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What happens when the system can't measure your true power? Elian Fos woke up in a dying space station with a secret: a mysterious panel only he can see, and a Void bloodline that shouldn't exist. In the Obscure Arm's fringe sectors, cultivators inject beast bloodlines to survive radiation, gravity shifts, and the slow decay of their own bodies. Progress requires merging new bloodlines, overwriting the old. The Confederation tracks everything. Scanners measure marrow density, channel stability, and qi flow. Deviation means detention. Anomalies mean erasure. But Elian doesn't merge. He stores. While others overwrite their potential, he builds parallel chambers in his marrow—one for each bloodline, one for each sub-level. Nine stages. Nine sub-levels each. Eighty-one bloodlines possible. The system sees a stable Stage One cultivator with clean records and average stats. It doesn't see the Void sleeping in his bones, stealing genetic sequences from the dead, waiting. With conscription looming and auditors sweeping the lower decks, Elian must: - Master his stolen bloodlines without detection - Survive military-grade marrow scans - Navigate a broken black market and accelerating audits - Prepare for the border deployment that will test everything In a system that rewards compliance and punishes potential, survival isn't about power. It's about precision. Control. And the patience to wait while others rush toward their destruction. The Void doesn't roar. It waits. And when it strikes, nothing remains.

Fighting a war that he didn't want, Dante is faced with the hard truth that humans won't stop until his race is extinct. Giving him no choice but to become what he never wanted to... a natural born killer. At least that is what might be the case for normal people but this is different. His bloodline is special, giving him no choice but to embark on a path of conquest to give his kind a chance to come back one day. "As the last vampire, I'll become a god."

The rules of the world have long changed. Lycans and their vampire knights rule. Werewolves abide by their laws. And humans... well, they barely scrape by at the very bottom of society's barrel. Sloane Mercer is an anomaly. A human born in the Glacier Pack. She's never fully accepted by her Alpha father. Never truly acknowledged by anyone. She thinks she's never going to have a mate, until fate ties her to pack enforcer, Grayson Rhodes. Sloane thinks Grayson will be the answer to all her troubles, but she soon finds out how badly mistaken she is when her sister reveals her pregnancy. The father? Grayson Rhodes. Life couldn't get any worse, right? Wrong. The tyrants come knocking, seeking claim to the werewolf brides they were promised. Every Alpha was expected to provide a daughter. It should have been her sister... When Sloane wakes up as a candidate in the ancient Lycan ritual called a Luna Hunt, she realizes she'd been set up from the start. She'd been traded in for her sister. A gambit meant to secure the pack's future...at the cost of hers. Now she's stuck in a brutal event where hundreds of girls with Alpha blood compete for enrollment into Eclipsera, the Lycan Federation Academy. Sloane doesn't expect the academy to turn out to be a cruel game where only the strongest candidates survive. And Sloane? She's the exact opposite of strong. She's human. Her fate takes an even worse turn when she piques the interest of Lykanor's young royals... The royals don't want a mate. Just a common prey. Desperate to escape Eclipsera, and the royal claims she might not survive, Sloane soon realises, she must make a gambit of her own. Because a hidden power is awakening in her, one for which Lycans, Vampires and Werewolves alike, would kill to claim. Including Grayson. DISCLAIMER: R18! This is a dark paranormal (explicit, RH) romance set in a dystopian world where the rules of civilization no longer apply. It's intended for mature readers. Expect themes of power imbalance, survival-based relationships, morally grey characters, dominant-submissive dynamics, and an unhealthy dose of forbidden hunger and smut! (Including MxM) The Luna Hunt is brutal. The rules of the academy are cruel. The royals are not heroes. Their choices are messy, hunger primal and desire intense!

When the Requiem Tongue system activates, Kael Mori isn't just a transmigrator; he’s a weapon forged by thirty-one deaths. Trapped in a world of souled monsters and corporate demons, his only currency is Death Accumulation (DA). By utilizing Cascade Command and the Pyre Lexicon, Kael begins carving his own territory into the peripheral zones of LA. But every use of his voice risks Aphonia, and the "Unknown Territory" of a changing canon means his foreknowledge is a fading light. In the battle between Angel Investigations and the firm, Kael is the third variable—the one whose command cannot be ignored.

Cornered by humans in the dwindling vampiric population, Dulce Monteserrat simply wants a companion. One that wouldn't betray his trust and turn him to the human guards ever on his heels, and one that would live longer than the average human. So he decides to summon a hound from the hells, a loyal beast to sit with him by the warm hearth. Only things don't go quite as planned, the first, second, and third time over... He finally gets his Hellhound but now he is surrounded by dangerous Demons he can't seem to get rid off. The noble Fiend he summoned no longer seem as eager to leave despite his pretenses and the Shadow Demon on a mission is starting to take things easy. At each other's necks from their first meeting, don't put the Vampire in the middle! The suave Incubus made his stance clear from the start, he had no intentions to leave, willing to fulfill Dulce's request of companionship, however that includes employee benefits - This Incubus needs to eat! And his precious Hellhound who had brought him so much trouble is dissatisfied with simply being a pet. "Can I be Master's mate?" DISCLAIMER: The cover does not belong to me, if you would like it to be taken down, a simple request will suffice.

He was average by all standards, yet ended up being the luckiest of all. (Though some may disagree) He was gifted a second chance, and he will use it to the fullest extent. Transmigrated into the twilight world as a winged lion and with two additional powers. _________________________ There are so few Twilight fanfics with a male mc, especially without cringe dialogues, unreadable grammar, and strange powers. So I gave up and decided to write one myself. I accept criticism, but I ask you to consider this before writing a review: - English is my second language, so I used some ai here and there. - This is my first work. ________________________ It is fanfic, so I own nothing from the original Twilight. I own only the OCs ________________________ SI, AU OCxAlice

Harry was sent to Azkaban after being framed for murder in the beginning of his 6th year at Hogwarts. What will happen once his former friends know he's innocent? See how he seeks his revenge.

Asher, a character who has once experienced a traumatic incident, gets reincarnated in a fantasy world, living a new life. That, however, will never change the scars of his past... Here's a longer one: It's a fantasy and the mc was a 21 year old boy who had experienced a kidnapping incident (it became his trauma) and was the son of a scientist, he died on an escorting mission and was reincarnated in a fantasy world as an elf. Then he decides to focus on the vampire bloodline quest. The mc is an anti hero for now, however, he will still feel emotions like guilt and sadness, although only a bit. This will change in the future though (it's part of the plot so I don't wanna spoil). Sorry for the long introduction. But if you're interested, please check it out!

Born with a rare and forbidden bloodline, Ivy Richardson was never meant to survive, only to be controlled. But one mistake changes everything. On the night of the full moon, she is dragged before the vampire clan—disgraced, exposed, and marked for punishment. Her crime? A forbidden encounter that turns her into prey among her own kind. Her fate is meant to be spectacle… a warning written in blood. But something goes wrong. Beneath the pain, something ancient begins to stir. Something the clan buried long ago. Something they should have never let live. Then she meets Seraphina. Cold. Beautiful. Untouchable. The only one in a house of cruelty who shows her something dangerously close to kindness. But Seraphina isn’t her salvation. She came for revenge. Tied to a brother’s death… and a truth Ivy doesn’t even know she’s carrying. As punishment turns into power, and secrets begin to unravel, Ivy is pulled into a deadly game of control, deception, and survival—where trust is a weapon, and desire is a weakness. Because in a world ruled by monsters, love doesn’t save you. It marks you for destruction.

"What happens when the person you were made for is the one person you were never supposed to want?” Lilith never had a life. She even had to forge her own surname "Schze" at the age of 12, because her parents wanted nothing of themselves attached to her. Until one day. Just one day. When everything was too much, and she could no longer deny the fact that she might just be a witch. "A witch." Lilith fell off a cliff. And instead of fighting death, she didn't. She accepted it. But it never felt like death. It was an Arrival. To the Kingdom of Thaloria, where class rules. Class is law. Your class decides your fate, First Class commands, Middle Class endures, Lower Class is forgotten. Mixing between them? Forbidden. Deadly. Lilith, a girl with no rank, dares to challenge it all. Starting with the vampire who claims to own her. Duke Drazeil. That name alone sends chills down the spine. An ancient vampire known to hate witches to his core. No heart, literally. His chest is empty. And those mismatched eyes miss nothing. What happens when the species he hates most turns out to be his fated mate? What happens when the bond is irreversible? And what happens when his so-called pet refuses to be one, because she was never meant to be anyone's pet, talk less of his? She has that fiery nature. Well, you'll never know until you read. Hold my pretty hands as we explore this novel together. _____________________________ "What the hell do you want from me?" Fear gripped Lilith's face as she stared at the man who had just spent a fortune buying her. "What do I want from you, hmmm." Drazeil asked himself the question sarcastically. "I want nothing more than to kill you, no — torture you, burn you alive... oh." Duke Drazeil grinned as he looked at her with disgust. His hand moved slowly, wrapping around her throat, not choking, just claiming. Like she was already his. "But I can't, and that's the most infuriating part." He whispered slowly into her ear, his fangs grazing her neck. Lilith laughed. Not a happy laugh, a short, breathless, disbelieving one. "Funny." She breathed. "Because there's nothing I'd love more than to drive a stake through your heart right now." The Duke pulled back slowly and stared at her. Then he smirked. Mildly amused. "You're welcome to try, but, You'll need something far stronger than a stake to kill me." Then without another word he clasped something cold around her throat, a Moonstone Crimson Red Pendant, a Dragon bound in chains. "Consider that your leash, little witch." Lilith's fingers touched the pendant slowly. She looked down at it, then back up at him. A cold smile on her face despite the fear coursing through her. "Seems I'm not the only one in chains." The Duke's smirk faltered. Just for a second. Then he smiled. Slow. Wide. The kind of creepy smile that had nothing warm in it. The sight of his smile was really terrifying. Lilith swallowed hard.

This fanfiction will remain up, But I will go through the Prologue through Chapter Thirteen rewriting each one.

In the dark streets of Hell's Kitchen, a new kind of predator begins hunting at night. Bullets fall, blood spills, and panic spreads through the underworld. Once upon a time, good people were afraid to walk these streets after dark… now the criminals are the ones hiding. Soon even powerful figures start to feel the pressure. Kingpin can only sigh that the world has changed, while gods and monsters like Loki, Ultron, and Thanos begin to fear the same name spreading across the universe. But who is this terrifying hunter turning villains into prey? And when even cosmic tyrants start forming alliances against him… just how dangerous is he?

Kenji Nakamura is invisible. At thirty-nine, he's the corporate drone everyone steps on—the brilliant strategist whose ideas get stolen, whose competence gets dismissed, whose very existence seems to offend his twenty-eight-year-old sociopathic manager. After fifteen years of humiliation in the fluorescent hell of Yamato Holdings, Kenji has reached his breaking point. Then she appears. Seraphina the Corruptor isn't offering salvation—she's offering damnation with a smile. A cosmic entity who transports broken souls between universes for her own twisted entertainment, she grants Kenji exactly what he's always fantasized about: power. Real, absolute, predatory power. The price? Transformation into a vampire pureblood through an ordeal that will shatter his sanity and rebuild his body while she watches with sadistic pleasure. The destination? A primitive realm populated by the races humanity considers monsters—demons, beastfolk, dark elves—all waiting to see if their new ruler will become another oppressor. But Seraphina miscalculated. Instead of enslaving the "lesser races," Kenji exterminates the human supremacists. Instead of becoming a tyrant, he builds the first truly equal meritocracy in cosmic history. And when a werewolf alpha—his species' natural enemy—joins his revolution, their forbidden attraction threatens to birth something that could break the universe itself. From corporate victim to apex predator, from powerless drone to revolutionary emperor, Kenji must navigate political intrigue, forbidden romance, and his own monstrous nature while building an empire that defies every cosmic expectation. Because sometimes the best way to save the innocent is to become the monster they need.

After dying to save a child, a 22-year-old medical student is reborn as Sam Barton in the deadly world of The Vampire Diaries . He is not defenseless; he's armed with a powerful "Clone Sovereign System" and complete knowledge of the tragic plot to come . Refusing to let his new friends suffer their canonical fates, Sam uses his clones to change destiny—saving Vicki from undeath , romancing Caroline , and even sacrificing his own power to cure Sheriff Forbes' fatal cancer . But his interventions have consequences, and now ancient monsters like Katherine and Klaus have a new, unpredictable target on their radar .

For years, Anna never thought Sullivan was the type of man anyone should go to for help. Heck! She didn't think he was the type of man anyone should be seen with. She hated him. Secretly. Deeply. And loathed his presence. His existence alone appalled her until she crashed into his building. A loud cry for his protection and help. Sullivan didn't bother with Anna. She was too busy hating him while keeping his secret, too absorbing. Too much of everything he shouldn't be giving in to. Yet, in a fleet of seconds, she ripped his perfectly quiet world apart. As the world of the supernatural opened before her, with their unknown enemy promising a repeat of tragic fate, Anna banked on Sullivan's protection. Taking pleasure in his attention and interest. Yet, the knowledge she lacked was that peculiar interest is often overwhelming. Unhealthy. Dangerous. Obsessive. And a path of thorn that tears at the most precious skin. ■■■■■■■ “Are you hiding, little bird?” His tone was different from the usual. It wasn't the coo she knew, neither was it the song of calmness that often emanated from him. It was vibrating. An allure that in a dark and dangerous way promised a touch that would drift her alive. Annabelle kept her hand to her mouth, her heart racing past its usual rate. She wondered in that moment—now that she knew what he was—if he could hear her heart beat. As if the universe was sending her a response, she felt him stop. Right above where she hid. Holding a shaky breath, she raised her head, feeling the pressure of his feet on the wood that obscured her view from him. Surely, his ability can't go underground. Surely, the scent of watermelon and potatoes would mask her. Yet…the low chuckle that sounded like a sinister laughter made her heart jump, as her legs gave away. He lifted the wooden pallet, their gazes colliding in a fit of what seems to be prey and predator instinct. A tiny smirk was playing on his face now, the same one she was used to. And the evidence was as glaring as daylight. Blood streak marked his crisp white shirt, drooling down the side of his face to his lips—his hands, a crimson bloody mess against rich skin. The stale of another man's death lingering around him, morphing his aura and forever confirming what he is. What he will always be. “Little bird…” “Please…” Huge palm reached out to pat her nest of hair, definitely leaving behind strokes of blood. The metallic iron scent assaulted her nose in the small space she hid. He was after her heart—an organ she feared he might mean in the literal sense. As she remained in the squatting position, watermelon threatening to squash beneath her knees, she felt his pat. Once. Twice. As soothing as always for a creature like him. “I wished upon you little bird. You cannot run from me.” His words were a promise, a seal that bounded them together. Forever. ■■■■■■■ This is an enemies to lovers cum friends to lovers kind of story. ALSO... !!!THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN DARK VULGAR AND CRUDE CHAPTERS BUT A SERIES OF WARNINGS WILL BE ISSUED BEFOREHAND (depends on this authors mood *evil laughter*) SO...YOU WILL BE FINE ^.^

Noah, a grieving medical student, loses everything—the love of his life, Cecilia, and the future he had built. One night, fate intervenes: a flash of light pulls him into Cannan, a world ruled by the Seven Elohim, reborn as a low-grade knight. But this is no ordinary rebirth—he awakens 500 years before the timeline of the game The Last Wish, a game he once studied for Cecilia’s sake. Thrown into a world of discrimination, political intrigue, and harsh hierarchies, Noah is drafted to serve Euphemia, a delicate noblewoman whose secret divinity makes her a target. Though she becomes the first spark to reignite his sense of purpose, the real challenge lies ahead: the sprawling, dangerous world of The Last Wish, where battles, artifacts, and the manipulation of history will test every skill he has and every lesson he remembers from the game. Armed with knowledge of future events, Noah navigates a brutal world where kings and nobles play games of power, divine forces intervene, and every choice can alter the timeline. His journey is not only to survive, but to reshape the world of the game itself, walking the line between hero and legend, and perhaps discovering the meaning of life, love, and sacrifice along the way. ........ I’d like to clarify that the cover image used for this novel is not my original work. All rights belong to the respective creator. If you are the owner and would like it to be removed or credited properly, please contact me and I will take it down immediately.

One signature sold her life away. One look sealed her fate forever. Dr. Seraphina Laurent spent six years scrubbing her father’s sins off her hands. As the daughter of the city’s most notorious mob boss, she became a top surgeon to save lives, not take them. She thought she was safe within the sterile walls of her hospital. She was wrong. When the Laurent empire crumbles in a single night of betrayal, the new King of the Underworld rises from the ashes to collect his due. Kaelen Vane. Ruthless. Lethal. And terrified by nothing—except the sunrise. He doesn't want the Laurent territory. He doesn't want the money. He wants her. "Your father’s debt is thirty million," Kaelen whispers, his skin unnaturally cold against hers. "You are the collateral." Dragged into a world of shadows, Seraphina is forced to become the personal surgeon to the Vane Syndicate. Her job is simple: Stitch up the monsters that rule the night. But Kaelen is different from the others. He moves faster than the eye can see. He never sleeps. And he looks at Seraphina not with lust, but with a haunted hunger that spans centuries. She thinks she is just a prisoner paying off a debt. She doesn't realize she is the reincarnation of the woman he lost five hundred years ago. He is a carnivore waiting to devour her. She is the only one who can handle his blood. In a game of life and death, will the surgeon cut out his heart, or will she be the one to finally make it beat again?

Born into the ancient Ebonhart Ducal House, a bloodline that has stood beside emperors and buried gods, Vladis Ebonhart was destined for greatness the moment he first drew breath. Yet destiny is never so simple. Within his veins sleeps one of Three Ancient Divine Physiques—a body so rare that even the oldest vampire chronicles speak of it only in whispers. To reach the peak, he must master not only his cultivation and bloodline, but the truth behind the power he carries. For in a world ruled by blood, law, power and lineage, the greatest danger is not being weak… It is becoming something the world was never meant to contain.

In the far future the Realm of Chaos have opened letting Monster flooding into the world. Humans and Vampire fight for how will be crowned the strongest. Vampire use magic and humans use technology to balance with one expection Van Hellsing the strongest human a legend of the past. (slow updates.)