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Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 133.5k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● The heavy thud of the bridegroom’s footsteps echoed against the polished floorboards of the veranda. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hàn Yuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of the room, which was illuminated only by the flickering candlelight. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hàn Yuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exciting night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hàn Yuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The silence that had engulfed the room was shattered by the horrific sound of splintering wood. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hàn Yuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hàn Yuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards and staining the girl’s white skirt. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. Hàn Yuè’s long, piercing scream echoed through the cold air of the chamber, whilst dark red droplets of blood had left their mark upon the white silk of her gown. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼), desperately enamoured with the noblewoman Hàn Yuè, finds his path to union thwarted by formidable political constraints. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a perilous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 25.1k Views

"Beauty Chained to the Beast"

Title: Beauty Chained to the Beast In the brutal shadows of the criminal underworld, monsters are not born—they are made. Joon-hyuk, the heir to a vast and merciless empire, was raised to inherit power, not humanity. His father—an untouchable king of the underworld—built a dark empire so powerful it blurred the line between crime and legitimacy. From childhood, Joon-hyuk was molded into his successor, trained to rule without mercy. At first, he resisted. But the moment he realized the unsettling calm that came with bloodshed, something inside him changed. He became something even more dangerous than his father ever intended—a man feared as The Beast. Then he meets Yeo-jun. Soft, kind, and painfully fragile, Yeo-jun is everything Joon-hyuk is not. Once the son of a powerful politician, his life was shattered after the tragic loss of his mother and years of emotional neglect. But nothing compares to the night that destroyed him completely—when he was abducted, tortured, and left broken for a crime he never committed. Since then, Yeo-jun has lived in silence, consumed by fear, his emotions buried beneath deep trauma. When Joon-hyuk sees him for the first time, he doesn’t just see weakness—he sees something familiar. Something deeply connected to his own buried past. What begins as curiosity soon turns into obsession… and then into something far more dangerous: the need to protect, to possess, and ultimately, to heal. As their worlds intertwine, long-buried secrets begin to surface. Lives that once seemed separate reveal hidden connections, tying past and present together in unexpected ways. Alongside them, two other stories unfold: Min-jae, Joon-hyuk’s most trusted ally, carries the trauma of witnessing his parents’ brutal murder as a child—at the hands of the very empire he now serves. His path crosses with a village boy who arrives in the city chasing dreams, only to be trapped in a cruel system of exploitation. Together, they fight their pasts, finding strength, healing, and love in each other. Meanwhile, a younger brother—once rejected at birth—grows up craving warmth and a sense of belonging. His life begins to change when he meets a disciplined yet compassionate military officer assigned to him. What starts with conflict and resistance slowly turns into trust, companionship, and an unexpected love neither of them was prepared for. In a world shaped by pain, loss, and struggle, each character carries the weight of deep, unhealing scars. Yet, as their stories unfold, they gradually discover a light they never believed in—hope and a chance for a new beginning. Sometimes, even the darkest paths lead to a new turning point. Sometimes, the pain that once seemed unbearable softens in the face of love and understanding. And perhaps… what once seemed destined to destroy them becomes the very reason to live. Genre: BL, Mafia, Dark Romance, Trauma Healing, Psychological, LGBTQ+, Urban Fantasy, Adult Tags: Possessive ML, Hurt/Comfort, Obsession, Mafia Boss, PTSD, Trauma, Depression, Pain, Betrayal, Adult Content, Found Family, Multiple Couples, Redemption Content Warning: This novel includes themes of crime, violence, psychological trauma, and dark romance, with some sensitive and intense scenes. All characters and events are fictional, and any resemblance to real life is coincidental. Intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
Kailani_Projects · 33k Views

Jujutsu Kaisen: The Second Calamity

"In the womb, there was only room for one. He tried to eat me to become a God. He failed. Now, the world is my consolation prize." The Heian Era remembers Ryomen Sukuna as the King Of Curses, the four-armed catastrophe that leveled civilizations. But history is written by the survivors, and it conveniently forgot the twin who crawled out of the shadows of the womb, the one Sukuna couldn't finish. While Sukuna became the King of Curses through Cleave and Dismantle, his brother became something far more primal and terrifying: The Devourer. Possessing the Curse Technique: Apex Gluttony: Eternal Feast, he doesn’t just kill sorcerers, he consumes them whole. Their cursed energy is his wine, their unique techniques are his meat. He steals them, perfects them, and elevates them into something far more monstrous. To him, the Golden Age of Sorcery wasn’t a battlefield, it was a buffet. Now, in the modern era, the Second Calamity has awakened. Unsealed by forbidden blood in a Tokyo morgue, Ryomen Taotie rises with twenty Devourer’s Fangs scattered across the world, cursed objects far hungrier than his brother’s twenty fingers. He has only one true goal: collect every last Fang to reclaim his complete form, then force Sukuna to fully rebirth outside the pink-haired boy’s body in Tokyo. Only then will he drag his brother into the open and devour him completely, ending the farce of the so-called King of Curses. He has no interest in Sukuna’s finger hunt or the petty ideals of Jujutsu High. To the brother of the King, Gojo Satoru isn’t a threat, Yuji Itadori isn’t family, and the cursed spirits aren’t allies. They are simply the next course.
CrowniX · 1.7k Views

The only Necromancer in the Legion of the Dead

I never wished to be one of the Dead. Being one of the Dead isn’t what normal people normally pray for. But that's the problem, I'm not normal. Although, in this context, being Dead doesn’t truly mean you are dead. At least, not entirely. It is a state between life and death. Where your soul lingers, your humanity fades, and something else begins to take its place. And yet… I chose it. No. I was chosen. And now, having accepted this existence, it has become my deepest need to become the most evolved of the Dead. Once, I was nothing more than an orphan, just another forgotten boy surviving in the slums, living inside a rusting, converted bus my uncle once used to cook drugs. I fought to survive, 'cause aside from my not so caring uncle, I had no one. Well, not until Death found me. That was when everything changed. Death exposed me to the true reality hidden beneath the illusion of what I once believed the world to be. I saw monstrous things; demons, fallen warriors, and necromantic beings raised through forbidden magic. Souls dragged back from death and forced into existence once more, but in monstrous forms. I saw creatures; evils and beasts that threatened to devour our entire sphere. Then, I also learned the truth. Earth is not the only sphere that exists. There are countless others, each inhabited by different species and creatures. There is the Elven Sphere; the world of the elves. The Orcanian Sphere, home of the orcs; green-skinned beings shaped like humans, yet far from them. And the Dwarken Spheres; the domain of the dwarves. And then… there is the Forbidden Sphere. The sphere of monstrosities. A realm where demons, abominations, and horrors beyond imagination are born. It is from this sphere that the horrors come. These spheres do not exist in isolation. They connect and at times overlap. They bleed into one another… and into ours. Yes… bleed. It is not many times that you will just suddenly wake up and find out that the friend beside you all this while has been an elf or an orc that entered to explore your world, but was hidden from you all this while because you lacked the sight to see through nature. When I was found by death, that was when I learned all this, when I learned who I was, the power within me, my truth, and my destiny. And now, I must navigate through all these worlds and fight all these monsters and demons in order to keep our sphere and other spheres safe. Because if I don't... Our sphere, and every other will fall.
Da_Sn · 3k Views

the lady in black

Every fairy tale has a cost. Hers was everything. ​Blake Anderson was never meant to be a trophy. Born into a life of stifling expectations, she was a prisoner of her parents' ambition long before she ever set foot in the glittering, smoke-filled clubs of the city. But the night she met Elliot, the darkness finally took a face and it was devastatingly beautiful. ​A billionaire prince of a criminal empire, Elliot offered her a world of intoxicating indulgence, whisking her away from her hollow life with the promise of a future paved in wealth. Blinded by the intoxicating pull of first love, Blake willingly walked into his arms, unaware that his affection was merely a tether, and his generosity was a down payment on her life. ​Her transition into his world was swift and suffocating. Behind the heavy, iron-wrought gates of his estate, the luxury turned to lead. Her voice was silenced, her movements tracked, and her agency stripped away until she was nothing more than a ghost haunting her own life. As Elliot’s true nature uncoiled revealing a cruelty as cold as his wealth, Blake found herself trapped in a gilded labyrinth where the exits were bolted shut and the walls were built by the people she once called family. ​Then came the day she was discarded left to wither in the cold, unfeeling dark, a casualty of a power game she never chose to play. But they made a fatal mistake: they left her alive. ​Now, the woman who was once molded into submission has been forged into something much more dangerous. Resurrected from the wreckage of her own life, Blake is no longer the girl who dreamt of models and med school. She is the shadow in the room, the whisper in the night, and the architect of a slow, exquisite retribution. ​The debt is overdue. The players have been set. And as the empire of gold begins to bleed, Blake will ensure that when the dust settles, there is nothing left to bury. ​In this game of vengeance, mercy is a luxury she can no longer afford.
The_source · 139 Views