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WHERE TEMPTATION BITES

Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.
Lucky_Damsel · 9.4k Views

The God Who Slept for 50,000 Years

He slept for 50,000 years. He woke up to an eviction notice from the universe. Veltharion is one of the five most powerful gods in existence—a being who could freeze time across continents, crumble mountains with a touch, and command the very fabric of eternity. He's also extraordinarily lazy. When he decided to take "a short nap" fifty millennia ago, he didn't expect to wake up to a world that had forgotten him. His temples? Ruins. His worshippers? Dead for generations. His remaining followers? Three. An elderly monk, a professor, and someone even he doesn't know. Now the Divine Parliament has given him an ultimatum: gather 1,000 followers in one year, or be erased from existence. For a god who perfected the art of doing nothing, this is the worst possible punishment. Forced to descend into the mortal realm—a world now overrun by monsters, dimensional Gates, and superpowered Hunters—Veltharion must navigate modern society with a human body that limits his divine powers to a fraction of their true strength. His only advantages? Thousands of years of battle knowledge he's too lazy to use. Abilities that could reshape reality if they didn't damage his fragile vessel. And a sarcastic wit that makes everyone want to punch him. His first lead? A stubborn E-Rank Hunter with an incomplete blessing and enough potential to rival the strongest—if only someone would bother to unlock it. The countdown begins. 363 days remaining.
alvahraaaa · 311 Views

HYBIRD BLACKEYED

DISCLAIMER:- ⌊ READ THIS STORY ONLY IF YOU R COMFORTABLE WITH A.I ASSITANTED CONTENT ⌋ ⟦ A.I ASSISTANTED CONTENT I.E USE OF A.I FOR GRAMMAR AND WORD ENHANCE FOR FOREIGN AUDIENCE, THE STORY, ITS PLOT'S, DIALOGUE'S AND SCRIPT EVERYTHING IS MADE BY HUMAN/AUTHOR⟧ 〔 NEW CHAPTER EVERY OTHER DAY AND REGULAR ON WEEKENDS 〕 〔 TUESDAY, THRUSDAY, SATURDAY AND SUNDAY 〕 ⌊ THANK YOU ⌋ Neo-Berlin is a city of stark contrasts—a place where the shiny future is built right on top of the crumbling past. Imagine towering skyscrapers of chrome and glass, powered by clean energy, promising a perfect, orderly world. But then you look down, and the streets are shadowed, heavy with history. The city's obsessively clean, almost like they're trying to scrub away the 20th century. Yet, everyone's forced to study those wars in agonizing detail. It's a bit twisted, right? This obsession with the past? That's Hawkstroke’s main problem. His family name, Stroke, isn't just a name—it's like a curse. For generations, the world's blamed the Strokes for starting both World War I and World War II. Seriously. This historical blame has turned into modern-day prejudice. Hawk's constantly getting suspicious looks, like he's got "bad news" written all over him. People genuinely believe the Strokes are genetically predisposed to cause global conflict. They treat Hawk like he's a ticking time bomb, just waiting to set off the next war. Now, this toxic vibe? It's thickest at Neo-Berlin High School. Picture this massive, imposing building—less like a school, more like a high-security government facility disguised as an academy. It's built on the exact spot where Hawk’s brother, Hank, died back in 2024. Neo-Berlin High is where the city’s elite send their kids—the descendants of the people who wrote the history books that trash the Strokes. The school itself is intimidating: dark granite, echoing hallways, designed to make you feel small and compliant. Every security camera, every locked door, every silent, judgmental stare from another student reminds Hawk that he's walking into a dangerous game. He knows the school holds the key to evidence Hank secretly gave him—evidence that proves Hank’s death wasn't the "accident" the city claims. For Hawk, Neo-Berlin High isn't just about getting an education. It's the battleground where he has to fight the history that condemns his family and the powerful people who killed his brother. 【EXTRA GENRES:- MYSTERY, MURDER, THRILLER, BRUTALITY, DEEP VIOLENCE, GENIUS VILLAIN, MAFIAS, GANG WARS, UNDERWORLD, POLITICS, POLITICAL REALITY AND VIOLENCE, MARTIAL ARTS, SECRET IDENTITY, TRAGEDY, SCHOOL LIFE, GLOBAL WARS, SURVIVAL, STRATEGY.】 BENEFITS IF YOU R A REGULAR READER :- Q&A (+) POLLS AND VOTES (+) THEORIES AND OPINION (+) REGULAR VIEWERS WILL GET THEIR NAMES LISTED IN THE TOP 3 LOYAL READERS AT THE END OF EVERY MONTH 【• EVEN IF THIS STORY GETS REJECTED I WILL CONTINUE TO UPLOAD CHAPTERS BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE, IM 15 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS JUST MY IMAGINARY STORY, I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS STORY FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS, BUT BECAUSE OF SCHOOL AND STUDIES, I WAS NEVER ABLE TO UPLOAD IT. WITH 2026, HOWEVER, I’VE MADE A FRESH START, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY STORY.】 [CHAPTERS LENGTH = 300 TO 500] INSPIRATION OF THIS STORY:- [1. LOOKISM 100%] [2. NARUTO 75%] [3. BLEACH 80%] [4. ONE PIECE 75%] [5.DRAGON BALL 100%] [6. SOLO LEVELING 75%] [7. ONE PUNCH-MAN 100%] [8. JUJUTSU KAISEN 80%]
WeAebpym · 6.6k Views

The Lady of Blueprints and Blackmail

He wanted to build bridges. Now he has to burn them. Arthur was a brilliant but overworked civil engineer who died alone in his cubicle. His only wish for the afterlife? A long nap and a boring, normal life. Instead, he wakes up in the body of Taylor von Oakhaven, the despised, frail third daughter of a poverty-stricken Count in a backward fantasy world. The land is filled with mud, disease, and starvation. The castle is falling apart. Her father wishes she was dead, her step-sister loves her a little too much, and her personal maid is dangerously obsessed. But Arthur—now Taylor—is an engineer. He has a System that rewards him for bringing civilization to this dark age. He plans to pave roads, build sewers, and invent the steam engine to buy his way to a comfortable life. It was a perfect plan. Until he found the note under his pillow. Written on modern paper with a ballpoint pen—technology that shouldn't exist here—was a message: "I know you aren't her. Fix this mess, or you're next. — A" Now, Taylor is trapped in a deadly game. She must use concrete and gunpowder to uplift her territory while hunting for a stalker who knows her past life. They thought she was just a useless noble girl. They didn't know she was about to industrialize their nightmares. Fans of "The Greatest Estate Developer"’s comedy, "Release That Witch"’s technology, and "Pretty Little Liars"’s suspense will love this twisted kingdom-building thriller.
TokyoSan · 13k Views

Infinite Skill Harvest in Another World

Ayan was a twenty-eight-year-old man whose tireless dedication to social work had earned him immense love and popularity among his people. At the peak of his influence, he decided to step into the arena of politics, fueled by the hope of bringing real change. His future seemed radiant; he was set to marry his beloved Lily right after the election. But fate had a darker design. During a heated campaign rally, an assassin’s bullet cut his journey short. As the world faded into gray, his final, lingering thought was a question to the universe: “What is the reward for a life spent doing good?” ​When his eyes next flickered open, the sterile scent of death was gone, replaced by the damp, earthy fragrance of an ancient forest. He was in the body of a youth. ​Suddenly, a resonant, crystalline voice vibrated not in the air, but directly within his mind. ​“Master Rola.” ​“I am your System,” the voice replied with a melodic yet mechanical precision. “As a reward for your past deeds of virtue, Nature has granted you a second chance at life. To ensure your survival in this world, I have been bestowed upon you as your Unique Skill.” ​Ayan gasped, his mind reeling. “A second chance? A reward?” ​“Correct,” the System continued. “I am the 'Skill Mimic.' With my assistance, you possess the ability to copy and master any skill you witness. I was sent to find you by the directive of the Great Master. You are no longer Ayan; you are Rola.” ​Finally he realised that, He had been reincarnated. A bittersweet smile touched Rola’s lips as he stood up, testing his new strength. The universe had answered his final question, and now, he would live again.
Kazi_S · 7.1k Views