revenge

In 2031, a dying star fragment threatened to end all life on Earth. The world united, built the New World Bombs, and shattered it in time — but the explosion rained Starlight particles down on every living thing, giving every human being on the planet an ability. Every human being except one. Mars has lived his entire life in Ashveil Orphanage knowing he is different. His assessment came back a perfect ten — the highest score possible — but no one could feel a single trace of power in him. No ability. No presence. Just a number that means nothing and a file full of incident reports from the kids who made sure he knew it. When a retired soldier named Aldric shows up specifically requesting him — not the kids with impressive abilities, not the rising stars — Mars is given a choice that isn't really a choice. Utopia City. Two years to prepare. Then the Academy, where the world's most powerful people learn to become more powerful.

[Warning: MATURED CONTENT 18+] Celeste Vechi has spent ten years living for one thing—revenge. After the Cosa Nostra slaughtered her family before her eyes, she infiltrates the powerful Giordano Mafia family under a false identity, determined to destroy them from the inside. But revenge becomes dangerous when she finds herself drawn to the one man she should hate the most—her husband’s psychotic brother. Excerpts; “We can’t be doing this,” I warn, my breathing coming off more shallow than I’d like. My nerves spike, high on adrenaline, my half-lidded eyes darting around the darkened hallway in alert. “I’m your brother’s wife.” The claws of guilt have never gripped this tight. His silence is ominous. I fear it. His huge frame casts shadows over me, sinful lips leaving goosebumps behind with every trail on my skin. “That can be solved with just one bullet,” he croons, an icy threat lacing his words. Terror seizes my chest; my stomach drops with a sickening plop. Fear grips me as it clicks—he’s not bluffing. He’s capable of doing worse.

Everyone satisfactory summoned a sacred bone dragon. Lucian Valentine got a skeleton that couldn't stand up. Three ribs missing. Crooked neck. Zero magical affinity. The Empire's top academy called it the worst summoning in recorded history, stripped his genius medal on the spot, and exiled him to a graveyard at the edge of the world. They didn't check why his surgical scalpel couldn't scratch its surface. Lucian did. What he found beneath the grey bone wasn't weakness—it was architecture. A frame so dense it shattered mithril tools. A hidden rune that matched a design in his private journal, page 7—a page no one had ever read. And a hollow chamber inside the skull, tuned to the exact frequency of his heartbeat. This skeleton wasn't summoned at random. It was sent to him. Now, in a wasteland of bone dust and howling dead, armed with a broken scalpel and the kind of stubbornness that gets scientists killed, Lucian will do what the Empire said was impossible: Build a masterpiece out of what they threw away. One rune at a time. No system. No stats. No cheat skills. Just a man, a skeleton, and the scientific method—applied to the dead.

He won her in a bidding war. She expected chains. Instead, he offered chaos, and something dangerously close to freedom. Anastasia was raised in the temple, carved from childhood with sacred runes. Each one a blood-soaked tribute to the gods she never chose. A weapon, a symbol, a prize passed from hand to hand, a body to be used and sold. When the temples auction her off, she’s prepared to survive whatever comes next. She’s not prepared for him. Malvor, the God of Chaos, is all smirks and swagger, crowned in mischief and dressed like temptation itself. But beneath the theatrics is a being hiding his own scars. Some emotional, some eternal. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants fire, challenge and most dangerous of all her. And Anastasia? She’s done playing the part of the willing doll. She’s dangerous, defiant, and not afraid to bite the hand that tries to claim her. Now, caught in a realm where illusions have teeth and gods play games with mortal lives, the only thing more reckless than trusting Malvor… is falling for him. This isn’t a love story. It’s healing wrapped in heat. It’s trauma, chaos, and slow, aching desire. It starts with a woman who was never meant to survive. But did. And came back sharper.

"In a world without heroes, surviving is the Ultimate DEAD." A grey world where the living fear death and the dead fear him, one man walks through carnage with unmatched power. Every step leaves destruction in his wake, and no army, no saint, no knight can stand against him. This is the story of WALKING ON DEAD—where humanity faces the consequences of pride, guilt, and the unstoppable force of a single man.

"Sign here, Miss Parker. One year of your life for five million dollars." Grace Parker has exactly forty-seven dollars in her checking account, a broken oven in her tiny apartment, and dreams of opening her own bakery someday. What she doesn't have is any patience for arrogant rich men who think money solves everything. Enter Ryan Brooks, billionaire heir and the most insufferable customer who ever walked into her diner. He needs a wife. Not just any wife, but specifically Grace, because his dying father has one final demand: marry the girl from the diner, or lose a twelve-billion-dollar inheritance. Ryan thinks Grace is a gold-digger who manipulated his father. Grace thinks Ryan is a spoiled brat who's never worked an honest day in his life. But five million dollars could change everything for Grace, and Ryan refuses to let his father's fortune go to his backstabbing cousins. The deal is simple. Twelve months. Separate bedrooms. No feelings. Just act like the perfect wife in public while counting down the days until they can divorce and never see each other again. But nobody warned Grace that living with Ryan means facing his vicious society friends who see her as an intruder. Nobody told Ryan that his contract wife bakes cookies at midnight, stands up to bullies without flinching, and makes him laugh for the first time in years. When scandal erupts and secrets from both their pasts explode into the present, Grace and Ryan discover something terrifying: the contract has an end date, but what they feel for each other doesn't. Some agreements are made on paper. Others are written in the heart. And breaking this contract might hurt more than either of them can survive.

"Marry me for three years. After that, you're free. Twenty million dollars for you, and your father's company stays alive. Simple transaction." Sophie Chen didn't plan to sell her future to save her past. But when her family's business collapses and her father's health spirals, she's out of options. The offer comes from Daniel Stone, the ruthless CEO of Stone Industries, a man she's never met but whose reputation is legendary. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. The marriage certificate is signed. The contract is crystal clear. No love. No emotional involvement. No crossing the line. But living in Daniel's penthouse isn't like the sterile arrangement they agreed to. He's not the villain she expected. The way he listens when she talks, the small kindnesses hidden beneath his icy exterior, the hours they spend talking after midnight when he thinks she's asleep, hidden by the glow of the city lights. Three years suddenly feels too long and not nearly enough. Sophie falls slowly, then all at once. She hides it perfectly. Until the night she sees Daniel at an exclusive charity event with Victoria Mills, his childhood best friend, a billionaire's daughter who looks at him like she owns him. And the way Daniel doesn't pull away sends Sophie's world shattering. When photos hit every gossip column in New York, Sophie realizes the cruel truth: the contract was always temporary. Daniel was always meant to be someone else's forever. And she was just the placeholder wife, the bridge between his past and his intended future. But Sophie Chen didn't survive her family's collapse just to disappear quietly. She's going to remind Daniel Stone exactly what he's giving up. And she's going to make him regret ever teaching her what love feels like.

Olivia Chen needed money. Adrian Kess needed a wife. Three years. A contract. No feelings. It sounded simple when her family's business collapsed and Adrian Kess, the ruthless billionaire who'd crushed her father's dreams years ago, offered a solution: marry him, play his wife at galas and business functions, and walk away with enough money to save everything she loved. She didn't plan to fall in love with him. Adrian was supposed to be heartless. Cold. Someone she could hate while pocketing his money. But three years of sleeping in separate rooms didn't stop her from noticing how he checked on her, how his stone face cracked when she smiled, how he protected her from the cruelty of his world with a fierceness that terrified her. She learned his silences meant more than words. She learned he was lonely in the exact same way she was. When their contract was almost complete, Olivia dared to hope he might feel something real for her too. Then Adrian was spotted out with Victoria Ashford, his beautiful, powerful childhood best friend. Laughing together. Touching. The way he never touched Olivia, not outside the carefully arranged photo ops. The contract was ending anyway. She had no claim on him. No right to feel shattered. But Adrian had made a deal to protect Olivia's heart. He just didn't know it was already his to break. What happens when a contract expires and the lines between fake and real blur beyond recognition?

Rachel Smith’s wedding day went exactly as planned. If the plan was to watch her fiancé marry her step-sister, get framed for treason, and become the kingdom’s most wanted criminal. While running for her life, Rachel accidentally summons a demon king named Mal and binds them together for one year with a blood contract. Mal promises to help her clear her name and destroy everyone who betrayed her. In return, Rachel agreed to give him whatever he asks for when the time comes. He refuses to say what that is. Which is probably fine. …Right?

She was left to die, wasn't she? The world had forsake her hadn't they? They had corrupted her kind little heart only desiring to live a happy life. Since her birth she was cursed, yet others called it a blessing. They wanted to use her as a weapon. The angel of death had come to liberate them from their sufferings. This time around it would be a one-sided slaughter.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"

​"I betrayed the only man who stayed faithful to me, and died by the hand of the father I worshipped." ​Olivia Luceron was the perfect tool. For years, she acted as a spy within her own marriage, feeding her father secrets to dismantle her husband’s power. Her reward? A cold dungeon, a mutilated body, and a walk of shame through the empire’s streets. ​Her husband, Duke Matthias, whom she treated with nothing but icy indifference, died protecting her. Her father, whom she gave her soul to, was the one who ordered her torture. ​Now, Olivia has returned. ​The platinum hair she lost is back. The scars on her chest have vanished. And Matthias is still alive. ​She doesn't seek his forgiveness. She doesn't even seek his love. In this life, Olivia has only one goal: to use her position as the Duchess to systematically destroy her family from within. ​But as she navigates a world of lethal poisons and haunting shadows, she realizes that the road to redemption is paved with agony. She will be the "Perfect Wife" this time—a mask of ice to hide a heart of fire. ​"Dear Father, you taught me how to be a monster. It’s only fair that I show you what I’ve learned." ​[Community Alert] ​Join our official Discord server to discuss the latest chapters and share your theories! https://discord.gg/g7ZPdqfnH

In my world, mercy is a death sentence. And Rachel just signed hers with a smile. ​Alexis Vicini is a predator who doesn't leave witnesses. But when he finds Rachel Rainieri at a crime scene, he doesn't pull the trigger. Instead of begging, she wipes the blood from his face with a terrifying calmness. ​Now, she’s his captive. His trophy. His darkest obsession. But Rachel isn't just a victim; she’s a Rainieri with a secret that could burn the Vicini empire to ashes. Alexis thinks he’s the hunter, but he’s just walked into a golden cage with a woman more dangerous than his own shadow. ​I own you, Rachel. But I’m starting to think that’s exactly what you wanted.

Four years ago, Evelyn Ashford made a mistake that would haunt her forever. As a trusted FBI agent, she mishandled the investigation of Adams Hayes, an accused man who was innocent. He came to her with evidence proving his innocence, but before she could act, he died by suicide. In despair and fearing the consequences, Evelyn destroyed the evidence and buried the secret, choosing to protect her career and reputation over justice. Since then, every award, every press celebration, every compliment has been a reminder of the life she failed to save — yet she wears a flawless, carefully crafted smile. Now, her next assignment brings her face-to-face with Silas Montclair, a powerful, enigmatic mafia heir suspected of financial crimes. Silas isn’t just a target — he is the only man who knows her darkest secret. He doesn’t just threaten her career; he threatens her very soul. To survive, Evelyn must obey his rules, hide every trace of his illicit dealings, and endure a contract that binds her success to his control. Every smile she wears hides the trembling heart beneath; every move is a careful negotiation between power and survival. As she navigates this treacherous world of high-stakes crime, blackmail, and corporate domination, something unexpected happens: attraction sparks in the shadows of danger, and trust becomes as dangerous as deceit. When the past resurfaces — the real culprit behind Adams Hayes’s death is finally revealed — Evelyn and Silas must confront secrets, lies, and truths that could destroy them both. In a world where wealth dazzles, power seduces, and secrets can kill, Evelyn must choose: protect herself and live in fear, or confront the darkness and risk everything for love, justice, and redemption. A story of ambition, guilt, forbidden desire, and relentless suspense — welcome to Splendid Melancholy.

What would happen if the Emperor of Mankind and His Primarchs were forced to watch verified records of the Imperium’s future together? They would witness the deaths of loyal heroes, the betrayal and downfall of brothers, the true nature of the Warp, and a distant future where the Imperium survives only through stagnation and sacrifice. Faced with this forbidden knowledge, the Emperor and His sons must decide whether to tighten control, defy fate, or accept inevitability—and whether knowing the future can prevent catastrophe, or only hasten it. (This story is written by a new author out of love for Warhammer. It focuses primarily on the Imperium and the Primarchs.)

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

The Empire erased my clan in a single night. Not because we rebelled. Not because we betrayed anyone. But because our bloodline possessed a power the Empire feared. Revenge is my only purpose. Power is my only path. I will become the strongest assassin. And when I face the Emperor… He will learn what despair truly means.

On the night she was destined to become Luna, Aurora Lane’s world shatters in betrayal and blood. Her rise from death should have been her victory, but resurrection comes with secrets that cut deeper than any blade. Cloaked in a new identity, she must return to her pack; where enemies wear familiar faces, forbidden desires burn hotter than loyalty, and every truth uncovered threatens to destroy the ones she loves. But Aurora’s greatest battle isn’t against outsiders; it’s against the ties of blood itself. Sisters turned rivals. Love tested by lies. A legacy drenched in jealousy and vengeance that stretches far beyond her own lifetime. The Moon chose her to lead. Fate demands she survive. But when family becomes the deadliest enemy… How do you fight a war where blood is both the weapon and the chain? ### Dive into The Twin Luna: The Third Crescent today and uncover the secrets that could break or bind destiny itself.

Murong Jin is the empire’s undefeated goddess of war. On the battlefield, she has crushed every enemy, earning glory, power, and the fear of her foes. But her greatest challenge awaits in the capital—not an enemy army, but an imperial decree. Her reward for victory is not honor, but a forced marriage to the Fifth Prince, Xue Liulan. To the world, he is the useless prince—a tyrant of taverns and gambling halls, drunk, shameless, and disgraced. To her, he is humiliation incarnate. Yet beneath his mask of vice and laziness lurks something dangerous. Behind the smile of a wastrel hides a man with sharp fangs: a secret vendetta, a war fought in the dark, and ambitions that could shake the throne itself. Now, the empire’s strongest general is bound to its most despised prince. One seeks freedom, the other revenge. But in the palace, where every smile hides a blade, their union will light the fuse that could consume the dynasty. Can Murong Jin tame her useless tyrant husband—or will she find herself trapped in his deadly game?

On the night of her fifth wedding anniversary, Seraphina Vale dies watching her husband smile over a glass of champagne he knows she will never finish. When she opens her eyes again, she is standing in her childhood bedroom, staring at her untouched wedding gown. It is the day before she marries Adrian Hawthorne, the charming billionaire who will one day steal her family’s company, ruin her father’s legacy, and leave her bleeding on a marble staircase while his mistress calls it an accident. This time, Seraphina does not walk down the aisle. Instead, she signs a contract marriage with Adrian’s greatest rival Lucien Ashford, the ruthless CEO who was destroyed and bankrupted by Adrian in her previous life. Lucien wants revenge, Seraphina wants justice, and their marriage is supposed to be a transaction but as she guides him through corporate traps she already remembers, and he shields her from dangers she once faced alone, cold calculation begins to feel dangerously close to devotion. Meanwhile, Adrian is unraveling. The woman who once loved him without question now looks at him like he is already a ghost, and he cannot understand why losing her feels like losing something he never knew was irreplaceable.