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Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel
Ace_zza · 16.9k Views

The Forsaken Empress

In the powerful kingdom of Salastian, where nobles wield both sword and magic, Elisana Laurel De Claire has lived her life in devotion to duty. Betrothed since childhood to her dearest friend, Crown Prince Marcus Alastair Von Salastian, their arranged union was meant to unite the empire and bring an age of peace. But when Marcus ascends the throne, the promises of childhood fade. The Emperor’s gaze turns elsewhere — to Lady Alessandra Torresano, a viscount’s daughter whose charm and ambition capture the court’s favor. As whispers of scandal bloom within palace walls, Elisana, now Empress, becomes invisible in her own home. The laughter that once filled her chambers is replaced by silence, the warmth of love by the chill of betrayal. When false accusations strike her name and the man she trusted chooses to doubt her, Elisana finally breaks her chains — choosing dignity over despair. Her plea for divorce shocks the empire. Her departure shatters the Emperor’s heart too late. Years pass. Elisana rebuilds her life in the countryside, opening a school for orphans and rediscovering the woman she once was — strong, kind, and free. Meanwhile, Marcus’s empire begins to crumble under the weight of his guilt and political unrest. When rebellion threatens Salastian, the forsaken empress becomes the empire’s last hope. Fate draws them together once more — not as ruler and consort, but as two souls scarred by love and consequence. In the quiet of battle councils and moonlit gardens, Marcus learns humility, and Elisana learns forgiveness — or something close to it. Together, they confront the ghosts of their past, the cost of pride, and the fragile miracle of second chances. And as the empire blooms again, so too does their love — this time rooted not in duty, but in choice.
Milo_Cielo · 6.3k Views

The Mythic Rank Hunter

Note: If you are Looking for something non-harem then you can try my other work, "The Villainess is my fiance but: she is gentle towards me". ___________________________________ Fifty years ago, the world of Nebula was the most advanced world in existence. People lived in floating cities, flew in the sky with their vehicles, and used teleportation gates to travel between continents. It was a peaceful age without war or conflict. But that peace ended when something unnatural appeared. Dungeons!! Out of nowhere, these strange structures began to appear across the planet, and after some time, terrifying monsters started coming out of them. The monsters were so strong that even Nebula’s most powerful weapons couldn’t harm them. Cities fell, and hope began to fade. Then, a miracle happened. Some humans started awakening supernatural powers, abilities beyond science. People called them Hunters. With their new powers, the Hunters fought back and slowly brought balance to the world. Now, fifty years later, Nebula has found a fragile peace. But how long will it last? When new dungeons appear and stronger monsters rise, the fate of Nebula will once again be tested. ______ Note: Please don’t judge the story too fast. The start may look normal, but things begin to make sense as the chapters go on. You don’t need to read the whole story, just try around 100 chapters before deciding. Even if you still give it one star, I’ll be grateful that you gave it a fair chance. _______ Note: If you are Looking for a non-harem novel, then try my other book, " The Villainess is my fiance but she is gentle towards me"
Hastenslowly · 11.4k Views

My Contract Marriage with my Narcissist Boss

Kang Hye-rin thought she’d buried her past — especially the memory of Lee Joon-hyuk, the boy who once humiliated her in front of their entire school. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Years later, he’s her boss — colder, sharper, and infuriatingly handsome in a suit that probably costs more than her rent. And just when she’s finally learned how to avoid him, he makes an offer that flips her world upside down. A contract marriage. ₩150 million now, ₩200 million after one year. No emotions. No strings. Just business. For Joon-hyuk, it’s the perfect way to protect his company and calm the board’s demands for a “stable” image. For Hye-rin, it’s the only way to save her family’s restaurant and pay off the debt her father took after her brother’s accident. But living under the same roof with a man she once hated — a man whose slightest glance still makes her heart stutter — turns out to be harder than she ever imagined. Every argument sparks, every silence hums, and every accidental touch blurs the line between pretending and feeling. He’s arrogant, jealous, and dangerously charming. She’s stubborn, proud, and one heartbeat away from falling again. And somewhere between the lies, laughter, and late-night standoffs… their fake marriage starts to feel a little too real. Because sometimes, love doesn’t knock — it barges back in wearing a perfect suit and an infuriating smirk. Contemporary romance, Ceo, enemies-to-lovers, Korean setting, handsome male lead, strong female lead, slow burn, love triangle.
VolaxPen · 43.8k Views

Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake— or maybe this was a curse just like everyone says it is. But I always knew deep down that I was never meant to be theirs. They belonged to her. To my twin sister, Chalice, who was sweet. Perfect. Worshipped by the entire pack… and pure venom behind closed doors. The three brothers— Zevran, Kael, and Caelum— hate me with a fire that burns hotter than the bond tying us together. And I know because I see it in their eyes… I feel it in the way their burning touch lingers a second too long. They despise me. Just like everyone else does. But they want me. And no matter how much I try to stay away, the mate bond keeps dragging me back into their world of heat, power, hatred and danger. Maybe, I should leave… I know. But fate plays a cruel game. And as truths unravel and secrets come to light, the triplets— the ones who once despised me— now see me for who I am. Now, they want me— unabashedly. But by the time they realize this, it is a little too late. I’ve been broken by them a little too much. And I am done being anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We want you, Leilani… we always have. Always would. Please take this as our way of saying sorry. For everything, for not believing you… for letting our judgements be clouded by…” Caelum said softly, his voice trailing off, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips as his other hand found the warm spot between my thighs. My eyes snagged on his full lips— pink and inviting; But they’d been kissed by another. And I don’t do leftovers. I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head to rid myself of this pitiful sight and clenching my legs together to force his hands out. He didn’t budge. “No.” I said sharply, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I’m done. Go back to Chalice… she suits you more than I ever did.” Kael’s voice vibrated through my body as he pressed himself flush against me. His brothers Caelum and Zevran leaned in too, their lips on the shell of my ears, one’s fingers grazing over my taut nipple. “I’ll burn the world, Leilani,” he growled, his voice deep. Threatening. “I’ll burn the entire world, if that’s what it takes to win you back.” “Then I'd like to see you after the world’s been successfully burnt down. Maybe then we’ll have this conversation.” I answered, and with that, I pushed their hands away and leapt off the cupboard. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t turn around. I was the monster they’d made. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains triggers and explicit scenes of abuse, Graphic violence and murder, explicit sexual activities, strong language and dark, obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised. ****
Ahvahh_ · 1.3m Views

Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas)

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.
AlexisDee · 1.2m Views

GRAVE OF HEROES

They called it the Victory—the day the Demon King was defeated, thanks to the great heroes who risked everything to save the world. But they were wrong. The real disaster began when the battle ended. From the fallen demon and the slain heroes emerged a dark curse, a hungry mist known as the Grave of Heroes. This mist doesn’t just kill; it devours magic, memories, and hope. It turns the world into a desolate place. In the midst of all this is Ronan. He’s not a hero; he’s a medic who survived the final confrontation not because of strength or skill, but by pure luck. Plagued by the ghosts of the heroes who fell around him, he now tends to the sick and dying in a world that no longer values healers. He carries a heavy secret: his immunity to the Blight. It seems to push him away, as if he holds no significance—just an empty soul in a world filled with fading magic. Ronan's fragile existence is upended when remnants of the old regime find him. They don’t see him as a healer; they view him as a tool, a key. The heroes he admired didn’t die completely; they became twisted and corrupted, trapped within the Blight. The once-great Sun-Knight is now a dormant shell of light and decay, while the cunning Shadow Ranger has transformed into a wild, ghostly figure. Now, Ronan faces an impossible task: he must rescue the broken heroines he once looked up to from their own corrupted powers. But he won’t wield a sword. Instead, his strengths are his compassion, his determination to fight for every patient, and the unique ability that allows him to reach out to these women without being harmed by their twisted magic. He dreams of creating a safe haven for them, a family born from the ruins of a so-called victory. But a ruthless Warden is on his heels, seeing the corrupted heroes as mere weapons to manipulate rather than lives to save. To help them, Ronan must confront a shocking truth about the Blight: it’s not just a mindless force, but a troubled new consciousness, and the women he cares for hold the power to either soothe it or unleash its final, destructive fury. In a world that has lost faith in kindness, can a healer driven by compassion become the strongest force alive?
obiezedivine65 · 302 Views

SSS-RANK: The Time God

Commander Justin wasn't noble blood, just insanely smart but he rose fast, leading armies better than anyone in Valderra. He once saved the Duke’s son from enemy lines during a storm, turning certain defeat into victory after victory. Yet instead of honor or land, what came next shocked him completely. One moment he stood victorious; the next, pain flared as someone behind him drove steel deep. It was one of his trusted guards delivering the blow all because the Duke had given the word. As darkness swallowed him mid-fall into that endless crack in reality, only one thing burned through: how could this happen? Death should’ve finished it. But then light stabs his eyes, sharp and white. A voice cuts through, flat like metal [SSS-RANK SYSTEM: CHRONO DOMINION ACTIVATED] [TEMPORAL RESET: -60 YEARS] Justin wakes up inside Robin Stark’s weak, failing body, a boy doomed from birth. This kid? The unwanted third son of the Duke who had Justin killed. A disaster struck when Robin was born, some massive rift tearing through reality, wiping out tons of people. That’s why his kin treat him like trash, no love, no food, just chains in a hidden chamber. Back then, he died alone at twelve, nobody noticing, nobody caring. Robin’s got Commander Justin’s mind inside him, two decades of tough fights plus knowing exactly how things play out sixty years ahead. Even better? He’s hooked up to the Chrono Dominion System, a top-tier ability that lets him bend reality. It gives him Time Echo to flip back a few key moments mid-fight. Or Void Step, vanishing completely when needed. Then there’s Chrono Overdrive, cranking his strength way up like five times stronger in an instant. The road’s harsh. Just to fix himself and tap into insane strength, Robin needs combat, ending foes while stealing their energy. With zero advantages, he drags himself up through the lowest ranks at the military school. He’ll build risky bonds, twist elite haters into pawns without them noticing. The Duke believes his cursed kid isn't worth a glance but turns out, he’s dead off track. Robin Stark’ll crawl out of the dark hole his dad left him in. Once he’s through, getting even with House Stark ain’t enough. He’ll grab the crown right away. Yet in a place where power get twisted, how much is lost just to tweak destiny?
Plot_muse · 4k Views