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Beyond The Blaze: Ashes Of Vengeance

Born as a normal person, grew up as a fierce magic user and sword wielder. Akirion started tackling the dungeons, one by one, gathering information about the demon lord that was the reason for his parents's death when he was 10 and also learning about the monsters that filled the world like water. On the road of revenge and learning, he gets 3 friends to help him on that journey; each one of them had a reason for killing monsters and destroying dungeons. His friends are girls from the magic school that he joined when he was 13. After 2 years he left the school, and they followed him. Their names are Elina, Emma, and Emily. He was also joined by another girl from the guild later on. All of his friends are not good at fighting, and their mana drains faster. Akirion trains them while he also trains himself. They escaped the beginner class and went for a pro class. They all became the fierce adventurers in the NON-MONSTER FEDERAL GUILD. They had opponents like 1. undead (skeletons) 2. Goblins 3. Wolves 4. Elves 5. Drais Then the two unmentioned races. In their revenge game, they destroyed a lot of dungeons until monsters ended up attacking people just from nowhere. Chaos rose up in the villages and cities. What will they do? Then there are more questions, like: Why are there 7 races of monsters? Why did the demon lord kill Akirion's parents in the first place? Why does the demon lord want Akirion to be killed? Why will monsters get massively promoted for just killing Akirion? What's BEYOND Akirion's BLAZE All the questions will be answered in the story. For better understanding of what happened from his birth to 15 years of age, read our first book. BEYOND THE BLAZE We have a Discord server for discussions, interaction, and more. Join here https://discord.gg/F7AmEJRDWV
J_J_writing · 1.1k Views

The exodia saga:Against the world

"What if the empires are against me? The game’s protagonist is against me? The heroines are against me? The world itself is against me?" "…Who cares? I’ll crush them all to death." Ion Drakis regains a part of his lost soul, along with memories of his other self: Alfred Nite, who lived in another world. He discovers that his world has turned into a game in a place called Earth. He uncovers his fate, and the fate of a world that threatens his life and the lives of those he cares about. Watch Ion Drakis defy death again and again, crushing anyone who stands in his way to achieve his goal—protecting the people he loves. . . . For those wondering what kind of protagonist he is: the protagonist is good, yes, but he's not a saint. He's arrogant and conceited, but his arrogance only surfaces with the strong, not the weak. His inability to use mana is a problem that will be resolved in future chapters, meaning he will use mana in upcoming chapters.... "In this novel, I won't say it will be perfect. I won't say it will be this or that. But I will say one thing: this novel will not be something that underestimates the readers' minds. I started this novel for myself before I started it for the readers. I will evolve with each and every chapter, so please bear with me... And note: this novel will not contain R-18 content, explicit scenes, or sexual innuendos, and I will not present any foolish romances. So if you are looking for these things, I'm sorry, my friend — this novel is not meant for you."
Nor_Nor_3814 · 2.8k Views

Chained To The Vampire Lord

It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway. Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has long been abolished... for the most part. But when Hiln falls on hard times, she finds herself working within the castle walls of the highest-ranking vampire nobles. Disguised as a vampire servant, her borrowed time runs out when Hiln catches the attention of the most vile Lord among them. Rather than killing her, he claims the human woman as his pet. And nothing will prepare her for the desire and chaos that is to follow. _ His tongue drove deeper. A broken whimper nearly escaped me. “Stop…” He only groaned against me, the low vibration shooting straight through me like lightning. His fingers dug bruises into my thighs, spreading me obscenely wider as he licked a long, filthy stripe along my entrance. “I said stop!” I yanked his head back violently. Silver eyes met mine. His lips and chin smeared obscenely with my arousal, a thin, glistening strand still connecting his mouth to my swollen, pulsing flesh. He held my gaze. Then, he shoved himself back in and dragged the flat of his tongue over me in one long, lazy stroke. Pleasure detonated through me like shattered glass. My thighs clamped around his head as I came hard, hips jerking against his face while wave after wave ripped through me. I slammed my hand over my mouth to smother the sob tearing from my throat, body convulsing, broken and trembling as he kept licking, kept sucking, milking every last brutal pulse until I was oversensitive and ruined. He finally pulled back and rose to his feet, that ugly smile on his lips. I slapped him with every ounce of fury in my body. The crack of my palm against his cheek echoed off the marble. His head snapped sideways. When he turned back, blood welled bright red at the corner of his split lip. His tongue slid out, dragging slowly through the blood and the glistening mess of my release still coating his chin. He tasted both, his eyes never leaving mine. “You taste better when you’re angry,” he murmured, voice rough and low, laced with dark amusement. I glared up at him, my chest heaving. My core still pulsed with aftershocks, thighs sticky with evidence of my body’s betrayal. I wanted to claw that smug expression off his face. I wanted to kill him. Content Warning: This story contains dark themes, including sex, abuse, violence, and morally grey characters. Reader discretion advised.
Anaise_Silverstri · 4.2k Views

The Mad Artist :Ian's Crimson Gallery

"In the world of art, colors are just a tool… but in my world, pain is the only pigment that never fades." Ian was called the “miracle of his generation”—a brilliant painter with the ability to capture human emotions in his works with terrifying precision. But his talent attracted the greed of the “snakes” who ruled the city. Four figures of power—a critic, a billionaire, a corrupt general, and an unjust judge—destroyed his life in a single night. They burned his studio with his family inside, and with cold calculation, they severed the tendons of his left hand and dragged him into prison on a false charge. They wanted to kill the artist within him—but instead, they created something far more terrifying. After five years of darkness and isolation, Ian returned from hell. His body was covered in scars, his left hand permanently bandaged, but his right eye no longer saw the world as humans do… it saw them as “unfinished canvases.” Thanks to his “Hyper Artist’s Eye,” Ian could see the sins of his enemies flowing through their veins like liquid colors, waiting to be extracted. Now, Ian has opened his secret studio beneath the ruins of his past. He will no longer paint landscapes. Every victim among his enemies will become the “primary color” of his next masterpiece. He will cut, dissect, and arrange their bodies into breathtaking artistic compositions that leave the police in a state of terror and disbelief. As the detective Suleiman hunts this “phantom” who turns crime scenes into horrifying art galleries, he finds himself questioning: Is Ian merely a deranged sadistic killer? Or the only honest artist in a world of lies… an artist who writes the truth in blood? “Welcome to my private exhibition… prepare yourselves, for your role in the canvas has begun``
mummyu · 2.6k Views