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Vane: The Aether Devourer

​In an empire where noble blood manifests as glorious soul weapons—blades of roaring fire and hammers of raging lightning—Vane awakened a rusted, broken dagger. ​As the bastard son of King Vorian, his awakening was the ultimate joke. A stain on the invincible Ten Pillars. Deemed a worthless anomaly, he was left to rot in the shadows. ​But when the Royal Family sends an assassin to silence him for good, resulting in his mother's tragic death, Vane discovers the terrifying truth behind his "trash" weapon. ​The rust isn't decay. It’s a seal. His dagger doesn't channel Aether. It devours it. ​Now, bound to Lysandra—the impossibly beautiful, ancient Empress of a forgotten bloodline residing within his soul—Vane is thrown into the ruthless Obsidian Academy. He has no army, no noble backing, and no flashy magic. ​Just a rusted blade, a cold, Machiavellian mind, and a bottomless void in his chest. ​He will bow to the Queen. He will smile at the arrogant Crown Prince. He will play the perfect, harmless pawn on his father's chessboard. ​Until he devours them all. ​[What to Expect from this Novel:] Cold, Calculated & Highly Intelligent MC Hidden OP Power: Weak to Strong progression with a terrifying, devouring cheat ability. Academy Arc & Deep Political Intrigue: Factions, betrayals, and surviving among arrogant nobles. Ancient Mystery & A Deadly Mentor: A mysterious, top-tier female entity guiding his path. No Naive Heroics: Pure, calculated revenge and Machiavellian schemes.
Yubura · 1.4k Views

Reborn as the Apocalypse: My Divine Harem and The Omega Exchange

I am not a man. I am the Cycle itself — the eternal engine of Destruction and Rebirth that has turned since before this universe drew its first breath. In the previous eon, I was betrayed. The women I called soulmates. The generals I called brothers. They drained my Genesis Core, detonated my Laws, and reduced an entire civilization to cosmic dust — with my own power. Now I've been reborn into a mortal shell in this recovering world, where Aetheric energy is just beginning to stir. My memories are fractured. My divine laws are stolen. And the apocalyptic toxin festering inside this body threatens to detonate and wipe out this new era before I even begin. My only anchor is the Omega Exchange — an ancient entity bound to my soul, dormant for eons, now awakening in the shadows of the world's most powerful lie: The Temple of Holy Radiance. The foolish masses worship their Temple gods. They don't know that the god the Temple originally served — was me. To survive, I must walk two paths simultaneously: Flesh — to suppress the Destruction that wants to consume me. Soul — to ignite the Rebirth that will restore what was taken. The women of this world are no longer equals in my eyes: Some are Fuel — parasites wearing holy masks. Good for nothing but raw energy to be burned. Some are Vessels — beautiful, but hollow. Their only purpose is to absorb my violence. No attachments. No mercy. Some are Resonants — rare souls that echo the abyss. I conquer their minds long before I claim their flesh. And then there are the ten. Apex-Tier. Singular. Irreplaceable. Each carrying a fragment of a Genesis Law — my Laws, stolen from me in my past life. I will unmask every traitor hiding in the Temple's shadow. I will violently reclaim every fragment of what is mine. And when the last Law is restored and the last enemy is dust — The Cycle will begin again. Under my rule. Forever. Those who submit will reign. Those who deceive me will be reduced to nothing. The Omega Exchange is open. Step inside.
Aetherion_Vael · 15.1k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** This story contains scenes of extreme physical violence and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. The groom walked heavily across the veranda floor. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hànyuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress was visible in the dark room, lit only by the candle. Her eyes were full of sadness; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hànyuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exhilarating night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hànyuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The quiet room was broken by the loud sound of wood breaking. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hànyuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hànyuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. While drops of dark blood had splashed onto Hànyuè's skirt, she let out a loud, and piercing scream. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼) is deeply in love with the noblewoman Hànyuè, but tough political obstacles stand in the way of them being together. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a dangerous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 28.4k Views

The Villain's Story

Three Souls lay in one body, One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all. And He lost it all, tricked and manipulated from the time he was a child. The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world in his own universe. A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning. He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release. And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself. And the Third? The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead. He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, yet he manipulated space. His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body. His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos. His enemies were greater than one could count. His luck is worse than shit. And yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above. He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny. ---------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE
Blazuku · 2.7m Views

Vivaricus

"The age of humanity is dead. The nuclear winter has begun, and the Pureblood Lords, wearing the sky like a cloak, have ascended to their thrones from the depths of the night." The world is no longer as you know it. For humanity gasping under radioactive winds, the biotopia zones called Vivaricus are not sanctuaries; they are the grandest slaughterhouses of the vampire aristocracy. Here, tomorrows do not exist, and power is measured solely by the number of "Human Pets" one owns. THE THREE LAWS OF VIVARICUS ASSET-The moment you are chosen, you cease to be human. You are an "Exquisite Asset"—cleaned, powdered, and "tamed" to serve the every whim of your master. You are a collector's item in a cage of silk and steel. SYSTEM-Your will is not your own. Before your first breath, biometric lenses were embedded in your eyes. System protocols reprogram your pain threshold, sensory sensitivity, and even your allergies according to your master’s desires. SUBMISSION- Whether a shelter rat or a fallen pop star, the system does not care. Within the obsidian walls of Vivaricus, only one truth echoes. "Submit to your master, or become a pile of protein in the kitchens." At the apex sit the Pureblood Lords—massive, two-meter-tall deities with faces of haunting perfection. To them, humans are fresh venison served in lily pools, playthings to be heard moaning in pain, and "fish in an aquarium" to be watched and fed for sport. Even rebels like Dorian find their very nerves hacked by the system. When the code takes over, hatred blurs into artificial love, and vengeance into absolute obedience. Vivaricus is where you carry your own prison in your heart. In this dark dystopia, blood does not just grant life; it signs the contract of the most brutal slavery.
SılaEbru · 1.1k Views

I Transmigrated Into the Wrong Novel as the Perverted Dragon Prince

So, here's the deal. You know that cliché where a guy gets hit by a truck and ends up in a fantasy world? Well, I wished for that to happen. I actually hoped for a head-on collision with Truck-Kun, but fate had other ideas, and it turned into one heck of a hilarious journey. I kept trying to make it happen. I'd dramatically throw myself in front of speeding trucks, but you won't believe what happened. Every single time, those monstrous vehicles came to a screeching halt or pulled off some crazy last-minute maneuver, leaving me unscathed and bewildered. But my wild ride didn't end there. One day, I was reading a completely normal novel, lost in the story, and then I fell asleep, still clutching the book. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in my room anymore. Nope, I was inside the very novel I had been reading. And now, brace yourselves for the wild part. In this novel, I had not one, not two, but six sisters, each more beautiful than the last. And as if that wasn't enough, I had two mothers who were the strongest of their race. Sounds pretty awesome, right? Well, hold on. You won't believe how they greeted me. "No! Don't take off your clothes in front of me," I'd stutter, wondering if I'd become the pervert of this story. But one of my sisters, the boldest of the bunch, had a sly grin. "Don't be like this, brother. We know you also want to do it, right?" Huh? Well, yeah, but... let's just say things got even crazier from there. ........ [Note: If you want pure smut, which happens every 2nd chapter then it isn't for you. I will make relationship with one 'Woman' at a time and take my time building Chemistry and character growth before moving to another one.]
FightLoveSystem · 24.1k Views