revenge

Could you survive living, eating, and training with mercenaries... as a child? An orphaned boy, named Milo, is left without a home after a tragic attack from the neighboring kingdom. With nowhere else to go and a charge for a crime he didn't commit, Milo is forced into training with some of the kingdom's best fighters as they prepare to meet their enemy on the battlefield. Throughout his journey, Milo travels across the world's seven layers, encounters mythological beasts, and gains strength he never imagined. Strange powers from monsters, Gods and Goddesses, and internal strength garnered through relentless encounters with death...

Hex Nocturne — The Man Who Lost Everything Six years ago, Hex Nocturne’s wife and children were slaughtered while he was away on a mission. No clues. No enemies. No truth. Only blood. For five years he hunted the unknown. For two more, he lived among humans—weak, kind creatures his wife once loved. But when monsters descend and ancient wars awaken… Hex rises again. Cold. Ruthless. Unstoppable. This is the story of a man who lost his family… And became something far worse than death.

In the Chaos City of Nolan Continent, there's a peculiar restaurant. Here, elves have to share tables with dwarves, orcs are strictly forbidden from making noise, dragons can only sit around the small square in front of the restaurant, and demons even need to bring their own special stools... Yet, despite these bizarre rules, a long line forms outside the restaurant every day. Elves eat skewers without regard for etiquette, dragons huddle around a hotpot with ladles in hand, and demons munch on adorable dumplings... "The food here is unlike anything else on the continent! This owner is a genius!" one customer commented, then secretly glanced towards the entrance: "And, whatever you do, don't even think about kidnapping the owner or trying to dine and dash, or you'll die a horrible death." "Eat and pay, or I'll kill you all." a cute little girl said in a sweet, childish voice, her gaze falling on a nearby dragon, causing the five or six meter tall dragon to shiver.

On her fourteenth birthday, Aurora watched her family being assassinated by a masked man with a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist. Six years later, weighed down by her comatose brother’s hospital bills, Aurora works at a BDSM club just to survive. One night, she comes face to face with a Masked Dom—a powerful man who bears the same scorpion tattoo in the exact same spot. Certain he is the monster who destroyed her life, Aurora accepts his offer to clear all her debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To her, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart. But things don’t go as planned. Instead of hatred, Aurora begins to fall in love with the masked man. And the game changes when Aurora lands a second job as the personal secretary to the Lycan King. The moment she meets him, her world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence. The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist. How could two men look so alike? Believing he is a completely different man, Aurora falls for him too. What Aurora doesn’t know is that the masked man she wants to kill, the masked man she loves, and the Lycan King she is falling for are all one man. PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays. PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

I died. Again. [System Notice: You have died.] The message appeared so often that I stopped reading it after a while. The font never changed. The tone was always polite. Death, apparently, had excellent customer service. Fire. Poison. Betrayal. Execution. Death and I had cleared every route together. [Cause of Death: Fatal.] By my tenth death, I was annoyed. By my thirtieth, bored. [Death Count: 876] [Tip: Avoid dying.] By the time I reached my hundredth death, the system stopped offering advice. [Death Count: 9870] [No tips available.] That was when I realized something was wrong. Or rather… Death itself was starting to give up. [System Error.] [Respawn Failed.] …Huh. Even Death, it seemed, gives up.

“I will not become the Duke devoured by madness… nor the son enslaved by his father’s shadow.” Whispers crawl through the ancient halls of Beaumont. Rumors of blood magic. Of betrayal. Of a Duke whose legacy rotted from within. Aldric de Beaumont—illegitimate heir and decorated captain of the royal knights—returns to his ancestral duchy to find it poisoned by corruption and haunted by the remnants of his father’s forbidden sorcery. Branded by a curse he never asked for, Aldric walks the thin line between loyalty and lunacy, between man… and the monster his blood yearns to become. But in the hush between whispers, another voice calls to him—soft, luminous, familiar. As madness stalks his every step, Aldric must confront the truth buried beneath centuries of deceit: the Beaumont bloodline forged a pact with an ancient power now stirring in its grave. The corruption is spreading, twisting flesh and fate alike, and the key to stopping it lies within Aldric himself. “You carry the curse of his blood, Aldric,” Elias whispers—the voice that both anchors and unravels him. Torn between duty and desire, haunted by visions and betrayal, Aldric must decide which nightmare to embrace: The darkness bequeathed by his father… or the one blooming in his own heart. The future of Beaumont—and the bond that defies death—hangs on a single choice. “The storm is here,” she murmurs. “Will you rise from it, Aldric… or drown?”

Her previous lifetime, she had loved him with all her heart, body and soul. He meant everything to her, but she was thrown away like garbage. After her rebirth, she vowed to dump his sorry ass! "I refuse to share your bed, breathe in your space, intimacy is a no go area. He looked tongue tied. Who had thought that during lights out, a cold night, she would want his embrace.

#noNTR #noYuri {Transmigration} + {Weak-to-Strong} + {Unique Power System} + {Face-Slapping} + {Arrogance Punished} + {Character Growth} Smut will be semi-optional and clearly marked: * — Light teasing or brief sexual scenes. ** — Extended foreplay, or chapters where more than half the content is smut. *** — Chapters that are almost entirely smut. Alternative title: GA Guide to Breeding Villainesses Shin was an elite soldier until a career-ending injury forced him into a dull, early retirement. To kill the boredom, he took on an impossible challenge: conquering the "Hell Mode" route of the world-renowned dating sim, The Guide to Taming Villainesses. He didn't just win; he became the only player to clear the game using its most pathetic character—a bloated, awkward loser who shared his name. His feat catches the eye of the game creator, a sadistic Goddess of Conquest. Bored with the status quo, she drags Shin into the game’s world and issues a challenge: Win the game or face permanent death. If Shin can conquer the souls of the world’s most dangerous women and reach the true ending, he will transcend humanity to become a God among Gods. Armed with the Taming System, Shin begins his journey by shattering the pride of the untouchable "Queens," seducing hot MILFs, and gaining new friends and allies. As his harem grows, so does his power.

Can a mere human make Death himself feel alive for the first time? Forgotten by the living and exhausted by life, a girl seeks Death not to survive, but to disappear. Instead, she finds a being who remembers every soul and who has never forgotten her.

With the strongest physique in heaven and earth was reborn in a small family, with the strongest overwhelming hegemony body, mysterious and powerful golden divine pupils, from then on a road to kill all kinds of geniuses, evil, whether it is a natural genius, or a supreme evil, in front of Qin Chuan is unbeatable, proud of the world, only I! There are unearthly demons, heavenly geniuses, ten thousand year old devils, heavenly giants, but also the most beautiful people, fairies, red powder withered bones, snake scorpion beauty

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns. Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner. Her pack is erased from history. Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears. The Crimson Crescent. The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings. Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood. Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill. But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds. As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice. Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone. It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

On my third wedding anniversary, my husband poisoned me. As I lay dying on the cold restaurant floor, I watched him smile beside my step-sister his mistress since before our wedding day. My marriage was a lie. My love was a tool. And my death was carefully planned. I thought dying would finally set me free. Instead, I woke up three years in the past one week before I married the man who killed me. This time, I won’t be the obedient wife who walks blindly into her own grave. I’ll cancel the wedding. Expose their betrayal. And marry the one man my ex-fiancé fears the most. Adrian Blackwood. The Devil CEO. A ruthless billionaire with no mercy for his enemies. I walked into his office with a deal: “Marry me. Help me destroy Ethan Cole and I’ll give you everything you need to take him down.” I expected a cold contract marriage. What I didn’t expect… was the way he looked at me like I already belonged to him. “You’re under my protection now, Sophia,” he said calmly. “And I never let go of what’s mine.” Revenge was supposed to be simple. Love was never part of the plan. But falling for the Devil may be far more dangerous than the man who murdered me. Because Adrian Blackwood doesn’t play games. And once he chooses something he keeps it. Forever. In my first life, I died for love. In this life, I’ll make them all pay.

I’m Draven Vladimir, formerly known as Denial, once the leader of one of the most powerful gangs in the world. Betrayed and killed by a trusted comrade I wouldn't say I trusted him by you get the idea, I was reborn in a world unlike Earth, filled with magic and mythical creatures. As a vampire hybrid, the son of the Vampire King and a Dark Elf, unable to use Mana, but I don’t really care about it. I just want to live an easy life in this new world

The universe hated me so much, it tossed me around, then dumped me straight into the arms of my father’s killer. — I thought I understood monsters. I grew up with them. I survived them. I swore I would kill the one who murdered my father and brothers. But when I finally found him, I failed. Dante Corsetti. Alpha. Mafia boss. The man who destroyed my family and dragged me into his house like a living trophy. He broke me apart until I didn’t know where my rage ended and his cruelty began. He said I was nothing. A prisoner. A reminder of everything he’d lost. A punishment for sins I never committed. Yet the longer I stayed, the more the world I thought I knew cracked open. The secrets about my bloodline, lies my father died with and a supernatural truth I should never have discovered. And in the middle of it all, a mate bond tied me to the monster I hated most. The goddess must be laughing because Dante is not the only one drawn to me. There were two others. Knox, who looked at me like I was the first good thing the goddess ever gave him. Reed, who claimed I was destined for him no matter who he had to fight. Three alphas. One impossible bond. And me, trapped between revenge, desire, and a fate dark enough to break every one of us. WARNING: 18+ Contains dark, and triggering themes some readers might find disturbing.

Cast aside by Alpha, chosen by the moon, claimed by the Lycan King. ______________ Luna wanted revenge, surprisingly not on the alpha who rejected her, but on the man who claimed her as his bride, the man who was none other than the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. Luna Harristone was the pack's outcast, ridiculed all her life because she had'nt awakened her wolf by age 19. The alpha who claimed he love her and promised to make her his bride rejected her like trash. Luna felt like her life had no meaning until the news spread that the feared Lycan King, Draven Iranov, was arriving. At the banquet, he claimed her as his bride. but his eyes triggered a flood of memories of the man who killed her parents. Draven Iranov was a twisted, emotionless king, notorious for his merciless deeds. Many called him a monster; his behavior and actions were pure evil. he was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Draven claimed he knew her. But Luna only remembered him as the monster who killed her parent. And wanted nothing to do with him. The problem? Luna wanted to kill him, but he wants to marry her. will she be able to escape the clutches of the heartless king? or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone. _______________ [WARNING: Mature Content 18+. No Rape] #Exceprt "Did you go meet him again, my sweet girl?" a voice whispered in her room. Luna spun towards the sound, but only a shadow lingered on her bed. She gasped as the figure rose, stepping towards her. "I... I... hmm...” she stuttered, her mind racing for excuses. She had thought he wasn't in the packhouse today. "No need for excuses, my sweet lamb," the voice cooed. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" __________ Connect with me (to see pics of characters) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61586502603479&mibextid=LQQJ4d Instagram: Author Mimidaniels_ Discord: https://discord.gg/9YQ9yC9jP

Lauren, who traveled to the Marvel world, became the only heir of a top chaebol family. He thought he would reach the pinnacle of his life at the beginning, but he didn’t expect to get the script of Batman. His parents died tragically on the street at the beginning. Not only that, the complicated forces were staring at him, the big fat sheep, as if they wanted to eat him alive. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he bound the “Super Dimension Technology” system. And obtained the general combat robot technology of “NieR: Automata”, so it’s not too much to build a beautiful and durable 2B sister as a wife to protect himself at the beginning! Miss 2B: Any behavior that harms the Creator is not allowed, otherwise, die! Lauren: My wife is right! Miss 2B: Once you find that the Creator has any needs, you must go all out to meet them. Lauren: Wife, that’s right, but my waist hurts a little today, I want to sleep alone! Miss 2b: Don’t even think about it!

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

In a world where superpowers come at a steep cost, heroes must grapple with the relentless loss of their memories every time they use their abilities. To retain their past and maintain their identity, they rely on a jotter — a meticulous record of their deeds and experiences. Each hero is paired with a sidekick, who serves as the guardian of these precious memories. But what happens when that jotter is stolen… or worse, edited? What happens when your life is rewritten? What happens when the only proof of your past becomes someone else’s weapon?. (please read up to chapter 5 before deciding whether to read or not)