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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.

For ten years, Elena Prescott believed in forever. She left her home, her friends, and everything she knew to build a life with Julian Styles — the man she thought she’d marry. But on the morning of their wedding, a haunting dream exposes a devastating truth: Julian has been cheating on her with her best friend, Vanessa. Heartbroken and humiliated, Elena disappears to Tsep State, determined to rebuild her life far from the lies. But fate doesn’t let her hide for long. When a powerful man, Alexander Blackwood, nearly loses his life in a mysterious accident, Elena saves him then vanishes. All he remembers is the tattoo on her back and the feeling that she’s the key to everything he’s been searching for. As Alexander hunts for the woman who saved him, Elena battles strange visions, crippling headaches, and an illness that’s slowly consuming her. Their paths are destined to collide — in a world where betrayal meets destiny, and love might just be the most dangerous thing of all.

Tiza is a dark, emotionally driven story that follows the life of Narito Tiza, a boy born into violence and mystery, marked from infancy by a brutal encounter that defines his destiny. Abandoned at birth and scarred by a wolf, he is rescued and raised by a compassionate woman named Nana, whose love becomes the only light in his early life. However, fear and superstition from villagers isolate him, eventually leading to his forced removal and entry into a harsh military system under General Zoro. There,Narito Tiza is stripped of innocence and forged into a weapon becoming the feared “Marked Wolf,” leader of an elite unit known as the Dark Angels. His life becomes one of relentless bloodshed, obedience, and destruction, carrying out missions without question. Yet beneath this hardened exterior lies a fractured soul shaped by trauma and loss. After a catastrophic event awakens a terrifying power within him, Narito loses control and disappears, later resurfacing with no memory of his past. He is taken in by a peaceful village, where he rebuilds his life under a new identity, Kal. In this new world, he finds love with Lara and experiences peace for the first time, forming a family and rediscovering his humanity. However, his past returns violently. The Dark Angels invade the village, revealing his true identity and forcing him into an impossible choice between protecting his newfound family or surrendering to his past. As his memories are forcibly restored, Narito is confronted with the full weight of who he once was a weapon of war and must face the consequences of a life he can no longer escape. At its core, Tiza explores themes of identity, redemption, trauma, love, and the struggle between one’s past and the possibility of change.

Rowena Ashworth had never asked to be reborn. Yet when she opened her eyes inside the body of Lady Celine de Montfort—a notorious noblewoman from the Duchy of Verlaine who had just committed suicide in the most gruesome way—she found herself trapped in a vortex of intrigue far beyond mere family vendettas or throne struggles. Because Celine had not died from despair. Celine had been murdered by something that had long been buried beneath the soil of the duchy. Something that had called to her by a name even Rowena—an occult archaeologist from her previous life—had never encountered in any ancient manuscript. The de Montfort family was one of the Three Pillars of the Kingdom of Ashvold, a bloodline tied to the Twelve Holy Lines, said to be direct descendants of the Goddess Morana, the deity of death and rebirth. Yet behind the grandeur of their Eastern European-style palace and its intoxicating luxury, the family harbored a dark secret: in every generation, the first de Montfort child was always born a twin, and one of them had to die to stabilize the magical “system” that protected the entire kingdom. Rowena was the twin who was supposed to die. But it was Celine—her twin—who had perished instead, leaving Rowena trapped in the wrong body, with fragmented memories, and a blood contract etched into her skin in a language she didn’t even recognize. Standing beside her was Sir Kaelan Veyne, Celine’s personal knight-guard, famous for his strikingly handsome face and his legendary inability to read social situations. Kaelan had loved Celine in silence for ten long years. And now, inside the body of the woman he adored, Rowena had to face the fact that a knight’s blind devotion might be the only thing that could save her from the killer still lurking among the nobility. Yet love was not the end of the story. It was only the beginning of war. Because Rowena had realized something even the de Montfort family themselves did not know: Celine’s death was not merely a murder. It was a sacrifice. And that sacrifice had opened the door to the Second Layer—a dimension that had been sealed for thousands of years beneath their family altar. Down there, the forgotten gods were waiting. And they were hungry.

In a world scarred by the unpredictable terror of monsters, humanity survives through skill, vigilance, and courage. Towns are fortified, paths are dangerous, and a network of academies trains the next generation of Monster Hunters—those capable of confronting the disasters that roam the land. Magic and enchanted weapons exist, shaped by the hands of master mages, each attuned to its wielder’s instincts. Yet the origin of the monsters is unknown, a mystery whispered about in hushed tones, their purpose and power as enigmatic as the shadows they leave behind. Blaze Lucifer, a boy from a quiet village, leaves the safety of home to step into this harsh world. Observant, instinctive, and untested, he seeks to understand the forces that threaten humanity and to grow strong enough to survive the dangers that await beyond the village gates. https://discord.com/users/jaegerist.001

The story of two boys that never thought that they'd ever be together... Smyle : 21 years old , study art and sculptures . His family: only his mother. they are middle class . ex : 0 friend group: ohm (bestie) , Leo , hong , William and James . .... Rayden black : 25 years old , ceo of snow flakes (SF) and raoin . His family: Riches in the country , mafia , his father, his mother and his brother . ex : 0 friends: joss and seon ... ... a contract marriage of 2 years is proposed by Rayden just to make sure his Obsession with Smyle go away , forced marriage, let's see if our forced marriage couples fall for each other or no ...

Victor, an apprentice alchemist who finds himself in the witchers’ world takes in a half-dead Ciri when she collapses outside his cabin. Their encounter shatters his peaceful routine and drags him into a brutal land where survival demands more than good intentions. Relying on alchemy, quick wits, and the harsh lessons of the witcher’s life, Victor faces monsters and escalating dangers as he pursues a bold dream: to reshape this world before it reshapes him.

Eden bir süper güç değildi.İnsanlığın yok oluşuna açılan bir kapıydı. Hayatlar hızlandı. Beklemek gereksizleşti, sınırlar belirsizleşti. Eden insanlara istediklerini verdi; karşılığında aldıklarını hiç göstermedi. Ne aldığı, son ana kadar fark edilmedi. Bu evrende her cilt, aynı dünyanın başka bir yüzünü anlatır. Farklı insanlar, farklı seçimler ve aynı sessiz sonuçlar. Eden anlatılabilecek bir madde ya da yaratık değildir. Eden, içimizde kalan insanlığın son parçalarının yavaşça yok oluşudur.

She was the Adiand Empire’s hidden jewel, a name spoken only in sealed rooms. The former Emperor’s treasure. The hand behind the throne. She guided her son with merciless precision, erasing enemies while offering no warmth. Even freed, the bird returned to its cage. In the end, she died by her son’s hand. Then Ett awoke as her. Younger than him. Three years younger. “I will remain in the shadows,” she said. “I will ease your rule. We need not meet often.” He smiled, serene and wrong. “Mother may rest in my land,” he replied. “We will reunite when I die.” Too calm. Too devoted. Ett inhaled deeply. Are you cursing me to die when I'm barely hanging on for my dear life? Little kid, why are you talking about your death so calmly? You're still too young! Too dark, just too dark. This child is too mature, which is a little massive red flag. No, everybody here is just mad. Period.

His tongue dragged through me, and I bit down hard on my knuckles to trap the traitorous moan clawing up my throat. Voices floated from the event. We were barely hidden. Pressed against the cold marble pillar, and a flimsy curtain barely keeping us hidden. This bastard didn't even care. His broad shoulders shoved my thighs wider beneath the slit of my gown. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed flesh before his mouth sealed over me, greedy and merciless. He sucked hard, like he wanted to devour every drop of my unwilling shame. I hated him. Hated the way his silver eyes had mocked me for weeks. Hated that this arrogant monster was now on his knees making my body sing for him. My fingers twisted viciously in his red hair, yanking hard enough that I hoped it hurt. His tongue drove deeper. "Stop…" He only groaned against me, the low vibration ripping through me. His fingers dug bruises into my thighs, spreading me obscenely wider as he licked a long, filthy stripe from my entrance all the way up. "I said stop!" I yanked his head back violently. His eyes met mine, gleaming with triumph. His lips and chin smeared obscenely with my arousal, a thin glistening strand still connecting his mouth to my pulsing flesh. Then he shoved back in and dragged the flat of his tongue over my clit in one long, lazy stroke. My thighs clamped around his head, hips jerking against his face while wave after wave tore through me. I slammed my hand over my mouth to smother the sob, trembling as he kept sucking, and milking every last pulse from me. He finally pulled back and rose to his feet with that ugly, satisfied smile. I slapped him with every ounce of fury in my body. His head snapped sideways. When he turned back, blood welled at the corner of his split lip. His tongue slid out, dragging through the blood and the glistening mess still coating his chin. "You taste better when you're angry." ※ The mad vampire has broken countless humans. He never expected one to break him back. Hiln never meant to catch a vampire lord's attention. Disguised as a servant, and working in the shadows of a castle filled with monsters, all she wanted was to survive long enough to save her dying father. It almost works, until she is discovered by none other than the one Lord no one dares to cross. But Hiln is more than she appears. And when he pushes her to the edge of despair, an ancient force in her veins chains the most feared vampire in the realm to her will. Now he is bound to her, and the craving he feels for her blood, her body, and the woman who should be his victim, is slowly driving him mad. In a world built on power and cruelty, two enemies are about to discover that the line between hatred and desire is thin. She was supposed to be his prey. Instead, she became his obsession. More tags include: #grovellingML #obsessedML #yearningML #agegap #powercouple #fantasy #psychological #horror #adventure #magic #smut #darkromance

n a world groaning under the weight of conflict, walks "Erold" a man burdened by the gravity of promises and the cruelty of memories. With eyes that pierce through the mist and a merciless sword, Erold faces a world that does not recognize the weak, where human blood mingles with Jinn legends and mysterious entities that manipulate the destinies of the living. It is a tale filled with challenges, high stakes, and moments that demand strength and courage, all while the question pulses at its heart: Can a human change their own destiny?

Jin-hun, an high school graduate seeking more to life than just the normal way of living joins the military for thrilling experiences. He gets to enjoy life with new friends, a lover, loving family, and reputable position in military. But someone cursed with bad luck like him was bound to fall. Follow him as he rises from the pits and goes beyond the normalcy https://discord.gg/StfjuMYd

Leo wakes up in a foreign world with no memory of his name, past, or purpose. The only thing he’s certain of is this: if he wants answers, he’ll have to survive. Forced into a lethal trial designed to forge assassins, Leo navigates a brutal alien landscape filled with rival killers, hidden agendas, and treacherous power plays. His instincts are flawless, his reactions precise. It’s as if he was born for this, though he has no idea why. As the tests grow bloodier and secrets begin to unravel, Leo learns he may not be just another participant, for whispers of a legendary figure begin to follow him, a being long believed to be dead, a God-Killer with no equal. Now a target of both fear and worship, Leo must master his skills, uncover the truth behind his identity, and outwit enemies who’d rather see him buried than reborn. Because behind the silence of his forgotten past lies a legacy too powerful to ignore, and a destiny that refuses to be denied. -------- NOTE - The MC in this story is a cunning vigilante type character who is morally gray and will often make questionable choices not befitting a traditional 'Hero' type character. Find me on discord at - raj_shah_7152 or join the server - https://discord.gg/rfcvNwUMjv

After waking up in a world dominated by demons, the protagonist discovers an impossible truth: he is now Noir, one of the Seven Primordial Demons of the Tensura universe. With memories of a past life full of impositions and a new existence brimming with power...

To werewolves, humans are maggots. Aurora is a human trapped in a brutal pack, betrayed by her lover, sold into marriage with a man twice her age, and now accused of the ultimate sin: stealing the Moon Core, the relic that once chained the Wolf God Lycaon himself. The Lycans descend upon her. Four ruthless sons of Lycaon; the Scions of Sin. Greed. Pride. Lust. Wrath. Each brother is one of the Original Sins made flesh. Each will sacrifice anything to keep their father imprisoned forever. The Moon Core is their only weapon and now a fragile human has absorbed it. To them, Aurora is vermin. A thief. A disposable tool. But the Core is alive inside her, awakening powers she was never meant to wield. The brothers who swore to destroy her begin to crave her—body, soul, and every shattered piece in between. Now they face the impossible: kill the maggot who could end their race… or surrender to the woman destined to unravel their empire and them. •Morally grey MLs • Enemies to lovers • Dark reverse harem • possessive alphas • betrayal & revenge • Angst • Smut (the Moon Core isn’t the only thing pulsing inside her)

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."

Inside a novel abandoned by its author, no one knows how it will end And I became nothing more than an extra character in such a story A broken world, an unreadable plot, unknown enemies, and even the future and ending are uncertain So… what are my chances of survival? I am merely an extra Raven Cliante

The King of the Harem was the most powerful character in the game Call of Waifu, enjoying glory, honor, and wealth. But one day, someone appeared, introducing himself as the "Player," and dragged him into his plans to save the world. He eventually died, losing his 300 wives and 700 concubines. Upon his death, facing the great enemy threatening the world, he awakened a system: "You are recognized as the new Player." However, he didn’t get the chance to use this new power. The King of the Harem was reincarnated 1,000 years later and discovered that his wives were also living their lives, scattered across the world. Save the world? I don’t care. I’ll take back everything I lost, including my wives. ● This novel contains R18 explicit content and adult themes. ● Two chapters will be uploaded daily, so buckle up. ● Expect epic battles, cool abilities, and solid world-building. Magic Castle: 10 bonus chapters in 5 days after receiving the gift. Spacecraft: 20 bonus chapters in 10 days after receiving the gift. Golden Gachapon: 30 bonus chapters in 15 days after receiving the gift. Power Ranking Top 5: 2 bonus chapters at the end of the week. Join us : https://discord.gg/M4ppkG2U