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Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 325.7k Views

Pursuit Of Immortality: Conquering Ten Thousand Goddesses

Weirner Schneider hated death, so he was always thoroughly careful with his life. He didn’t have it all, but he had enough not to complain. He even had a car he bought without any mortgage plan. So dying was the least he expected. And certainly not from a truck that flew all the way to the tenth floor and crashed into his office. Just like that, his peaceful days came to an end, and he found himself in a hardcore mythical world, where dying was as easy as breathing, in the body of an orphan named Wei Shi Lan. Determined to live a comfortable life here, Wei Shi Lan began to tread the path of a Daoist. Along the way, he discovered a unique ancient cultivation technique that allowed him to harvest the purest form of energy in existence through the copulation of divine yin and yang. With this technique… cheating death was possible, even though the requirements were beyond absurd: Conquering and collecting the Divine Yin energy of ten thousand goddesses through dual cultivation. He fought for his goal and eventually reached the benchmark of conquering one thousand goddesses after two hundred years. But before he could celebrate his victory, Shi Lan was betrayed by one of the goddesses — the one he trusted most. The realms below Heaven and the ones above it collided to kill the despicable Shi Lan. With his final breath, he destroyed them all at the highest mountain peak of the Martial Realm. What Wei Shi Lan did not expect was that he would wake up in the body of his younger self, ten years after that event. And this time, he awakened with the precious reward he had obtained after conquering one thousand goddesses in bed. The Heaven-Defying Demon had been slaughtered. Peace reigned across the seven realms. But little did they know that the stealer of wives, the only husband of all the goddesses and maidens of the heavens was slowly sharpening his blade. Armed with a Dao-Devouring Nascent Soul, he would continue his pursuit of immortality and return to make their wives chase him. But first, he would teach that backstabbing goddess a very good lesson.
Hate_the_author · 376 Views

Rejected by Four Mates: Awakening of the Silver Wolf

In a world where supernatural bloodlines rule and power determines worth, Nyx Vaeloria is nothing. No wolf. No magic. No fangs. Born a rare tribrid… part vampire, part witch, part werewolf… Nyx should have been extraordinary. Instead, she is the only student at the most prestigious supernatural academy who possesses none of the abilities her blood promises. But powerlessness is not the only thing that follows her. Nyx grew up with one rumor shadowing her every step. She killed her twin. When Nyx and her sister Eira were nine years old, Eira died under mysterious circumstances. What began as tragedy quickly turned into whispers across supernatural territories: the wolfless twin murdered the stronger one out of jealousy. No one ever proved it. But no one ever defended Nyx either. Now eighteen, Nyx is forced to attend the academy built for the most powerful supernatural beings… werewolves, witches, and vampires. To them, she is nothing more than a mistake. A powerless girl who should never have existed. But fate has other plans. Because the moment Nyx steps inside the academy walls, the impossible happens. She triggers a mate bond with four of the most powerful men in the academy. Thorne Corvin… half werewolf, half human, and the boy who was once Nyx’s best friend… and her first love. Elion Virel… half werewolf, half witch, the charming manipulator whose effortless smile hides dangerous secrets. Ashriel Tavien… half vampire, half werewolf, a cold predator who seems to despise every living being. Asher Tavien… Ashriel’s brother, a feared academy professor who should never have been bound to a student. Four powerful men. Four impossible bonds. And the moment they discover who their mate truly is… They reject her. To them, Nyx is nothing more than the wolfless girl rumored to have murdered her own sister. But what none of them realize is that the prophecy the supernatural world fears has already begun to awaken. Because legends are not born from perfection. They are born from loss. From rage. From blood. As Nyx struggles to survive rejection, enemies, the cruelty of the academy, and the haunting memory of the sister she lost, something ancient begins to stir deep within her. Because the Silver Wolf was ever meant to be gentle. And when Nyx finally rises… The world that mocked her, rejected her, and feared her will learn a terrifying truth. The rumor they whispered about her for years… Was never entirely a lie. Some monsters are not created. They are awakened. Discord: weirdnotnormal
Weïrd · 10.1k Views

My Blood Belongs to Them

Elara has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary. No past. No memories beyond what her father chose to tell her. No family, except for the quiet man who raised her far away from everything—and everyone. The only piece of her mother she has ever known is a silver locket she has worn since childhood, a fragile reminder of a life lost in a fire she cannot remember. A fire that took everything. Or so she was told. But ordinary lives don’t come with shadows that feel alive. They don’t come with instincts that whisper danger before it arrives. And they certainly don’t come with monsters watching from the dark. Everything changes the night Elara takes the wrong path home. What she sees should be impossible—a man feeding on another under the cover of darkness, something inhuman in the way he moves, in the way he looks at blood like it’s life itself. Terrified, she runs. But fear makes mistakes, and mistakes make noise. And noise… gets you noticed. When the vampire realizes she was there—watching—he does something that should not be possible. He hesitates. Because he didn’t sense her. Didn’t hear her. Didn’t smell her. To a creature that hunts by instinct, that alone is enough to make her dangerous. Or irresistible. What should have been a quick kill turns into something else entirely. Curiosity. Obsession. Hunger sharpened by the unknown. Because Elara is the first human he has ever encountered who feels like… nothing. And yet, somehow, everything. Before he can decide what to do with her, something else intervenes. Something stronger. Wilder. A man with golden eyes and a presence that feels like a storm barely contained. A wolf. He arrives not as a savior—but as something equally dangerous. Territorial. Protective. Possessive in a way that makes no sense for someone who has just met her. But the moment he looks at Elara, something shifts. Not recognition. Not exactly. But close enough to be terrifying. Now caught between two predators, Elara is thrust into a world she never knew existed—one ruled by blood, instinct, and ancient rivalries between creatures that were never meant to coexist. Vampires, who crave control and power. Werewolves, who live by instinct and loyalty. And somewhere between them… Her. Because as much as she wants to run, to escape, to return to the life she thought she had— They won’t let her. The vampire is drawn to her in a way he cannot explain. Her presence defies his nature, disrupts his senses, and ignites a hunger deeper than blood. He tells himself it’s curiosity. It’s not. The wolf feels it too—but differently. Where the vampire sees mystery, the wolf feels something primal. A pull that settles deep in his bones, urging him to protect, to claim, to keep her close at all costs. Even if she doesn’t belong to his world. Even if she doesn’t understand why. As tensions rise between them, Elara finds herself trapped in a dangerous game she doesn’t understand—one where she is both the prize and the secret. Because the truth about her isn’t just hidden from the world. It was hidden from her. The locket she wears… isn’t just a memory. It’s a seal. A protection. A lie. And the more time she spends near them, the more that protection begins to weaken. Strange things start to happen. Unexplainable feelings. Flickers of something beneath her skin. Moments where the world feels sharper, louder, more alive than it should. Like something inside her is waking up. Something that was never meant to be found. But the real danger isn’t just what she is. It’s what her blood means. Because in a world where power is everything, Elara’s existence could change the balance between species. Her blood is not just rare. It’s coveted. Addictive. Dangerous. The kind of power that could make monsters fall… or destroy everything they are. And now that she has been seen— She cannot be unseen. The vampire wants her. The wolf refuses to let her go. And neither of them is willing to walk away.
Lilian_Mateo · 1.3k Views

Evolution: From Calamity To Accursed Calamity

A realm was formed when two different universes were connected. A realm that spanned for dozens of galaxies in diameter. In time chaos, death and disorder spread through the whole realm, and from these mentioned elements came a completely new race of beings, which the lifeforms of the two universes termed as calamity. Most were as savage, unintelligent in nature but there were some, stronger ones who were born with sentience, intelligence! The calamities hated it as their home was ravaged by war and their kind was hunted because of greed, as they were seen as nothing but resources by the outsiders to either consume or tame! However, despite of everything, they couldn't do anything, as if they had a few strongs, than the outsiders had many on many strongs. The massive realm had become the main focus of all the main powers of the two universes. it had become a main ground where three different powers fought on a daily basis in every corner of the realm. Every day there were Divine Entities that fell to their doom, but every day there were also many how ascended to The opportunities and the resources were abundant, along with the dangers and death that came hand in hand with them. Meanwhile, in such an environment, a weak calamity was born in some far corner of the realm, away from the real dangers, yet still not, because even though, he had sentience, he was born weak and ignorant. Only born with the superficial knowledge: that his kind was hunted, and he should get stronger as soon as possible if he wants to survive in this realm, and not become nourishment for someone else. Nonetheless, though born weakest as a rank 1 calamity, he had something special that not many had. An absurdly and illogically strong ability, another absurdly strong ability and another strong ability. However, it was still unknown, if these abilities were even strong enough to make him survive, let alone make him strong, stronger than anybody else, or perhaps strong enough to make him climb to the top. [Note: The MC is indeed born with strong abilities, however that doesn't mean those abilities will make him insanely stronger from the start! No, instead to become strong and peerless, he would have to work for it, and suffer for it! Only then would he be worthy enough to be called ] ... *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Ainzzol · 646 Views