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Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation with him. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! No mother betrayal either!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/BUnnWjnWZw check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Jin_moon · 3.3m Views

Naruto: The Rise of Kumogakure

Rukon, a Muay Thai fighter from Thailand, spent his life chasing victory and finally won the championship he always dreamed of. But soon after, circumstances forced him out of the sport he loved. Stripped of purpose, he spiraled into depression and took his own life. Instead of fading into nothingness, he found himself reborn in the Naruto in Kumogakure, as the grandson of the legendary Third Raikage, right in the middle of the Third Great Ninja War. Rukon begins reshaping the future of Kumo. He revives the forgotten treasures of the Sage of Six Paths, reforms the village's systems, and slowly alters the chain of events that once led to the Third Raikage's death. But his influence doesn't stop at Kumo. He even changes the fate of Hinata Hyuga, the girl he once admired, ensuring that Kumo's infamous kidnapping attempt succeeds in a very different way than history recorded. Genres: War/ Action / Drama / Slow Burn/ Romance / Alt-Universe / Male-Oriented MC Pairing: OC x Hinata Tags: Reincarnation, OP Hinata, OP OC, Kumo-centric, Divergent Timeline Updates: 3 chapters per week The story starts with 3rd Great ninja war, It will take place for 60 chapters. Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don't claim ownership or credit for any pre-existing characters or content associated with the original Naruto or Boruto franchise. This is Original Fanon not translation. I wrote this fanon. Experimenting with titles... For Advance chapters: Reborn as the Grandson of the Raikage
aizenDuchiha0 · 219.9k Views

THE DEMON QUEEN ’S BABY PRINCE: My "Lulu" Days at the Royal Academy

"My mother is the Queen of Darkness... but to her, I’m just her 'little pumpkin'." ​Reincarnated as Alexandros, the third son of the terrifying Queen Hecate of the Erebos Kingdom, I had everything going for me. Ancestral magic, a royal bloodline, and a mother so overprotective she’d start a world war over a scraped knee. ​Under the terms of the new peace treaty, I’ve been sent to the Valerius Institute—the most prestigious human academy. My plan? Keep a low profile, ace my exams, and enjoy a peaceful daily life. ​The problem? ​My mother crashes parent-teacher conferences in full suit of armor. ​My potential "fiancées"—an obsessed human Saint and a possessive werewolf—won't leave me alone for a second. ​The "Peace Treaty" is just a front for a conspiracy targeting me directly. ​Between magic homework and explosive family dinners, I’ll have to prove that even if Mom still calls me "Lulu," you shouldn't underestimate the crown prince of chaos. ​My birth might not have been a coincidence... and the world isn't ready for the truth. --------------------------------------------------- { Monday to Friday: * 1 Chapter/day at 11:00 PM } {​Weekend Special (Saturday & Sunday): * 2 Chapters/day! * Releases between 9:00 PM and 11:00 PM} --------------------------------------------------- ​Tags : #Harem #Academy #Yandere #NonHuman #SliceOfLife #Action #Adventure #WeakToStrong #Kingdom #RichFamily #Comedy
George_Dahmer · 19.7k Views

The Feral Alpha's Captive

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut
Lilac_Everglade · 225.7k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 19.6k Views