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Emperor Devil and His Northen Queen

“You’ve poisoned my tea.” His voice is molten silk, low and deliberate, as he stirs the cup with agonizing slowness. Each rotation of the spoon sends a shiver racing down my spine. I grip the table’s edge until my knuckles bleach white, heart hammering so violently I’m sure he can hear it. My breath catches—sharp, ragged—while his golden eyes pin me in place, never once wavering. He lifts the cup. Takes a slow, deliberate sip. Then another. The bitter poison must scorch his tongue, yet he doesn’t flinch. He savors it. Savors me watching him do it. “I don’t… I don’t know what you mean…” The lie tastes filthier than the toxin itself—thick, cloying, useless. Beyond the archway, naked omegas sway in glistening, hypnotic circles under flickering torchlight, bodies oiled and gleaming, every movement an invitation. I stare at them desperately, begging him to look anywhere else. Why does his attention burn hottest on the one tiny rebellion I dared? He sets the cup down. Silent. Final. Then he rises. Three measured strides. That’s all it takes for him to close the distance. His gloved hand captures my chin—firm yet maddeningly gentle—tilting my face up to his. I try to jerk away. His grip tightens just enough to remind me who holds the power. Before I can draw another breath, his mouth crashes over mine. My eyes fly open on a choked gasp. That’s when the arrogant devil lets the poisoned tea flood from his lips into mine—hot, bitter, intimate. It spills over my tongue in a slow, claiming rush, laced with the dark heat of him, the faint metallic edge of danger. I choke, thrash my head, but his fingers lock me in place, forcing me to swallow every sinful drop he feeds me. His tongue brushes mine once—deliberate, teasing—as the last of the poison slides down my throat. He pulls back barely an inch. Just enough to drag the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, licking away the final trace of toxin while he watches me shudder. My chest heaves, lungs burning, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. My body trembles uncontrollably—fear, fury, and something far more treacherous coiling low in my belly. “Now tell me, Princess…” His smirk is soft, wicked, victorious. His thumb strokes the edge of my swollen lower lip, smearing the last damp trace of tea. “How do we survive your poison when it tastes this sweet on your tongue?” What happens when the man you swore to destroy becomes the only one who can steal your breath? When the devil you loathe turns into the god who owns your every shiver? When you finally bite the forbidden fruit… and discover it was always meant to ruin you?
SlutTyrant · 206 Views

SETH : The Blind Architect

In the sword-and-sorcery Kingdom of Arcane, the sudden emergence of an unregistered dungeon triggers panic across guilds, churches, and noble houses. Expeditions enter and never return. Rankings escalate from bronze to gold to S-rank, yet the dungeon only grows deadlier—refining itself, adapting, learning. What the world does not know is that the dungeon is not a natural phenomenon. At its heart is Seth Ducalion, the discarded son of House Andreas—blinded, framed, and condemned as useless after a brutal betrayal that costs him his sight and his place in succession. Presumed dead after an ambush on his family’s estate, Seth survives and disappears beneath the earth, where intellect, preparation, and ruthless logic become his weapons. Blind yet calculating, Seth constructs a multi-layered subterranean domain through memory, sound, touch, and precise engineering. Each floor is a deliberate test of attrition, adaptation, and despair. Traps are not meant to kill quickly but to exhaust, mislead, and erase certainty. Magic is countered by mechanism; faith by inevitability. Survivors are not allowed. As the dungeon’s reputation grows, Seth forms uneasy contracts with demons and gods—not as a servant, but as an equal. He eliminates divine subordinates, rejects worship, and accepts commissions only when payment is measured in artifacts and knowledge. His actions draw the attention of higher beings who cannot classify him as mortal, apostle, or monster. Inside the dungeon, Seth refines himself further—creating autonomous guardians, artificial intelligences, living metal constructs, and experimental relic systems. His closest allies include Agatha, a high-caliber witch bound by mutual interest, and Vulcan, a dragon whose mastery of technique tempers Seth’s growing volatility. A catastrophic experiment fractures Seth’s identity, manifesting three ideological variants—Chelsea, Ariel, and Legion—each representing a different path: restraint, growth, and domination. Though united by origin, they act independently, exposing the internal schism forming within Seth’s mind and power. Meanwhile, the world responds with force. Knight orders, noble expeditions, and elite S-rank adventurers descend floor by floor, only to be annihilated. Each defeat confirms a terrifying truth: the dungeon is not meant to be conquered. It is meant to observe, adapt, and prove superiority through endurance. As gods intervene and reality itself strains under the dungeon’s unnatural design, Seth faces a looming existential threat—one that may force him to choose between remaining a hidden architect of judgment or becoming something the world can no longer ignore. Seth is a dark fantasy progression novel about intelligence over strength, identity under pressure, and the cost of absolute preparation—where survival is never accidental, mercy is inefficient, and victory belongs to the one who learns faster than the world can react.
Lucky_Leonardo · 7.1k Views

Between Empires and Our Echoes: Her Majesty's Revenge

    When her father, emperor Baron Reyes, gets murdered by an unknown killer, Zeya Reyes, his outlawed daughter, was immediately set to be the next heir to the throne as the Empress of Stygia, the land of everlasting shadows. Once back in her home nation, Zeya finally sees with her own eyes of the terror this monster has caused and sets out to put an end to it as her last promise to her late father. In order to do this however, Zeya has no choice but to rekindle her relationship with a particular Kaxarene named Varen Edevane, the infamous emperor of Stygia's neighboring nation, Exousia, known for his ruthlessness both on and off the battlefield.     However, as much as is it against the princess's wishes, Varen too needs her help to resolve the same issue happening in his own empire, with countless innocent people unjustly murdered by the very same monster responsible for Baron's death.     As the mayhem caused by this mysterious creature continue to grow larger, Zeya and Varen have no choice but to set aside their differences and work together to bring back the peace their nations fought so hard to keep after the war. Throughout their journey, ancient and uncovered secrets will reveal itself as the pair band together to defeat their common enemy, causing massive shifts in their perspectives of one another. Can love between these two individuals be rekindled even after the hurt, loss, and betrayal they've caused one another? Will they be able to put an end to this monster's wrath successfully, or will their lengthy past be too compelling of an obstacle to do so?
_waffleman_man_720 · 167.1k Views