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[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

A strange store that sells everything suddenly appears in the town. The Owner of the store is a young man and anyone who tried to mess with him %$#@. The products of the store are expensive, yet the queue outside the store never stops. "So what, If you're an Emperor? I'll fight to the death with you if you try to break the queue." These scenes outside the store were daily occurrences.

Lìngxiāo is the same boy Chóng Fēi believed he had killed indirectly by exposing him. Since the time Lìngxiāo was Eighteen, he has carried a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controlling clan above him, he roams the land with three burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, to clear his own name—from his own father's murder—and to unravel the mystery behind the man who raised him before disappearing right after he learned to stand on his own. Was his father killed? Or was there something deeper than that? Who was that bloodless "uncle" who used to teach him what is distraction and what is destination? Were those teasing words—"A wave of pleasure"—something more than what he took too long to understand? Soon, his destiny took an unexpected turn. His hometown Yún Xi calls him back—not as who he used to be, but as a professional exorcist. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost, where no exorcist who answered the call has ever survived. When Lìngxiāo arrives, a silent surprise awaits him. The ghost is one groom or something else? why isn't his calculation matching? who hunts the heir this much? That heir is Chóng Fēi. He has spent more then seven years carrying the weight of a death he believes he caused—the death of Xiǎo Lìng, the boy who once protected him from his father's cruelty. He has spent years trapped between his father's control and the skull mummy who haunts his every step. Now, Chóng Fēi finds himself drawn to the mysterious, perpetually smiling exorcist. Something about Lìngxiāo feels familiar. Something about him makes Chóng Fēi want to trust—and want to run. He doesn't know that the man he's falling for is the same boy he's been mourning. During the investigation—through a ballad of needles and fear, all for the sake of keeping the heir alive—Chóng Fēi's one-sided longing grows into deep love. It becomes his reason to walk slower. To share belongings. To share his trauma. And Lìngxiāo, who has been searching for answers about his father and his uncle, begins to realize that the demonic energy haunting Yún Xi isn't just around him. It's around Chóng Fēi too. The ghosts are not the villains. They are victims of someone else—a mastermind who has been watching, waiting, pulling the strings. And there is more than one. The unknown one seems to be above the other. Can someone who roots for power and legacy move for the songbird whose nature is flying around, searching for his origin? And who even bothered enough to raise a hopeless boy without purpose—only to leave just when he had started to fly high and wanted to hear that simple "Do not worry, boy"? Let's find out on the surface of tears and smiles—which is not even the start or the end, but the middle of something far more complicated but ends into someone else's epic. It's slow burn and contains intimate scenes after chapter 100. Dark themes included but handled with care. (My babies are THE MEN this world requires so yeah, I believe you would fall in love with them!) Bonus book: For The Four Arms, One Soul [a book inspired by Chóng Fēi's shelf! say thanks to him for being such a story bug!] Status: mostly on hiatus since October 2026 to the next 6 months. Extremely sorry for my sudden emergency. Might upload twice a week if possible. You don't have to worry. This book is not dropped. Feel free to love and support! Also cover is arranged by me not just edits!

A second life. A broken body. A ruthless world. Mo Fan was a graduate student on Earth until gravity ended his life. He opened his eyes in this world, finding himself at the bottom of the food chain. With "Trash Spirit Roots," he has no future in Cultivation. However, he brought something else with him: The power to command death. From stitching rat teeth onto finger bones to grafting demon legs onto skeletons, Mo Fan uses his knowledge and his System to turn corpses into weapons. He will survive. He will level up. And he will turn this world into his hunting ground.

Mana is the engine of the world. Most people are born with a single genetic key that unlocks it in one specific way fire, speed, force. One ability. One road. Walk it long enough and it becomes effortless. A young man attending court-mandated therapy for attacking his twin brother in his sleep, compelled by recurring dreams of a facility he has never visited, a massacre he has no reason to remember, and a girl with white hair and purple eyes who looks exactly like someone he knows while he is in world where the barrier separating realms has begun to fail, an ancient sorcerer of catastrophic power has escaped a centuries-old seal, elves are leaving their forests, dragons are crossing into human territory, and the person most likely to do anything useful about any of this is a twenty-something who insists repeatedly, to anyone who will listen that he is not a hero. He's just getting the job done. I will also be posting on Royal Road https://www.royalroad.com/profile/459828/fictions

Calamity strikes the Five Lands of Ylbunish. The Darkness quietly slipped between the cracks of hierarchy, bowing the entire continent to its will silently. Kings stringed like puppets, guards turning their blades against their brothers... Chaos is a certainty promised by tomorrow. Or is it? Hope, no matter how diminished it seems, still subsides. For The Spear, the ancestral foes of The Darkness, has not fallen fully yet. Talj Horsh, the last Spearman known alive, will do anything in his power to prevent the impending doom looming over the Five Lands. No matter the cost. A/N: These chapters are a semi-polished draft of the upcoming official TSC story. The actual official and final product will bring modifications to some aspects of it. If you're interested in the story and enjoy reading it so far, you may find more information about its lore in the discord server: https://discord.gg/96pw5G9tDw

A tale about the former leader of a special organization served under royalty, now leaving his past life behind and unintentionally getting involved with the martial world.

Untold, Unheard and the Unwritten. How far will you sink, while you count your breaths to know what your were never supposed to. To piece all that is broken, to see the truth laid before you. The days are flowing and time is ticking... What can't be hidden, can't be erased. Souls of the world, from blood it was written and from blood it will be read.

A Murdered Envoy, a Stolen Treasure On a snowy night, an envoy sent by the Kingdom of Khotan is ambushed on the road, massacred with his escort. Not a living soul remains, and the attackers vanish-along with a precious jade intended as tribute to the emperor of Sui. A member of the emperor's secret intelligence agency, the Jiejian Bureau, pursues the case: the formidable deputy chief, Feng Xiao. His investigation takes him to Liugong City, where top martial artists from across the land gather for a mysterious auction. But a rival intelligence agency, the Zuoyne Bureau, has business in the same city and they have sent Cui Buqu, an ailing but brilliant man who hides more secrets than even Feng Xiao. Equally proud, the two immediately clash in a battle of wits, but neither can crack the case alone. To solve the mystery before the trail goes cold, they will have to join hands to uncover the truth...however unwillingly, HISTORICAL PERIOD Peerless is set in the first era of the Sui dynasty, Kaihuang. Emperor Wen of Sui (given name Yang Jian) established his dynasty in 581 AD after usurping the throne from the previous Zhou dynasty. Though Sui was a short-lived dynasty that eventually fell apart in the hands of his son, Emperor Yang, Emperor Wen is viewed as one of the most influential emperors of ancient China, both for his prosperous rule and for the reunification of the Central Plains after over two hundred years of war and turmoil

After his own wife betrays him for his millions, the god of beasts has mercy and gives him a chance at another life where he lives the life of his choice. In return he was made into a warrior who fights for the sake of the god of beasts whenever he is called upon.

An Zhe was a mushroom whose lifelong mission was to raise his own spore. One day, he lost his spore. He searched all over the world for a long time before finally seeing a familiar spore on the news. An Zhe desperately knocked on the door of a colonel in the human military. “Hello, Sir.  Did your research turn out well? Can I have my son back after the research?” The colonel looked cold. “Your son?” “I gave birth to it QAQ.” The colonel stated, “I raised it.” “Sir, really. It is mine QAQ.” “Give birth to another one to let me see.” An Zhe: crying   TL Disclaimer: 1. Not as fluffy as the summary makes it sound. Not mpreg. 2. Apocalyptic wasteland science fiction (no zombies) 3. Happy Ending

Dark fantasy

Adeline Brown thought marrying Dwayne Davis meant leaving the pain of her past behind and building a future founded on love and trust. But their happily-ever-after is shattered when a notorious serial killer begins targeting people connected to Dwayne's past, leaving behind a chilling message at every crime scene: “To my dearest Dee, Until the Truth Do Us Part.” As the investigation intensifies, Dwayne is forced to confront a long-buried secret he has spent years trying to outrun. With every new victim, old lies unravel, dangerous truths surface, and the walls around their marriage begin to crumble. Caught between a relentless killer, a haunting past, and a love tested by deception, Adeline must decide how far she’s willing to go for the man she vowed to stand beside. Because sometimes, the greatest threat to a marriage isn’t death… It’s the truth.

Having unified Britannia and established the Fairy Kingdom, Shirou returned to Japan in 1993. “Fuyuki… what a peaceful city…” He had thought he could spend the rest of his life in quiet peace, but then he caught sight of an unexpectedly familiar figure. “Morgan!! When did you get here?” Blonde Girl: “Just now some lunatic mistook me for Jeanne d'Arc, and now this… Seriously, how could anyone possibly confuse me with my royal sister? I’m King Arthur!” Shirou: “That’s hilarious. If you’re King Arthur, then who am I?” … This is a fan translation of 从妖精国归来的士郎 by 角宿一. Please consider supporting the original author if you can.

【A false Necromancer lacks troops and is hunted down by others.】 【A true Necromancer commands countless skeletons and becomes a ruler in their own right.】 After obtaining the Dual-Portal, Wu Heng discovered that the original world was overrun with zombies. When the plan to become a profiteer failed, a new plan for survival began. Wu Heng chose to become a 'Necromancer.' Can't summon the undead in another world? The entire apocalyptic planet is a source of troops. Can't survive in the zombie world? Then I'll live and learn skills in another world. From that point on, the world witnessed an undead army equipped with modern weapons. Natural disaster looms, with millions of skeletons. Undying bone dragons, undead kings. (Dual-Portal + Necromancer + Magic + Fantasy World + Undead Plague.) Patreon link for those interested: https://www.patreon.com/FALCON_N

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

A prophecy which was supposed to turn the Wheel of Time, shattered. Along with it, the beginning of a broken era. Humans live within it with their recovered technology and borrowed power from a severed deity, who is guarded by her beloved. Anish woke up in the broken era within ruins, wearing a face which wasn't his. Someone murdered him... or her? And left the body on a red-tinted seashore. Will he try to go back? Or try to adapt here? Was it really Anish who woke up? Or was he never Anish at all — just plain old Viriya?

Crestwood used to be peaceful. Now people lock their doors before sunset. The town has become consumed by a string of brutal murders, each victim connected in ways the police fail to understand. To everyone else, the deaths seem random. But Aubrey knows better. There’s a pattern hidden beneath the bloodshed—something watching, choosing, waiting. And when the pattern begins circling her, she realizes she was never outside of it. Desperate for answers, Aubrey gathers the friends she trusts most, only to uncover a terrifying truth: all of them are connected by something far deeper than coincidence. Their lives, their encounters, even the tragedies that shaped them feel orchestrated, as though they had been guided toward one another long before they were born. But the deeper they dig, the more reality itself begins to unravel. Because behind Crestwood lies something far worse than a murderer. There are forces moving beyond human sight—silent influences shaping lives, steering choices, and bending fate toward an outcome only they understand. To them, people are nothing more than expendable positions in a larger design, living entire lives unaware they were never truly in control. Everything was proceeding exactly as intended. Until one of them changed. Among Aubrey’s group, one fate begins drifting beyond what was planned, triggering a chain reaction no one foresaw. What should have remained controllable becomes unpredictable. Dangerous. For the first time, something within the system is no longer obeying the role it was given. And if even one pawn can move on its own… Then the ones controlling the board may finally learn what fear feels like.

Transmigrated to a 'Civilian' Senju Shinobi - Check No System - Check Realistic Progression - Check What else do you need. Check this fanfic too ^_~ Disclaimer : If you like fast paced chapters, you can read from chapter 50 and ignore chapters 15-50.