didn’t yet understand. He would kneel before old statues and listen to forgotten songs, desperate to catch even a whisper of arcane truth. Because he knew—knowledge was the key. The key to understanding this world. The key to understanding Magic. And knowledge… was the key to understanding the Universe.

They say gods do not weep. But he did. In the heart of the Celestial Realm, beneath silver skies and crimson moonlight, he held her broken body in his arms—her white robes stained with blood, her nine golden tails dimming with every breath. “Who did this?” he had whispered, voice shaking for the first time in centuries. But her lips trembled with more than pain. Her gaze—those eyes that once held mischief and moonlight—now shimmered only with betrayal. “I trusted you,” she murmured. And then... she was gone. That night, thunder cracked across the heavens. But no justice followed. The Moon Goddess watched from her palace, veil unshaken. The Celestial Court declared it fate. The Fox Clan mourned their Lady in silence, retreating deep into the realm of spirits. They never found her body. And the War God—once proud heir to the Celestial Throne—locked his heart behind walls no one could breach. He never stopped searching for the soul who once called him beloved. A thousand years passed. The realms forgot. But he never did. Now, a servant girl enters his palace—eyes like wildfire, voice like a memory. Something stirs. And fate, it seems, is not finished with them yet.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

【Authorized Translation】 Chaos (previously known as Fish's Sky)'s classic novel 'The Charm of Soul Pets' has now officially published on WebNovel, under the name 'Supreme Tamer'!!! The Cloud bird that flies across the blue sky and in between the emerald grass; the ruthless and brutal Blood Wolves that roam on the Gobi Dessert; the Night Dream Beast traversing the jungles under the moon; the Divine Spirits Dictator that drinks the breeze and swallows the mist on the most treacherous cliffs and valleys. The Ocean Spirit Monster that swims through the bottom of the ocean, the Thousand-eyes Tree Beast that stands tall on the peak of the mountain amidst the clouds. Sword Hider, Sunset Gull, Ancient Wood Spirit, Chaos Thunder Spirit, Fox Beast of the Frost Curse… Plants, beasts, elementals, spirits, this is a strange, mystical, and fantastic world of spirit beasts! Our main character is a young spirit beast tamer. Initially, he raised a young mutated spirit beast – Moonlight Fox. After repeated battles, it mutated to become the more powerful Evil Flame Six Tailed Fox, followed by the even more advanced Crowned Flame Nine-Tail Fox! Accompanied by this mutated spirit beast, he stepped foot on the path of true power. He took even more rare pet beasts under him and kept working hard toward becoming a supreme beast tamer.

The Alchemy: Rise of a New Emperor In a world governed by dangerous portals, terrifying creatures lurk beyond shimmering gates—unable to enter the human realm but threatening it all the same. These portals, unstable rifts between dimensions, steadily grow in power the longer they remain open. If not cleared in time, they explode, releasing catastrophic energy capable of erasing entire cities. To prevent disaster, specialized hunters known as Alchemists are sent inside. Divided into four classes—Transmutation, Elemental, Mage, and Shapeshifter—they wield supernatural alchemy-based powers to fight the monsters within and harvest valuable Crystals. However, not all Alchemists are equal. Kim Min Ho is considered among the weakest—a low-ranked Transmutation Alchemist with barely enough power to craft basic weapons. Mocked by his peers and cast aside by guilds, Min Ho carries a burden greater than pride: his mother remains trapped in an eternal coma, and the only hope of awakening her lies in acquiring the Everheart Draught—a forbidden alchemical potion that costs more than most will see in a lifetime. To save her, Min Ho risks everything, throwing himself into lethal portal raids. But after a brutal betrayal and near-death experience inside a collapsing dungeon, Min Ho awakens a hidden Alchemical System—a mysterious force that tracks his progress, unlocks forgotten powers, and grants him access to all four alchemical disciplines. As he delves deeper into the labyrinths of the portals, clearing dungeons others deem impossible, rumors begin to spread of a lone Alchemist who breaks every limit. What starts as a desperate quest to save his mother soon becomes something far greater—Min Ho’s rise to become the strongest Alchemist in history… and the ruler of the portals themselves. https://discord.gg/bGUVEs4Vu7

Dr. Lila Reyes, a pioneering quantum physicist aboard New Carthage Station, never anticipates her prototype time‑rift device yanking Captain Edmund Hartley—a bold, swaggering pilot from 1822—into her sterile, high‑tech world. Linked by a shimmering temporal tether that pulses with every brush of skin, Lila's meticulously logical mind is thrown into disarray by Edmund's old‑world gallantry and devil‑may‑care charm. As the rift flickers between centuries, Lila and Edmund involuntarily swap memories: one moment she's adrift in a starship skirmish, the next he's navigating moonlit Regency gardens. With each fragmented recollection, they uncover hidden longings—Lila savors the heady rush of horse‑drawn carriage races, while Edmund tastes the hollow ache of cosmic isolation in zero‑G. But every shared memory frays the fabric of reality, risking a catastrophic convergence of two timelines. Compelled to collaborate across time, they pursue cryptic clues through mist‑cloaked 19th‑century ballrooms and neon‑bathed orbital docks, wrestling with an impossible choice: seal the rift and be forever torn apart, or let destiny unravel for a chance at love that defies all boundaries. With each daring kiss and whispered confession, Lila and Edmund discover that some bonds transcend space, time—and even death.

"You do not see the world i see." A lone figure whispered while wandering through the four corners of the world. Xu An, born in a land of ruin, where mortals and immortals are forced to share the same deep-blue skies, sets out on a journey to find his inner peace. Be it Old Devils, Ancient Saints or even Immemorial Beasts, all were but mere stones in a long and rugged path underneath his feet. Thus, under the moon's silvery shimmer, in an early winter night, a demon is born in a land of no respite. *** Hello everyone, thank you for paying a visit to this humble one's abode. I would like to say that im not a native english speaker, so sometimes there might be a few grammatical errors here and there. In case you notice some of them, please feel free to point them out. I will also be answering any questions that you might have, so long as they do not contain any thirst for spoilers! Hehe. I plan on releasing a few chapters a week, but for now, nothing is set in stone. Also, if possible, leave a review behind, it would not only help me but also other possible future readers!~

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges. Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale. But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate. ***** ~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~ As I got close, I came to realize that it was a full grown naked man. What? A man? How was the dragon a man? Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of it. What was wrong with me? Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood? Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible. When I saw how he curled himself in a fetal position with his hand holding his bloody abdomen, my blood boiled and I punched the rock he was laying close to. “Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened causing my breath to get caught in my throat. He was breathtaking! His lashes were white as his eyebrows and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color. “Ingrid,” he breathed out and my eyes widened at the fact that he knew my name.

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

There exists a chief astronomer on Earth who not only wants to explore the stars, but to also discover and connect with what dwells beyond them. Unfortunately, in search of the heavens, Astra Sera has failed to identify with the natural. She has failed to connect with something that makes her truly human. Then, as it seems like the heavens themselves granted her wish, Astra is torn from her world and cast into a futuristic world born through the remnants of divinity. Demigods work unseen, constellations lie silently through the depths of space, and ancient magical kingdoms rise in the shadow of mysterious beings. Even in this world touched by the heavens, human nature still remains untouched. Infinite Celestial power shimmers in the air like stardust, but the souls that wield it remain haunted by threats of mutation and insanity. Like a cruel joke, the very world that Astra dreamt for fractures her sense of identity as she risks corruption from her newfound powers. This is the legend—a mythos—of how humans wish to become gods, while gods wish to seek the specialness of humanity.

Imagine a future sculpted by centuries, a place where everything whispers of order, a civilization shimmering with unbelievable technology. In this realm, time seems to forget its cruel work – people don't age. Yet, the mystery of passing still lingers. Their days are just a shadow of their nights, for their dreams are where tasks bloom, and these very tasks are the currency of their lives. But the flawless surface of this world cracks when Meldenma unearths its deep-buried secrets, or perhaps more intriguingly, when she begins to unravel the puzzle of herself. What clandestine truths lie hidden beneath the gleaming perfection? And what happens when one soul starts to awaken to the reality behind their dreamlike existence?

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

In the deepest region of the Abyss, where morality does not exist, a demon is born. His name is Veal a newborn with twin shimmering tails, blue flesh, and a will unlike any other. From the moment he cracks from his egg, the world becomes his enemy. Siblings become prey. Veal is not just another spawn. He is a rare breed a Lustborn, cursed with ancient instincts and a hunger for more than flesh. As universes run red with blood and the abyss churns with chaos, Veal climbs the brutal path of evolution. Every battle refines him. Every hole awakens something darker. … lustful, cautious, ruthless mc. world travel. ntr/fucking other people women. keeping the bloodline pure. fuck anything that walks. ugly/pretty, fat/skinny, humanoids or not. from the lowest mindless demon of the abyss to the noblest of gods and divine beasts. Anything can and will get impale. disgusting stuff. (note: this is full story except for certain smut scenes that’s against web novel guidelines those will be posted elsewhere.) = (Patreon.com/DAOLORD_LUST)

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

Dreyl is sixteen. Cold. Quiet. Cursed. He hides behind the fake name “Sugi Sakashita” and drags himself through high school like any normal student. But nothing about his life is normal—because Dreyl is the only son of the Devil. Bound to a mysterious six-sided die called Fatebreaker, Dreyl’s every day is ruled by chance. The die rolls. He obeys. Whether it’s stealing a body, saving an enemy, or spilling blood before sunset—he has no choice. If he refuses? The punishment is worse than death. He doesn’t want to rule Hell. He doesn’t even want to fight. All he wants is to survive in the human world quietly. But when a possession goes wrong and a girl named Yumi starts seeing the supernatural, everything begins to unravel. With demon cults hunting him and a cryptic force behind each roll of the die, Dreyl must face the truth: He’s not just cursed by fate. He’s being hunted by it.

The arrival of Cosmic entity who called themselves the ‘harbingers’ unraveled the intricate threads of the Realm Lock woven by the primordial deity that had enshrouded the earth for eons. As mana began to surge forth from the depths of the earth, a transformative symphony enveloped the surface. People, touched by the ethereal currents, felt the infusion of strength, heightened intellect, and a newfound vitality coursing through their veins. A millennium of life was no longer a dream but a tangible reality, a remarkable chapter in the unfolding saga of human existence. The air shimmered with the emergence of extraordinary flora and fauna, adorned with enchanting abilities that defied the laws of nature. In the aftermath of the seal's release, humans praised the liberating harbingers while casting curses upon those who had bound them from the wonders of this newfound life. Yet, within the confines of what appeared to be a sealed fate, it was not the brilliance of a promising future that lay obscured, but instead, the ominous veil of an impending apocalypse. As the ethereal barrier weakened, insidious monsters, mana-hungry and drawn to Earth, unleashed havoc. A desperate struggle ensued, culminating in a relentless massacre that left the world in tatters. In the grim tapestry of destruction, Earth met its demise in the fateful year of 2108. Nonetheless, from the ruins emerged a glimmer of resilience. Human ingenuity, elevated by advanced development, found solace in the benevolent alliances formed with other races—elves, dwarves, halflings, and fairies. In a harmonious exchange of technology and arcane wisdom, these kindred beings guided humanity toward a new beginning. Together, they carved a path beyond the shattered fragments of Earth, settling on distant planets, where the remnants of a once-ruined civilization flourished anew. In the vast expanse of space, humanity encountered both allies and adversaries among the cosmos. Faced with formidable challenges, humans engaged in fierce battles for survival. Today, only the resilient few, marked by might and tenacity, endure alongside those who prevailed, survived, and thrived in the crucible of cosmic existence. In the face of adversity, is this truly the conclusion befitting the human spirit? No. Our narrative persists, an unwritten chapter awaiting its tale to unfold. From the remnants of humanity, the one survivor who became the monarch amidst the myriad powerful races scattered across the cosmos, unwavering since the day the seal was lifted, resolves to alter the destiny of their kind. The Ruler of the Future Supreme Planet decides to return in time in order to save humanity. The invincible and unconquerable Lord Ajita-Vikrama in the challenging era 3000 years in the future who is on the verge of dying due to combat wounds from heavenly beings, primordial beasts, and the extraterrestrial race yearns a poignant wish to witness a radiant future, where every human thrived in safety and serenity. But humanity have already been eradicated more than 90% of which the remaining scattered among the galaxy. Lord Ajita, left no choice in his death bed, tries the impossible—battling with the God of Time Chronos and slaying him in order to restore the time order. He gains the primal heart of God, through which he can return in time. Will he be able to save humanity, or will history be repeated?

After Mo Tianzun -the feared Demon Lord- fell to the sword of Liu Shengjie, the martial world breathed a sigh of relief. The Spirit Realm, once shattered by war, began to rebuild. Peace reigned for the first time in a thousand years. Without the threat of demons, cultivators flourished, and the balance between realms was restored. But peace is never eternal. Deep within the sacred grounds of the Yunxiao Healer Sect, a young prince named Lin Xuanji opened his eyes. His vision was unfamiliar, yet the face he saw in the bronze mirror was hauntingly similar-refined, beautiful, a mirror of the demon he once was. Gone was the stark white hair of the Demon Lord. Now, jet-black strands framed his youthful face. His body felt unfamiliar... and yet, when he summoned his qi, the power surged through his meridians-untamed, immense, his former strength intact. He was reborn. Mo Tianzun, the once-invincible Demon Lord, now inhabited the body of Lin Xuanji-the weakest prince of the Yunxiao Sect, a laughingstock among cultivators. "Weakling prince?" Mo's eye twitched. "They dare... call me that?" Though furious, he knew better than to reveal his true nature. For now, he'd play the fool. Let them mock. He would bide his time, regain his influence, and reclaim his destiny. As he sat in meditation, refining his qi in silence, a sudden voice echoed through the room. "Greetings, host." Startled, Mo's-no, Lin Xuanji's-eyes flew open. "Who's there?" No one. But then, above his head, a shimmering blue screen flickered into view. > [Welcome to the System!] Main Quest: Make Crown Prince Zhao Longxuan fall in love with you-and only you. Objective: Become the prince's sole consort, and ascend as the queen-with zero concubines. "...What the fuck?!" Mo Tianzun, the terror of three realms, screamed into the void. ———— Image Credit: The book cover/photo is not mine; full credit goes to the rightful owner. Please do not share, copy, or redistribute this work without the author's explicit permission.

...... In a future shimmering with scientific miracles, Dragan Reks stands as a brilliant prodigy. He isn’t driven by ambition or glory, but by something far more powerful: love. His entire world orbits around Aurelia, a luminous spirit burdened with a cruel fate. Born with sickle cell anemia, her life was a countdown of pain and fragile breaths. But to Dragan, she was worth everything worth risking it all. Defying every warning, he reached for an experimental breakthrough that could ruin him. He gambled his research, his reputation, even his sanity, just to save her. And he did. Her pain dissolved. Her glow returned. For a fleeting moment, their world felt perfect, as if love and science had conquered fate together. Then she left. She didn’t just leave the lab. She vanished from his life entirely, slipping away into someone else’s arms. No farewell. No explanation. Just an echoing emptiness where her laughter used to live. As months crawled by, Dragan tried to bury the ache in formulas and sterile white rooms. But grief doesn’t die quietly; it transforms, lurking in every quiet moment. Just as he began to forget the softness of her voice, Aurelia returned. She came back changed. Quieter. Still breathtaking. Still the center of the universe he had been trying to forget. But now she carried an invisible weight, her eyes shadowed with regret. She claimed she never stopped loving him. She said she made a mistake, that the other man meant nothing. But could Dragan trust her again? Could love survive the shattering blow of betrayal? Memories tangled with the present, flooding his heart with longing and rage. He was trapped in an impossible choice: she was alive because of him, yet he had lost her soul in the process. Now, faced with the woman he had saved and the scars she left behind, Dragan must decide. Should he open his heart once more and risk it breaking beyond repair, or finally close the door and walk away forever?

A thousand years have passed since the Elemental Empire of Tempest vanished from the world. Cloaked behind a magical veil, it has remained untouched—its secrets sealed, its name fading into myth. At the heart of the empire sleeps Noctas Tempest, a prodigious emperor with silver hair shimmering like the aurora. Crowned in a palace of silence, he governs with a curious mind and frightening power—creating magic from boredom, twisting the laws of nature into "toys." But whispers stir within Tempest’s walls. Shadows of a forgotten war. A kingdom built on ancient sorrow. And a Veil that cannot hold forever. As the world unknowingly marches toward chaos, Noctas stirs from his slumber. And for the first time in a millennium… Tempest looks outward.

In the beginning, when the world was still young and the skies were untamed, there existed a legend known to only a few. It was the tale of the 5 Birds, celestial beings created to safeguard the realms and maintain the balance of nature. These five majestic creatures were revered and feared, their power unmatched and their wisdom boundless. • Divine Owl Sagea, soared above the highest peaks, her golden wings casting a protective shadow over the lands below. She embodied courage and strength, always the first to confront any threat to their world. She was the leader of the 5 celestial birds. • Nocturne, the Raven of Secrets, dwelled in the shadows, his black feathers blending with the night. Keeper of ancient knowledge and hidden truths, he was a master of dark magic, using his powers to protect the innocent and punish the wicked. • Zephyra, the Falcon of Speed, raced with the wind, her silver feathers shimmering in the sunlight. She was swift and agile, a messenger of the gods and a symbol of freedom, her presence a harbinger of hope. • Seraphina, the Swan of Serenity, glided gracefully over tranquil waters, her pure white feathers reflecting her inner peace. She brought harmony and healing, soothing the hearts of those in turmoil and restoring balance to the land. • Pyra, the Phoenix of Rebirth, burned with an eternal flame, his fiery plumage a beacon of renewal and transformation. From the ashes of destruction, he rose again and again, a testament to the power of resilience and the promise of a new beginning. These five were the Pentad of Protectors, united by their mission to defend the world from the forces of darkness. Their greatest challenge came in the form of the Shadow Flock, a sinister group intent on plunging the realms into chaos and despair. The Celestial Birds fought valiantly, but the battle was fierce and unforgiving. One by one, they fell, their spirits lingering in the hopes that one day, successors would rise to continue their legacy. The world was left vulnerable, waiting for the day when the Celestial Birds would return to restore peace and order.

In a world drowned in endless light, where the very air hums with radiance and the last shadow faded from memory generations ago, one woman dares to dream of the impossible. Erya Sol lives beneath the unblinking gaze of a society where darkness is forbidden, privacy is treason, and the light is both law and prison. The cities blaze with brilliance; oceans shimmer from within; even grief is recorded in the bright archives. In this world of relentless exposure, there is no dusk, no night, no pause. Only the tyranny of the visible. But in the hidden bones of the earth, Erya has forged a secret. A device whispered of in outlawed legends—a dark bulb. A sphere that doesn’t emit, but erases. A creation not of light, but of its absence. And when she dares to activate it, even for a breath, the impossible happens. The light dies. In the perfect silence of that void, something ancient awakens. A presence patient beyond time, waiting beyond the brilliance. Now, hunted by the Assembly, haunted by what she has unleashed, Erya begins a journey to bring night back to the world. But the dark is not empty. And the truth it holds may unmake everything she seeks to save.

The tale of the knight in shining armor rescuing the trapped princess from the clutches of an evil monster. Together, they ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. A theme as old as time. One that has been around since the dawn of stories. But what if the princess stuck behind bars is the monster? What if behind their beautiful and graceful facade, is a heart of cruelty devoid of all compassion and sympathy? This the tale of a knight who wishes to escape his master without knowing how his actions impact everyone around him. Author's Note: Kudos to Gemini AI for providing me with this image. This is just the concept art, nothing official for MC.

In the realm of Gaffe, where sunset hues of crimson and gold danced across the sky, four vast continents sprawled, each boasting distinct landscapes and climates. The realm's 20% landmass was a tapestry of diversity, contrasted by the remaining 80% of turbulent oceans. Legends whispered among the people spoke of ancient relics hidden across the realm, waiting to be unearthed. These artifacts were said to hold immense power, fueling the dreams of many. for more details and illustration join me in telegram . https://t.me/ataleoflegacy