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Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.

He entered a world he once watched, only to follow the one person who was never meant to be saved. Johann had already given up on reality long before it began to collapse. The only thing that kept him going was a game, The Mayhem, and its silent, unstoppable protagonist: the Hellraider. Then the game became real. Monsters, death, and destruction—everything unfolded exactly as he remembered. But Johann didn’t enter this world to survive. He came for one reason: to follow Hellraider… and change the ending that should have never happened. Yet the more he walks that path, the more the world begins to break away from what he knows. Events shift. Truths contradict. And the figure he once believed he understood refuses to be defined by anything, not even the story itself. In a world where even fate is unstable, Johann continues forward, even when he no longer knows what he is chasing.

Zekai is twenty-two and has already decided that life is meaningless. He has no job, no ambition, and no interest in the future. While others chase purpose, he watches from the sidelines, convinced that the world runs on illusions people are too afraid to question. Then his grandfather dies during a circus performance. The death is ruled an accident. The silence afterward is not. Something is left behind—something old, something deliberate. From that moment, Zekai begins to notice what others cannot: patterns beneath coincidence, intent behind tragedy, and a presence that seems amused by his existence. The city changes around him. Crimes grow stranger. People disappear without explanation. Whispers spread of a figure who appears in moments of fear—part savior, part nightmare. Zekai does not seek to become anything. He only reacts. Yet the more he intervenes, the more the world pushes back. Every choice carries consequences he cannot escape. Every step forward reveals another layer of truth he was never meant to see. Some paths offer power. Some demand sacrifice. Some do not allow turning back. As Zekai is pulled deeper into a hidden side of the city—where justice, guilt, desire, and fate collide—he is forced to confront a question no one can answer for him: Is freedom something you choose… or something taken from you the moment you play along? Because this story is not about destiny fulfilled. It is about what remains when the final number is reached— 22.

The Wheel of Time which should have turned at the end — didn't. The prophecy broke with it. The broken future is all there is now. Anish woke up in what's left of it. In an unknown body. Someone murdered him — or her? The reflection of a knife shows a face that isn't his. Now he's wearing her face, her life, and everything that came with it. He tries to become her. He tries to find a way back. Whether he can do both — that's another story.

In a world where the sky is fracturing and a floating city loom above the ruins, something ancient has begun to stir. No one knows why reality is breaking. No one knows what watches from above. But karma has already chosen. Three lives become one story—bound by something deeper than fate. They begin as survivors. But the world does not need survivors. It needs something more… and something worse. As hidden powers awaken and truths buried in time resurface, their paths begin to split: One will rise as a monarch. One will become a murderer. One will fall into madness… and carve his name into history. Because in this world— Power is never given. It is taken. And karma always takes something back. Three heads. Three paths. One inevitable end.

Iron + Alien Alloy → Starsteel Laser Tech + Mana Core → Arcane Beam Cannon Human DNA + Void Beast → Voidborne Physique AI + Soul Fragment → Sentient War Entity Planet Core + Energy Reactor → Mobile Battle Planet - Neo Godson is a poor young man living in the great Interstellar Era. While his peers dream of becoming legendary Beyonders, he struggles under financial burdens and family responsibilities. However, one day, during an accident, a mysterious orb enters his body and begins to change his existence at a fundamental level. He awakens as a Beyonder. Not just any Beyonder, but one blessed with a Supreme Talent called Universal Synthesis. With this supreme power, he can fuse anything he desires, whether matter or non-matter. These synthesized creations may evolve, mutate, or assimilate. Regardless of the outcome, they are always valued leagues above their original forms. --- By immediate circumstances, he joins a space mercenary group and meets his new allies. Among them, a particular girl catches his attention. However, just as love begins to bloom, it is extinguished, transforming into an unyielding conviction to build a Galactic Empire from scratch.

The are many internet slangs one would come across (unwillingly) when you have 2 younger sisters, the list grows exponentially when the two are readers of - and I quote in their words- "spicy dark romance" and avid... yaoi.... readers... "You-" Blood shot eyes, a crazed stare, his grip shakes as cold metal glint against the dim light. "You're under arrest!" A soft click of a handcuff that bound us here. Did he just cuffed us together? Stuck. Together? In a deserted island... -"Yeah, no shit." "Don't you dare walk away from me!?" And stay in jail? Hard pass. Ah, this is maddening. When is this cop going to stop chasing me!? Honestly, I didn't think I would even utter those internet slangs myself. I mean how else would I describe how- I woke Up as the Possessive Mafia Boss in a R19 Straight Novel... Somehow It Turned Into Doomed Yaoi between the Villain and the Original Male Lead's "Diseased" Cop of an older brother. #slowburn #topPOV #semeprotagonist #organizedcrime #powerbottom #villainxmaleprotagonist'solderbrother #authorisnotsorry #enemiestofriendstomisunderstandingstoenemiesagaintoangrysextolovers

In a world that screams for fame and attention, Hikaru is a introverted soul who seeks nothing but peace . Everything seems to be going the way he want until a single moment turned his life upside down ,when he is migrated to another world where survival is a luxury. Armed with his sword and his knuckles , he fights to stay alive no matter what. What begins as instinct , soon becomes destiny, as he discovers emotions he never allowed himself to feel -love, fury, and purpose. Buckle up your belt " It's time to surpass your limit right here"

The crimson sun has descended, bringing horrors and madness, upon the world. Having encountered this crisis,humans awoken as what they call "sorcerers" to fight against this beasts, protecting the world in the process. But the real question is, can they do it? With the world now being inhabited by churches, angels, demons and deites, the balance of the world is hanging by a thread. Will it fall, or will it live?

He’s the Last Human in a World of Monsters—And His Enemy’s Desire Could Be His Doom. In a dying world ravaged by a virus, survivors are Beast-bounds—hybrids driven by primal urges. Ren, the last untainted human, hides his truth to save his infected sister, Mira, with a fading serum supply. Infiltrating Faction 12, he faces Captain Axton Conan, a ruthless leader whose piercing gaze and deadly tech expose Ren’s disguise. Marked for death, Ren sparks an electric, forbidden connection with Axton, a man sworn to destroy all traitors. As factions clash and secrets unravel, their dangerous passion threatens to consume them both. “I came to steal his serum. He stole my soul.” ___ Chained and exposed, Ren’s pulse races as Axton’s boots echo closer, silver eyes burning into him. Warm breath grazes his neck, sending shivers down his spine—not of fear, but of forbidden want. “I won’t kill you, Renault,” Axton’s husky whisper promises, dangerously close. “Be my serum tonight.” One wrong move, and everything burns. Click Now: Dive into a pulse-pounding tale of survival, betrayal, and a passion that defies a monstrous world!

I'll cut straight to the chase for you. This story will follow an OC called Asher, who has... quite a personality. He... unlike normal people... jumped in joy when he realized he got transmigrated into shadow slave. I think that speaks enough about his character. And no, please, he is not some psychopathic killer. And no, this is not harem. Few may find the MC annoying but stick with him, he will turn out to be goooood. Also, there will be comedy, and it will be funny(I hope) This fic will have slice of life moments and crazy plot twists. If I say anything else, it is a potential spoiler. Read it. [All credit goes to G3 the GOAT and Grammarly my wonderful editor]

Zack was normal person like all of us until he got reborn 4000 years in the past as Saint.Azaska. Saints are worshiped as beings above all by people,while those who defy saints are called Demons.In this era everyone has a core that decides their power and potential,the system is ruthless only by killing other people can one level his core.

She opens her eyes inside a glass pod, surrounded by flowers that have grown over everything including her. She has no memory. No past. Not even a name until she finds it etched into the pod she just crawled out of: Ashe. Everyone here woke up the same way — no answers, no origin, nothing but the word the locals use for what they are. Emergents. Whatever that means. Then the walls start writing to her. The written voice calls itself Seven, a survivor who knows things about her she hasn't figured out yet. Meanwhile, far above, a colossal vessel drifts across the sky in the same slow arc, again and again, as if waiting for something. Ashe doesn't know what she is yet. But the world is starting to show her things it isn't showing anyone else.

[Ding! The host performed deep-throat oral sex with a girl for the first time, and the "Sex to Riches" system successfully activated.] [Ding! Host, keep up the excellent work—break more girls' virginities, seduce your neighbors' girlfriends, the sex system is ready to fulfill your every wish.] Luo Song was reborn in an era of extreme scarcity, where a lack of resources made life hell. Hunger, poverty, and struggle were widespread, but fate turned in his favor. A mysterious "Sex to Riches" system came to him, showering him with wealth, power, and opportunities for every sexual achievement. Now, Luo Song seduces girls with his enormous masculinity—through deep-throat pleasures, defloration, gangbang sessions, and secret affairs with neighbors. Every thrust, every scream, and every orgasm makes him rich and influential. In this provocative tale, he burns poverty to ashes with the fire of lust, where sex is the king of wealth and every vagina is a gateway to his conquest. Will he bring the entire city under his spell? A sensual adventure that will fill you with heat and lust.

​"A crown forged from the skulls of friends offers no warmth... it only grants eternal frost." ​In a world that recognizes only the language of steel, Alaric was but a shadowless knight—a cold blade in the hand of a ruthless, aging king. But ancient prophecies do not sleep, and the cries of the forsaken have begun to weave for him a cloak of dark ambition. ​This is not the tale of a hero who saved a kingdom; it is the chronicle of a man who incinerated his own soul to sit upon a throne of ash. A bloody ascent spanning seventy autumns of betrayal, black magic, and wars that know no end. ​Alaric will tread upon the corpses of those he once loved and drink from the poisoned chalice of power, only to discover that the hardest part of reaching the summit... is the crushing solitude as the mountains crumble beneath him. ​Is the throne worth the loss of everything? Or was the crown nothing more than a golden shackle for a king condemned to a tragic fate?

Kang Ji-woo's last word was a name. The name of the man who shoved him into the wolf's jaws. Betrayed. Discarded like trash by the raid party he trusted—his childhood crush bartered his life for a single A-rank skill crystal. As fangs closed around his throat and the rift sealed shut behind his fleeing "friends," Ji-woo died screaming. Then he woke up. 「SSS Bond Fusion System Activated.」 「Welcome, Candidate. You are compatible with 100% of Male-Class Entities.」 The rarest system in the apocalypse chose a corpse. Ji-woo can now fuse with any male beast, rift lord, or fallen entity. Every successful fusion grants him a new God-Class skill, a permanent power spike, and a Bond Partner—sentient, devastatingly powerful, and bound to him for life. But the system doesn't give. It takes. Each fusion demands a Bond Trial: a brutal war of wills inside a shared mindscape where the beast fights back with pride, trauma, and centuries of hatred. Dominate, and a fragment of the beast's consciousness merges with Ji-woo's own—altering his personality, his desires, his very soul. Fail? The corruption spreads. The beast takes over. And Ji-woo becomes the pet. Now the weakest bait is collecting the apocalypse's most dangerous males. The Silverfang Wolf snarls at the leash. He was a king before Ji-woo chained him. He will kneel—but only after he breaks the boy who dared claim him. The Abyssal Dragon offers cold partnership. He sees Ji-woo as a useful vessel, nothing more. His loyalty must be carved from ice. The Fallen Seraph smiles too easily. He submits, purrs, obeys every command—and whispers poison into Ji-woo's mind when the others aren't listening. With every fusion, Ji-woo climbs toward God-Class. But the voices grow louder. The corruption meter ticks higher. The boy who was left to die is becoming something unrecognizable—something hungry, something unstable, something the "heroes" who betrayed him will regret creating. And the system has one final warning: 「Bond Capacity: 3/7.」 「Corruption Threshold: 43%.」 「Recommendation: Do not fall in love with your chains.」 Power has a price. Loyalty is a battlefield. And the only way to survive this new world is to claim the strongest males... before they claim him back. A dark BL system apocalypse where every power-up costs a piece of your soul. Weak-to-OP. Messy harem. Real consequences. Real heat. Updates daily.

Lyra Nocturne discovers she carries a forbidden bloodline, a power so dangerous it once nearly destroyed the world. Hunted by elite warriors and feared by society, she is forced into Ebonveil Academy, a brutal school where only the strongest survive. Here, students fight, betray, and kill in the name of survival. The weak perish. The strong rise. And secrets older than the kingdoms themselves wait to be uncovered. As Lyra struggles to control her deadly powers, she catches the attention of people who envies her. Lyra never asked for the dangerous power she carries but at The Cursed Bloodline Academy, only the strongest students survive. Enrolled under mysterious circumstances, Lyra quickly learns that the academy is no ordinary school. Hidden beneath the stone walls are dark secrets, dangerous beasts, and trials that push students to the brink of death. When the arena trials begin, Lyra’s bloodline awakens, unlocking magic she can barely control. As she faces terrifying creatures and cruel professors, she discovers that her power might be the key to an ancient curse and the only way to survive the academy’s deadly game. But with the secrets of her past buried deep, she must unravel the truth before the academy consumes her. In a place where trust is scarce and danger lurks at every corner, Lyra must navigate deadly trials, forge uneasy alliances, and confront the magic that could either destroy her or save them all. Will she be the one to break the curse, or will she fall victim to the dark forces that seek to control her power? Updates: three chapters per week Join Discord server https://discord.gg/v9x2q2ewR

In the novel, there are always characters who are strong, powerful, and on top of that have stunning appearances, but because of the plot arrangement and influence of the protagonist's halo, their endings are embarrassing and miserable. Jiang Jiamian’s mission is to save them. Jiang Jiamian: “It's actually very simple, just seduce and hook them up so that they no longer have time to follow the plot.” If the mission targets don't follow the plot, they can break free from the storyline and even avoid contact with the protagonist. But why do all those miserable bigshots seem to have gone crazy and turned dark all of a sudden?

A cursed liar just wants a quiet life; this damn woman wont let him. In a world where the Dream Realm eats people and Saints alike, they share a series of very bad decisions. Between movie marathons, breaking cannon, and accidentally horrifying the gods, two broken Awakened slowly turn an awkward cohabitation into a sanctuary sharp enough to cut the Spell itself. cover picture not mine, ask me and il remove it