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A nameless vessel carrying forbidden blood was never meant to exist. But the moment she gave him a name— the world began to break.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Smuts, Possessive. Silas Vane is thirty years old, a lethal "Ghost" for the Vane Mafia family, and a rare, strong Omega who refuses to be tamed. His mission was simple: break into the Royal Palace, steal the King’s secrets, and disappear. But Silas didn't count on Prince Alaric. At twenty-five, the Crown Prince is a predator—a dominant Alpha with a hunger for power and a sharp eye for rebellion. When he catches Silas in the act, a high-stakes chase ends in a devastating fall. Silas wakes up in the royal infirmary with a fractured skull and a blank mind. Or does he? Desperate to survive, Silas plays the only card he has: he pretends to have Amnesia. He plans to act the part of a victim until he can escape. But Alaric is a master of games, and he sees through the thief's mask. Instead of throwing Silas in a dungeon, the Prince whispers a golden lie: "You aren't a criminal, Silas. You are my fiancé. We were supposed to be married tomorrow." Now, trapped in a web of fake romance and possessive touches, the 30-year-old killer must play the "loving mate" to a 25-year-old King who knows exactly who he is. In a palace built on secrets, who is the real prisoner? And what happens when the "Mate" starts to forget that his love... was supposed to be a lie?

So imagine a world where demons completely rule everything. Theyve been wiping out whole cities just eating humans, and they divided the territories among themselves. Because of all the demon attacks, the human population dropped to literally 0.5%. So all the demons made a pact with each other. Now, they only sacrifice one human every day. Our main guy (the vessel) is super poor. He owes a ton of debt, so society basically just tosses him out and sends him to be the sacrifice for the demons. But the demon hes given to is actually on the verge of death. Instead of eating him, it makes a contract with him. This gives our guy this crazy shadow power where he can turn anyone whos dead into a part of his own shadow army. Now he actually has a chance to save humanity and kill all the Demon Kings. But theres a massive problem... the demon basically has control over his body. The big question is, will his childhood love be able to pull him out of the demons control? And will he really be able to wipe out all the demons in the end.

"It's time for you to discover the world." Said my beloved Admiral, exhaustion plastered all over her face. Outwardly, I looked like a young man burdened by the weight of an uncertain future. Inwardly, I was popping party balloons. Hell yeah. My efforts finally paid off. Ten years on that ship. Ten years of saltwater, sword drills, and absolutely zero privacy. I had a plan. Land on a domain, find someone who knows about the runes I’d been sitting on since childhood, eat something that wasn’t fish, and live my life at a perfectly reasonable pace. Step one: nailed it. Landed on a human domain. Beautiful place. Dirt roads and everything. Step two: also nailed it. Found someone to engrave the runes. Took a while. The fortune teller laughed at me for three straight minutes before agreeing, but it was expensive. Step three: almost died. Which, admittedly, was not part of the plan. And then the world reset. Rolled back as if nothing had happened. Nobody remembered a thing. Apparently, I wasn’t supposed to remember either. Something was wrong. The reset didn’t just rewind a little. It dragged everything back, years back. Far enough that I shouldn’t even be here yet. And yet… here I am. Stuck at the beginning of a story that’s already ended once. Watching a world full of people happily living their first lives while I’m fairly certain this isn’t mine. The sensible move would be to lie low. Stay hidden. Let fate, or destiny, or whatever bureaucratic nonsense runs this universe, sort itself out. I tried that. It was taking way too long. So, new plan. Somewhere out there is the one behind this reset. The real culprit. The one pulling the strings. The one who probably has a tragic backstory and a brooding personality to match. First things first, Let’s go find them.

Alan, a ruthless Archmage who slaughtered an entire Magistracy for revenge, finally meets his end… only to awaken in the body of a broken fifteen-year-old boy dangling from a noose. Now inhabiting the skin of Severus Snape, Alan brings with him memories of blood-soaked battlefields, forbidden runes, and magic so terrifying it makes Avada Kedavra look like a child’s prank. He has no interest in Dumbledore’s war, Voldemort’s ideology, or teenage drama.

Two halves of a newborn god opened their eyes in the void—Black and White, each a reflection of the being they complete. "Wake up!" the Black half said in a toneless voice. "Stop yelling. I'm awake," the White replied in the same flat tone. "Tsk, then why do we feel nothing at all?" Black asked, eyeing the blank figure before them. "Because… nothing is what we are," White answered. The realm fell silent, the two infants facing one another—until the Black half laughed. "Haha, good. After all, nothing cannot be killed… nothing cannot be owned… it can only consume." "Or be consumed…" White murmured, but the Black only laughed again. “Let them try,” Black said. “They have no idea what our art will become.” ---- In a verse where power shapes reality itself.... Where Gods, Constellations, Devils, and horrors battle for the Throne of Existence—a new god is born. A being who is not only shaped by the world, but who reflects it. A canvas that absorbs power itself, feeding on the force that drives existence. Power.

[CONTRACT GOAL: 3/50] Help Isha get contracted! Tap "Add to Library" if you enjoy this story 50 pe 2 chapters daily guarantee! your one tap= my biggest dream come true Isha Sharma never believed in fate _____ until the night everything changed. A simple girl with a broken past, struggling to survive in a city that never cared… her life takes a dark turn when a tragic accident steals someone she loved. But what if it wasn’t an accident? When whispers begin to follow her… when a voice calls her name in the silence… when flashes of something she never witnessed start haunting her… Isha realizes one terrifying truth _____ She is no longer just a girl searching for answers. She is becoming something else. As secrets begin to unfold, lies start breaking, and the past refuses to stay buried… Isha finds herself trapped in a dangerous game where every step brings her closer to the truth _____ or closer to her own destruction. Because someone is watching. And they know everything. your author..

What's the book about? It is about Demonic Cultivation!, If you cannot handle it, Please don't read it. Synopsis: When Song Wen killed the frail beggar who fought him over food and consumed his blood and soul, every cell in his body leaped with excitement. His spirit was exhilarated, and he realized then that his life would henceforth be filled with slaughter. For survival, for longevity, he would spare no effort, even if it meant creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood. --- BTW if you want to support me and read ahead by at least 50+ chapters, then join me on P.a.tr30n... the link is mentioned in the book cover image. Every chapter includes how far ahead we are on P-a-t-r-e-o-n so do check it out...

The Sand Bearer, Theon van Sarith, rightful heir to the desert kingdom of Sarith, is murdered in cold blood by the Empire—an act meant to secure their control. But the desert does not forget. The dunes rise in fury, swallowing cities, destroying lives, and leaving countless children orphaned. What was once a kingdom becomes a wasteland of chaos. Desperate for a solution, the Empire spreads a story: that peace can only be restored if the lost crown of Sarith is found. So a mission is set. Hunters, soldiers, and survivors alike begin the search for the crown—believing it holds the power to calm the raging sands. But the truth is far more dangerous. The crown is nothing without its bearer. Somewhere in the ruins of Sarith, a new Sand Bearer has risen—the only one capable of controlling the dunes and ending their wrath. And when they are found, the Empire will have to decide: Control the bearer… or be destroyed by them. —— Yasmine held up the folded map, her grip tightening slightly. “What is this?” Matteo didn’t answer. Her eyes narrowed. “Who are you? And don’t lie to me.” The fire crackled between them, the only sound in the still night. Matteo shifted, pushing himself upright against the post. The movement was slow, weighed down by exhaustion, but his gaze never left hers. “Travelers,” he said. “Wrong answer.” Silence. His jaw tightened. Then, quieter— “…Matteo.” Yasmine didn’t lower the map. Matteo exhaled slowly. “…We were sent by the Empire,” he said. A pause. “To find something.”

When Feng Qi awoke, he realized the world had been completely overturned. Wherever his eyes fell, the land was strewn with desiccated bones. All life had withered away. [Warning: Three hundred meters ahead lies a database. It contains historical records, including a detailed account of your untimely death. You should go take a look.] [Trust me—don’t go west. You could die!] [Do you see that black stone monument? You decide to approach it and investigate.] “I don’t want to!” Feng Qi protested, resisting the voice echoing in his mind. [No. You do.] … Guided by that mysterious voice, Feng Qi begins to traverse between reality and the future, gradually uncovering the truth of this ruined world—and searching for a way to change it. For it is only after witnessing true darkness that one comes to long endlessly for the light.

Tao Hua's life is fucking miserable, and that misery somehow earns him the title of "Village Disgrace." In order to cope with the awful treatment, he often retreats into words untold, dictated by the flip of a page. These worlds leave him with the dream of escaping this piece of shit town. To his utter dismay, his wish comes true, but not in the way all those fairytales promised. His saviour is a man he becomes enthralled with and whom he names “Lord No-Name.” This male lead is a touchy man with many faces. And for lack of a better word, Tao Hua can’t decide if he’s either the story’s love interest or villain. But the two share a common sentiment. This prince, alike Tao Hua, is also fucking miserable. But arguably worse! And instead of coping like a normal fucking person, he does the opposite. He doesn't escape. He doesn't cope. He just tries to fight against the already fated truth of his demise. 0/10, worst prince ever written. Misery aside, this fateful encounter will force Tao Hua to make a choice, leaving him with only one question: "What was one mean-spirited beast to a town of people who despise a beauty's entire existence?" ──── ୨୧ ──── Beauty and the Thief is a slow-burn, stop to smell the roses, type of novel. That being said, the roses are beautiful, and upon closer observation they’re less floral than once thought. It follows the POV of Tao Hua, as he tries to navigate his new life in a place that actually values him, and the prince of this story’s mood swings. ──── ୨୧ ──── !!!!Disclaimer!!!! EXTREMELY SLOW PACED! This story borrows the premise of Beauty and the Beast, by Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont, relying heavily on the trope while also twisting it to smithereens. The beast element is exchanged for a power dynamic, and the curse differs from the original story. The narration borders on sarcastic and self-aware, while also targeting deeper topics. It often breaks the fourth wall as a stylistic choice. A lot of the work will be edited over time, but the bones will remain the same.

"Every night, the clock strikes 1:30 AM. And every night, the phone rings." When Shewta receives an unknown call at the exact same time every night, she thinks it’s a prank. But the voice on the other end knows things no stranger should know secrets buried deep in her past. As the line between the living and the dead begins to blur, she must uncover the truth behind the "Voice of the Past" before the caller decides to show up in person. Some secrets are better left unheard, but this call is one she can't ignore.

Hidden forbidden power tangled in messy love

In a world where unseen spirits shape reality, power belongs to those who can perceive the beyond. Born without talent, nineteen-year-old Damian Leviticus is branded useless by his own family and discarded like trash—sold into slavery and left to die in a fire meant to erase a black market. But death refuses to claim him. Awakening in a liminal realm, Damian forms a forbidden contract with Sophie, a high ectoplasm spirit whose power comes at a terrible cost. His first ability is not strength, but a curse—Absolute Return, forcing him to relive death over and over until he learns how to survive it. Trapped in an endless cycle of pain, betrayal, and rebirth, Damian must claw his way up from nothing, devouring spirits and defying the laws of the spiritual world itself. Hated by fate, abandoned by gods, and fueled by a vow forged in fire, he will rise—not as a hero, but as something far more dangerous. Because this time, he won’t die quietly.

In a kingdom where the laws of men are mere fictions for the docile, Lilith waits behind a mask of fragility. While lords bleed themselves dry in wars, she silently architects the end of humanity as we know it. She seeks neither lands nor tribute, but the forbidden formula to extinguish human nature and bring forth a lineage of her own.

[Warning: Mature content | Dark romance] Aliana Vanderbilt is the witty, fierce heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire. She always lived life on her own terms, until one fateful night changed everything. After a brutal accident involving a "lost child" that only she could see, Aliana woke to a terrifying new reality. By day, she is haunted by restless spirits. By night, she is consumed by vivid, steamy dreams of a mysterious man with icy blue eyes. Her search for a solution comes to an abrupt halt when she finally comes face-to-face with Gavriel Valentine. An enigmatic man sitting at the pinnacle of a rival business empire. He is dominating, dangerous, and everything Aliana should avoid. Yet, he alone possesses the power to end her misery. Whenever she is near him, the ghosts vanish. Driven by a desperate need for peace, Aliana bulldozes into Gavriel’s life with a scandalous demand. However, what she does not expect is his counter-offer… that she must marry him. What happens when two strong-headed personalities are tied together in a sacred union? Will they find peace, or will it spell disaster? ..... Excerpt: “I warned you, didn’t I, Aliana?” His deep, masculine voice reverberated through the air like silk. Her name rolled off his sinful lips so seductively that it made her want to roll her eyes in reluctant delight. That thought alone made her brows knit in confusion until she heard him continue, “You step into my world, and I will ruin you in ways you never imagined.” Aliana shivered, not only at the warning he had given her far too many times, but also at the way his icy blue eyes pierced her so intensely that it felt as though she might burn and freeze all at once. Ignoring her thrumming heartbeat, she drew in a sharp breath and replied, “You did… but didn’t I say there is nothing I love more than a challenge? If you’re going to ruin me, Gavriel, at least make sure you’re the only one left standing when the dust settles.” His eyes widened ever so slightly before he rose from his armchair and padded across the carpet to stand right before her. The moment his fingers lifted to touch her chin, a jolt of electricity shot down her spine as he leaned in and said, “You want to play a dangerous game, Aliana…. and make no mistake, this devil loves to play.” Tilting her chin closer to his face, he whispered, “So here’s my offer, Aliana…. marry me.” .... The book cover is mine, don't use it.

****first 10 chapters will be introductions to characters. Pace will pick after**** I came to Thornwood with one rule: keep my head down, survive on my scholarship, and never let anyone notice that the scars on my arms hum with a light that shouldn't exist. Then Silas Blackwood noticed me. Cold, beautiful, and built from old money and older graves, Silas should have been my biggest red flag. Instead, he became my shadow—memorizing my coffee order and leaving blackberries on my desk like dark offerings, their juice staining my notes like the blood he’s sworn to protect. When he touches the burn scar on my wrist, he isn’t just checking if I’m warm—he’s checking if the ancient power inside me has finally woken up. Because Thornwood is more than an elite university. It is a fortress built atop a thinning veil, guarded by secret societies like the Order of Thorns. Beneath its ivy-covered walls are buried bloodstained legacies and a supernatural truth dangerous enough to trigger a global war. I am the "Tethered Soul," a key to a primordial power, and suddenly I’m at the center of a deadly, multigenerational game of occult warfare. Silas was bred by his ancestors to be my executioner, a weapon of shadow meant to seal my fate. Instead, he’s gone rogue, choosing to burn the world and his own legacy to keep me alive. Silas Blackwood was supposed to be my downfall. Instead, he became my favorite ruin. [Billionaire × Scholarship Student | Dark Academia | Obsessive Love | Enemies-to-Lovers | HEA

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister swore he would never marry again. The realm had other plans. As tensions rise between House Lannister and House Targaryen, the crown demands unity—and the price is a marriage neither side desires. The chosen groom is Tywin himself. His bride: Visenya Targaryen. The King’s sister. A woman feared in court, unmatched in wit, and untouched by every suitor who dared approach her. This is no romance. It is a political alliance forged to prevent rebellion… and both of them know it. But Visenya is no pawn. And Tywin Lannister does not yield. What begins as a forced union soon becomes something far more dangerous—a silent war of control, pride, and power, where every word is a move and every move has consequences. Because in a realm ruled by lions and dragons… neither of them was ever meant to bow.

[Warning!!! Adult Content!!! R18!!!] All his life Damian has endured abandonment but his fiancé's betrayal with a senior associate was the last straw that broke the camels back. Shattered, Damian ended his life with a bullet to the head. [Rejoice, you have been chosen to become one of the seven potential successors of the demon lord!] [Good Luck. You will need it] Instead of death, Damian is given a second chance at life but as one of the seven princes of hell. The Introduction of the system into his life turned it into something adventurous. Tasked with sleeping with virgins, seducing the righteous and spreading immorality to the entire realm, Damian is exposed to a world he never knew existed. "But wait, you mean I also inherited a three wives as well?" "What do you mean they are the jealous types and I'm not allowed to get married?" --- Daily Release: 4 chapters minimum and 5 maximum

Author's Note: This isn’t a story that leans heavily into smut. Intimacy is part of it, sure, but so are the action, adventure, and progression from zero to hero. If you want a clearer idea of what to expect, you can check the review section. It’s part of WSA 2026, so I will be very happy for any Collections, Reviews, and Power Stones you gave. I hope you'll enjoy reading it. *** When the Eclipse occurred, Lucien Herbedt was transmigrated into a world that had regressed to a medieval era. Coincidentally, this world, called Aethos, had just undergone an apocalypse when an Eclipse took place. Was there a connection between that and the fact that he himself had transmigrated after witnessing an Eclipse in his own world? Or… was this even a different world to begin with? [Devourer’s Covenant - Activated] [Engage in intimacy to progress your power] Lucien found himself inhabiting the body of someone with the same name. Unwilling to remain passive, he resolved to make full use of the system granted to him and uncover the mystery behind his arrival.