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The Snapdragon's Bite

What if the apocalypse was a lie everyone agreed to believe? The official record states the world ended in 2035 due to a "Cascade Geomagnetic Anomaly." resulting in "The Supernatural Apocalypse." Sixteen-year-old Aurelia discovers this is the first in a long series of lies after her adoptive sister is murdered in the Paris maglev bombing. In her final moments, Gwen doesn't just die—she passes Aurelia a terrible inheritance: the power to see the glitches in reality. Thrust into the opulent and oppressive Aethelgard Academy, Aurelia learns the truth. The academy isn't a school; it's a "Locus," a prison built on a wound in reality to contain a primordial entity of chaos known as the Static Man. She is the "Weaver Prime," the living key to maintaining the walls of existence itself. Surrounded by enemies in gothic spires, her only allies are a suspicious collection of outcasts: · Sloane, a cynical hacker who knows all the academy's darkest secrets and communicates with a shadowy network fighting a silent war. · Cassian, a dangerously charming boy with powers that are not his own, grafted onto him at a terrible cost. · Iris, a botanical prodigy with no memory of saving Aurelia's life, whose very existence might be the result of a forbidden experiment. · Leo, a feral fugitive hunted by a rival organization, whose blood holds the power of absolute destruction. As students are poisoned to destabilize the prison, townspeople vanish into pixelated rain, and a fanatical Cult emerges to unmake the world, Aurelia uncovers a conspiracy that stretches from the highest levels of power to the silent, omnipotent species beyond the Antarctic Icewalls. To save what's left of the world, Aurelia must master a power she fears, trust allies who might be pawns, and unravel the mystery of her own past. But the final secret she uncovers is the most terrifying of all: saving humanity might require her to become the monster that controls it—or the goddess who ends it.
Pixelate_Studios · 4.6k Views

FREE USE in Primitive World

[Warning: Mature Content R - 18] *TABOO* *EXTREME SMUT* After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where boundaries are blurred, and primal desires reign supreme. Where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts. In this world, the concept of sex is almost nonexistent and is only used for procreation. Our MC awakens free Use power that allows him to command the sexual affections of every woman he desires. So, of course, he embarks on a quest to fuck every woman he wants, from sultry aunt, to hot neighbor milf, from a random woman to village chief's wife and daughter, from healers to huntress. No woman is off limits. But is this world really that simple? As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents. A realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die. Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods. The forests buzz with essence so thick, it bends light, and the oceans carry storms that can erase continents before they’re even born. This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse. Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable: There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs. Their eyes carried starlight, their presence command respect. Then, there are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods. The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved. Drakes, serpents, spirit eagles, and things without names… beasts that would one day shrink into mere legends, but here… they were real, and they still ruled. The forests shimmered with Fae and Spirits, beings of trickery and beauty, laughter that could drive a man insane. Even the plants seemed alive… ancient trees that whispered, roots that pulsed with essence older than language. And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods. Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture. These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego. Storm gods that howled across continents, sea gods that swallowed islands just to make a point. Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived. Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both. A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance. And into this world… arrives a man who died mid-goon. So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count?a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race. Tags: [Milfs] [Beautiful Women] [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Weak to Strong] [Overpowered] [Ancient Bloodlines] [Primitive World] [Stone age] [Epic Fantasy] [Civilization Building] [Godhood] [Myths, Legends] [Thousands of races] [Mythical Creatures] [Primordial Races] [Divine Wars] This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. It will have lots and lots of sex scenes but will be balanced later. Will have a massive harem, maybe biggest in any literature, as our MC will not abandon any women he has sex with. No NTR (only MC will steal) No Yuri
Moanarch · 49.7k Views

Forged by the Abyssal King

Jaka spent his first life drifting without direction—lazy, unmotivated, and indifferent to the future. When he failed the university entrance exam, the fragile foundation of his life crumbled. Friends vanished, family turned their backs, and even the girl he thought he would build a future with spat on his name. Mocked, abandoned, and drowning in self-disgust, he lived the next twenty years like a hollow shell. No dreams, no drive, no hope. His days blended into nights, suffocating in regret until his pointless existence finally reached its quiet, pathetic end. ‎ ‎But death did not grant escape. He awakens in a world drenched in blood, in a body battered and scarred, surrounded by mountains of corpses whose faces twist in eternal terror. Before him stands a monstrous being—massive, horned, crimson-eyed, and radiating hatred powerful enough to crush a mortal mind. Yet Jaka’s heart does not stir. No fear. No shock. Nothing but numb resignation. He has long forgotten what it means to feel alive. ‎ ‎This demon is Orba, the Abyssal King, ruler of the darkest plane and executioner of heroes. Instead of killing Jaka, Orba claims him as a tattered scrap of fate—someone not chosen by gods nor loved by destiny. And for that very reason, he becomes Orba’s prisoner, slave, and unwanted protégé. As Jaka is forced into brutal training, forged in suffering, and stripped of weakness, a question begins to smolder in the emptiness of his broken spirit: if a man who already lost everything is given a second chance—not to be a hero, but to survive, to sharpen his blade, and to carve meaning from despair—just how terrifying can he become? ‎ ‎Thus begins the rebirth of a failure who seeks not glory, but a reason to breathe again. A man not chosen by fate… but shaped by the abyss itself.
Sazack · 5.3k Views