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High School DxD: Return of the Crimson Dragon Emperor

They thought the Red Dragon Emperor was gone. They thought Kuoh was safe from his madness. They were wrong. Hyoudou Issei, the infamous perverted dragon of Kuoh Academy, vanished during a mysterious battle. Everyone thought he was dead lost to some unknown disaster. But Issei didn’t die. Oh no. He was thrown into another world. A brutal world of magic, monsters, demon lords… and plenty of busty heroines. There, he did what he does best. He survived. He trained. He grew stronger. Strong enough to fight gods, conquer kingdoms, and maybe even tame a Demon Lord’s daughter. (Totally not his fault… probably.) Now, after three insane years over there, Issei is back. But this isn’t the same high schooler who used to scream about boobs all day. This Issei has mastered new powers, sharpened his mind, and... okay, he still screams about boobs, but now he can destroy mountains while doing it. The devils, angels, and fallen of this world? They have no idea what’s about to hit them. Old friends don’t know whether to hug him, punch him, or run for their lives. And for those who ever doubted him… well, let’s just say Dress Break has leveled up too. A stronger, crazier, and hornier Red Dragon Emperor. A world on the brink of chaos. And a storm of comedy, romance, ecchi, and overpowered insanity is about to begin. Get ready, Kuoh. Issei’s back and he’s bringing the harem with him. Tag: High School DxD, Fanfiction, Harem, Ecchi, Action, Comedy, Isekai Return, Overpowered, Magic, Romance. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds
Greyhounds · 1.4m Views

The trinity of Death: The Swordsman of Rolling Heads.

To everyone still here — you already know something most people don't. The wait is over. A new chapter of Trinity of Death: The Swordsman of Rolling Heads has arrived, and if you have been following this story from the beginning, you already know that what comes next is going to change something in you the way only the best stories do — quietly, completely, and permanently. Before you dive in, I want to give you something first. A gift, actually. I composed an original musical theme for this world — for these characters, for these battles, for the weight that this story carries — and I want you to hear it before you read another word. Not because you have to. Because once you do, the chapter you are about to read will feel different. Deeper. Like the world finally has a sound to go with everything you have already felt inside it. Here it is: https://aimusicgen.ai/share/015d8f99-4b43-4a49-95e5-bb9a7dc75ac1 Listen first. Then read. You will understand why. Now — for those of you who have been quietly reading without adding this story to your collection yet, consider this your sign. Adding Trinity of Death to your collection takes three seconds and means you will never miss a chapter, never lose your place in this world, and always be the first to know when the next piece of this story arrives. This is a world worth staying in. Make it yours officially. And if this story has ever made you feel something real — if a character stayed with you after you closed the page, if a scene lived in your mind longer than you expected — then you already know what a Power Stone means here. It is not just a number. It is you telling the world that this story deserves to be seen. Every stone is a signal that quality still wins. And in a world full of quantity, that signal matters more than you know. To every reader who has already been part of this journey — thank you. Genuinely. You are the reason this world keeps expanding. Now go read. The Swordsman is waiting. — Jhunzkie Rakabuba, Author of Trinity of Death: The Swordsman of Rolling Heads The Trinity of Death: A Dark Fantasy Epic In a world where suicide should have been the end, it became the beginning. Ayronee died by choice—a fall from a rooftop to escape a life of relentless mockery and failure. But death offered no peace. Instead, an angel forced him into a second chance he never wanted: reincarnation in a medieval fantasy world as Hexia, blessed with impossible power and cursed with one unbreakable rule—he can never take his own life again. Eighteen years of training. Three years of emptiness. One massacre that birthed a legend. By eighteen, Hexia has become the "Swordsman of Rolling Heads"—a protector whose perfect horizontal strike, the Guillotine, leaves trails of severed heads across blood-soaked roads. His crimson eyes hold no warmth. His heart feels nothing. He kills fifty bandits in five minutes and walks away as empty as he began, trapped in an existence he cannot escape, waiting for death that will never come. Then she arrives—silver-haired, stubborn, refusing to look away. Sirenia sees what others fear: a man dying inside while his body refuses to stop. She saves him from a bandit attack, and he heals her without knowing it would crack the ice around his heart. For six months, she returns, patient and persistent, slowly teaching him that surviving isn't the same as living. That emptiness isn't peace. That maybe—just maybe—being forced to exist might become choosing to live. But the past never stays buried, and destiny has other plans. When childhood friend Lhoralaine reappears with her manipulative lover Fred, Hexia's fragile healing shatters. One tavern confrontation. One execution. One rolling head. And suddenly, the world learns what happens when the Swordsman's mercy runs dry. Then angels and demons descend, and everything changes. Fred's death wasn't just murder—it was the key that broke ancient seals imprisoning six god-like monsters called Ancients. In
Jhunzkie_Rakabuba · 43.8k Views

[Romance] Lord Black Dragon Still Hasn't Hatched Today

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 237k Views