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He lived a quiet life in a loud world. Work. Regret. Silence. Then, in a single careless moment, it ended. Stabbed in the heart of a crowded city, a man who had never truly lived awakens in a world he does not recognize—Tetramor—inside a body that should never have been his. A vampire. A noble. A man despised by his own blood. His new name is Dariush Farzad, and everything wants him dead. Clans whisper his name with hatred. Empires watch for his fall. Friends, enemies… even those closest to him hide knives behind smiles. Worse still, his body stands at the brink of collapse—starved, weakened, and hunted—while fragments of a past life he does not remember scream warnings inside his mind. Powers he does not yet understand. A world ruled by Phase, Will, and Blood. And a fate already written in someone else’s ink. All he asked for was a chance to live. Instead, he was given a throne surrounded by graves. Now, with death closing in from every direction, Dariush must choose: Fade quietly, as everyone expects… or embrace the monster they fear—and survive at any cost. Because in Tetramor, mercy is a luxury. And those who hesitate… do not live long enough to regret it. update: 1~3 chapter per day

[Warning: Mature Content] In the world of magic, amidst various species, there existed the Lumens. They were highly coveted for their blood and their extraordinary powers. ​ Amongst them was a Lumen Princess named Evelyn, an ethereal beauty, who lived her entire life believing she was weak and powerless. Abandoned by her father, abused by her stepmother & tormented by her brother, she never knew love. Shunned by society, she spent her entire life as a caged bird. ​But things start to change when Evelyn is sent to the infamous Blood Moon Academy on her eighteenth birthday, under the guise of completing her further education. ​The twist? The academy is situated in a kingdom of vampires. Terrified to be a walking delicacy amongst the creatures of the night, all it took was one fateful encounter to meet the most powerful predator alive—the crown prince of Versailles, Ivan Ignia De Ashen. He was drop-dead gorgeous and considered to be the epitome of perfection. He appeared as cold as ice, but was a raging inferno within, ready to burn anyone who dared to step into his breathing space. ​He warns her to stay away, but fate has its own plan. What will she do when he decides to claim her as his? ​Thrown together in a royal gothic academy full of power-hungry nobles, twisted professors, and more secrets than spellbooks, what truth will they uncover about their bloodlines and their past? ​ With enemies lurking in the shadows and ancient darkness threatening to rise again, what happens when the secrets about them begin to unravel? Excerpt- He finally moved his sinful lips and said "Hm, I'll help you catch up with your studies" he said, pausing for a moment before continuing "I don't usually do this....help, I mean. But since your progress also affects me, that's the only reason I'll help you this time." "Though, Princess, there are a couple of things I need you to keep in mind, before we move forward." When she nodded he continued, "I don't like wasting time. So when I call, you come. I don't appreciate anyone being intrusive about my matters, so I'd prefer if you keep any curious thoughts to yourself." "And lastly..," He leaned in slightly, maintaining steady eye contact with her. His voice dropped to a low, almost warning tone. "Don't fall in love with me. I don't do love. And the minute I find you show any signs of clinginess… that's when you'll pay the price." ..... "My payment would be…your blood." His eyes suddenly turned serious as he continued, "You shall never offer your blood to anyone else throughout your academic years...meaning you will never serve anyone else." Eve stood stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to finish. Then he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers, and whispered, "Except me." The only word that kept echoing in her mind was 'blood'....and she could see she was becoming something rare in his eyes. A delicacy reserved for the devil himself. The book cover is mine, don't use it!

When Veronica Lance adopted me eight years ago, I knew it was the beginning of a dream life. Even though I was only ten, I knew it the moment she pulled up her blazing red Ferrari in front of the orphanage. But I soon realized it wouldn’t be her money, nor the luxury apartment in Manhattan, that would ever make me the happiest guy alive. It was her body — so sensual, so tempting, so utterly irresistible. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman in the world. She’d been my erotic dream from the first instant I saw her step out of that car — and that dream came true much sooner than I’d ever dared to hope. Now, with my wallet always full and my balls always empty, I’m living my perfect life with Veronica — my horny stepmom and secret lover. But my life will take a darker turn with the arrival of a mysterious new classmate.

"You're insane."That was the first thing Elena, the fierce and stubborn daughter of the Alpha of the Green Lineage Pack said when her childhood enemy, the ruthless and dangerously powerful Alpha of the Darkblood Pack, told her she'd be living under his roof.After a brutal attack by the Red Wolves, her pack is left shattered and her father gravely injured. To protect his daughters, her father entrusts them to the one man Elena has always loathed. But as secrets unravel and tension turns into something far more dangerous, Elena begins to question everything she thought she knew about her enemy, about herself, and about the bond that might just change everything.

Every life has a thread of destiny. Some shine gold. Some fade to grey. But there are threads stained red, threads tied to secrets, hunger, and blood. She never asked to touch such a thread. She never even knew one was waiting for her. Not until the day it quietly wrapped around her fingertips… The day she met him. The boy with eyes the color of blood, who lunged at her like a beast… then held her like she was something precious. The young heir to a terrifying bloodline, hiding hunger, loneliness, and a name that should never be spoken. Between them forms an impossible bond, quiet, fragile, and dangerously warm. They meet in secret. They talk, they share gifts, they carve memories into stone. She finds someone who doesn’t resent her. He finds someone he desperately doesn’t want to lose. But the Niviane family is not a story of fairy tales. It is a legacy of blood, curses, and disappearing children. Their world is built on secrets… the kind that kill. When life tears them apart, She returns to the Niviane manor as a dying maid, unaware that the silent master behind its locked doors is the same boy she once shared joy. And he… now cold, elegant, and powerful… will do anything to keep her by his side. Even if it means drowning the world in scarlet.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

I lost my memory, and the only thing I know is that something inside me keeps pulling me toward that girl. The first time I saw her, it felt like reuniting with a lover I’d been separated from for a thousand years. The first time I touched her, some sealed, primitive instinct in my body was ripped open. I didn’t understand anything— not until the war truly began. She isn’t human. She’s the last bloodline of the elves, the one both humans and the undead are fighting to claim. And I— I’m the vampire who lost her with my own hands a thousand years ago. I forgot her. But I’m still drawn to her. She becomes the prey… and the eye of the storm. With the frontline closing in from both humans and the undead, there’s only one thing left for me to do— take her back, no matter the cost. “If being with you means standing against the world… then I’ll just destroy the world.”

My identity is that of a priest. My hobby is exorcism. My favorite thing is the mission reward. My favorite scene is the nuclear explosion. The person I want to be the most is a superman without any weaknesses. I like to keep a low profile. Hate trouble the most. One of the favorite maxims is blood for blood and tooth for tooth. "..." This is a somewhat bland exorcism story. Pervert, wizard, magic, vampire, werewolf, demon, killer... Note: Everything in this parallel world is purely fictitious, please do not substitute it into reality.

After an untimely death, Jacob is granted a second chance by a mysterious omnipotent being, reincarnated as Kai Parker. Now a powerful Heretic Original vampire-witch hybrid. An original heretic. Armed with Kai's magical knowledge and abilities, he is thrust into the world of The Magicians, where magic is both alluring and deadly… read more chapters on the evil Ryan Reynold ;) on my patreon Patreon/Fredozy.com

For years, Eugene Alberesque, a legendary hunter, has sought revenge by hunting vampires. In the darkness, he's attacked not by his usual prey but by the very vampire he's been searching for. Mortally wounded, he faces despair at the brink of death. "I'll find you and I'll kill you." That night, to survive, he breaks his vow and sets out in search of human blood. It's then that he fatefully encounters a stranger, a woman named Leah. A hunter consumed by a fierce desire for revenge, and a woman who awakens in him the primal thirst for blood. Faced with a past stained with blood and an undeniable destiny, will Eugene finally get his revenge?

A half-ghost, half-human huntress walks through a nameless city of eternal dusk. Monsters wear human faces, angels sell souls for rent, and silence itself is a weapon. Trip of the Shadows is where redemption and damnation share the same heartbeat.

(つ･･)つMature Reader Advisory The Protagonist: Well-mannered and stoic. He's accessible, but guided by a moral code that's constantly under fire. The Rules: Absolutely No NTR. Valerian is the only one in the picture. The Content: High-intensity Yandere dynamics, Incest themes, and frequent "Lemon" content. Read at your own risk. Join the Empire's Discord: discord.gg/3PU2YmjKgN Support the Chaos on Patreon: patreon.com/Empire_of_Vanity If you are still fine with all these warnings then go ahead.... Short Sypnosis: Valerian liked his life like he liked his coffee: black, bitter, and enjoyed in absolute silence. A man of impeccable manners and icy detachment, he was a master of keeping the world at a polite distance. He didn't want a throne, and he certainly didn't want a harem. But when a supernatural ritual glitches under the hand of a meddling "Author," Valerian’s quiet life is ground to dust. He didn't become a monster. He stayed Human—but a Human now surging with the clashing, potent bloodlines of five ancient races. .... ........ Long Sypnosis... Through a cosmic error, Valerian has become the ultimate biological prize. He is now soul-bound to five beautiful women, each a powerhouse of her race, and each possessing a terrifyingly singular obsession with their new husband: The Vampire: Who finds the intoxicating blood in his veins more addictive than any kill. The Werewolf: Who senses the Alpha's essence within him and refuses to let go. The Witch: Who views his body as the ultimate battery for her forbidden arts. The Succubus: Who sees a soul refined by discipline as the sweetest meal of all. The Druid: Who perceives him as the raw, pulsing heart of the natural world. .... ....... Valerian isn't "hard to get"—he's a gentleman, after all. But while he is quick to adapt, he is a man of firm morals. As the five bloodlines within him begin to harmonize, his polite exterior is under siege by primal instincts. He is forced to navigate a domestic battlefield where his ethics are tested by the "affections" of five Yandere wives who would rather break him than share him. He isn't fighting to save the world; he's fighting to keep his soul intact while his body demands he surrender to the chaos. .....

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.

After the murder of her parents, Virginia moves to East Tennessee to live under the custody of her distant uncle in his palatial estate. One day, while exploring her new quarters, she discovers a diary in an old room that has been locked off for over a hundred years. Ignoring the warning that came with the book, she flips through its pages and reads about a teenage girl from the 1800s named Rose Cohen, who once lived in the same mansion. Virginia’s attention is gripped as Rose describes a nearby place called Alaythia—where men can turn into beasts, warriors can sprout wings from their backs and channel fire through their very being—and tells of how she was kidnapped and rescued by these same individuals. Not long after, the very things Virginia reads about begin to manifest and hunt her down. Through the bravery and skill of Charles, her high school crush—who knows more about what’s happening than he originally let on—Virginia is protected and taken into another world: a world waiting for her, a world where she learns the truth about herself, a world that foretells prophecies of her unlocking an ancient weapon the dark ones fear—if she can be safeguarded long enough for it to come to pass.

Hollis Emery lived life on the edge and always on her own terms, until her mother died and everything fell apart. Grief-stricken and about to lose everything, she is pulled into a world she never imagined when a stranger arrives claiming her dead father is alive. That man just happens to be formidable tycoon, Hollis Knight, whose domain is one of obscene wealth and ancient power. Suddenly pampered, wanted and guarded by her father’s seductive protégé, Sebastian ‘Bash,’ Hollis trades the ruins of her old life for a mansion, a closet full of luxury, and a lover who indulges her wicked desires. But when a night out with Bash ends in betrayal and a violent awakening Hollis discovers her father’s true intent. She is the Prophecy, the Deathbringer, the darkness that is Chaos reincarnated. Armed with a new nature, a taste for retribution, and a hunger that terrifies even her own blood, Hollis must decide how far she will go to defend the life she chose…the man who claims her heart and her darkness.

Babylon is a kingdom built on blood and ruled by fear. At its heart sits the Skyfather Brothers—Damian and Jeryko—two alpha vampires who turned several millennium of brutality into the most powerful criminal syndicate the multiverse has ever known. Their names are legend. Their reach is infinite. Their reign, untouchable. Their dominance so absolute that strategy itself has become meaningless. Against them, resistance was futile. Until now. Whispers of betrayal rise from within, and a new weapon surfaces—one forged to kill even the undying. The Talmari Justice System—long sworn to uphold order in the multiverse—has allied with a new breed of hunters, enemies whose purpose is shrouded in mystery but whose new goal is certain: the fall of Babylon. For the first time in history, the Skyfather Brothers’ empire begins to fracture. Rivals circle. Allies falter. Babylon trembles. This war is unlike any they have ever faced. Death has never been an obstacle for the Skyfather’s—but strategy may be. For the first time in five thousand years, Damian must confront a truth he’s long dismissed: brute strength alone cannot secure victory. Strategy can topple even the strongest of gods. And as Babylon descends into chaos, one question remains—will the brothers outthink their enemies, or will their empire of blood finally fall?

Corrupted by Angel Of Chaos. Cursed by the whispers of unknown beings. Stripped of will, power, and memory. Shon Eril makes a choice—an insane choice. Not bound by fate. Not forced by death. Not by his own will. But by a choice, a revelation. He steps into a book, and awakens in another body… Ibaan De Light. A vast world unfolds before him: towering machinery, advanced technology, mighty clans, secretive organizations, churches, sealed contracts, schools, endless metros and carriers, airships crossing the skies, and the unknown—the same frightening beings, the curse carriers! Here begins his journey, not as a hero, but as a servant of Willpower. Will he reclaim his will, or lose himself to its abyss? This is the tale of what he seeks… and what seeks him. *** "I order you to understand me—my will, my choices and my beloved ones." ——————— Extra Tags: #AcademyArc #Scoopy #Clans #SecretOrganizations #cults #mysteries #hidden identities #unknown beings #angels #daemons #deities etc [Join the Discord server for illustrations and more: https://discord.gg/djNAmGxJZ5] [1 chapters per day because can't risk the quality of the chapters, as I am just a beginner] Support my first novel—not first in a sense but could be considered as first' —with the power stones, golden tickets or gifts and comments are also well appreciated .

The Silver Bloom: A Supernatural Romance is a high school drama set in the deceptively ordinary class of SS1B, where seventeen-year-old Esther is the object of two intense, competing affections.

[Mature Content: NO RAPE] In an attempt to escape her father’s shackle and seek revenge, twenty five year old Viviana Di-grassi, better known as the infamous Lady Di-grassi, accidentally ends up in a flash marriage with a man she’d only just met.  A man she had no clue was on the lowkey a tycoon. A multi Billionaire. But also… A "vampire." Nikolas Bastiani, is the hidden boss of Bratva, a company worth billions. He’s a man drowning in wealth and power, yet starving for excitement. And, in an attempt for some flicker of it, he ends up in the grasp of a woman he last expected to lay eyes on.  She wanted to use him.  She needed him to escape.  She craved revenge.  And why would he say no? Oh please… He’d gladly give himself to her on a silver plate.  Her face. Her voice. The breath she took.  Nikolas Bastiani wasn’t just interested.  He fell into obsession. A man who’d go on his knees for her and only her. No other!

In a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, Blazar's disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble. Her scent betrays her—an intoxicating lure that would send any beast-blooded king into a frenzy to claim her. The disguise makes them hesitate, their instincts confused by the male facade over the irresistible female scent beneath. Every breath risks her discovery. Every moment is a gamble. Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate Royal Imperium Prestigia High, pose as noble boy Orion Spade from a broken line, and assassinate the most powerful king. Succeed, and she lives. Fail, and she dies. Prestigia is an academy where monsters are crowned—and innocents devoured. Ruled by the Havoc Five: Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune. Each lethal in their own way. Thousands of nobles would kill to kneel at their feet. For most girls, this is paradise. For Blazar? A nightmare. Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. She attracts the attention of all five. The kings circle her—some to protect, some to break her, others wanting more. She runs. She tries to deny. But the longer she resists, the more entangled she becomes. To survive, she must outwit them all while hiding her true gender, her slave mark, the deadly secret of her bloodline, and escape the king who owns her. Blazar Staray won't play their games. And she certainly doesn't kneel. But the real question is—can she resist the hunger they woke in her? °~Excerpt~° "I don't understand," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what's happening." Kaelric stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "That's exactly what someone using seduction magic would say." His ice-blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. "The question is, what kind of magic are you using, and who sent you here?" "I'm not using any magic!" Blazar protested, her voice rising with desperation. "I don't even know what you're talking about!" But even as she said the words, she could feel the weight of their stares on her. Something was definitely wrong, and somehow, she was at the center of it all. The one thing they all seemed to want but couldn't quite understand why.