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His tongue was merciless, circling, teasing, bringing me right to the edge...... And then he stopped again. My hips bucked uselessly against his mouth. I moaned in frustration. “Please,” I gasped, hating how desperate I sounded. “Kael—please—” He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “Beg me,” he murmured against my slick skin. “Beg me properly, Riley, and maybe I’ll let you come.” How was I craving him.. How can I crave for him. This man kidnapped me. Yet I ache for his touch. I yearn for it. I can't go a day without it. I know this would end badly, yet my heart wants to spend every minute with him. ************************* All Riley Miller wanted was to pay off her loans and forget the empty space inside her. Then Kael Bloodmoon shattered her world. A centuries-old werewolf Alpha, he drags her into a brutal hidden society, claiming she is the last Aethelgard, a human "Keyholder" magically enslaved to his bloodline. Trapped between Kael's raw, possessive fury and the cold, calculating schemes of his brother Kain, Riley finds herself at the center of a pack war while navigating threats from ancient vampires and darker creatures. The magical bond that chains her to Kael is eating her alive, and the only people with answers are the ones using her as a pawn. To survive, Riley must learn who to trust in a world of monsters, even if the most dangerous one is the possessive, broken king who claims she belongs to him.

They called it mercy. They left him alive. Four years later, Doran walks the ruins of destiny — a man stripped of faith, clawing toward revenge against the gods who abandoned him. But madness is patient. Memory is cruel. And on the road to vengeance, even the strongest soul can shatter.

This is a war romantasy of forbidden bonds between wolves, vampires and witches. *** VOLUME I: HOWLS OF HIS LOVE. VOLUME II: THE LYCAN WAR. War is coming. For centuries, werewolves have fought their ancient enemies, vampires and witches, each side waiting for the moment the balance of power finally breaks. Chloe never expected to stand at the center of it. Bound to Kai, a powerful Alpha with a dangerous reputation, she finds herself caught in a conspiracy that reaches far beyond their pack. Secrets buried for generations begin to surface, alliances crumble, and enemies lurk where they least expect. As the war draws closer, Chloe and Kai must decide what matters more: the rules of their world… or the bond between them. Because when everything begins to fall apart, only one truth remains: Let them hate us. It has always been me and you from the start.

Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III

People ask the wrong question. They look at the ruins—at the gods who fell too late and the thrones that collapsed under their own weight—and ask: How did you get here? Wrong question. The right one is simpler. What were you before all of this? Adrian Wilbert. A failed noble. He spoke at three months, cast fire at one year, was expelled from the arcane academy at five—and has never prayed since. Inside him sleeps a "Fragment of the Old Creator." His power: Adaptation—evolve every time you fail. Learn any spell the moment you see it. And an ocean of infinite mana that you cannot fully control. He only wanted an ordinary life. To read novels. To be left alone. But the world volunteered to break him first. A dark syndicate that trades in human flesh. A secret coalition of monsters, already moving their pieces. The girl he loved chose someone else. And his father—was murdered before his eyes. Grief-stricken, abandoned, he did what the broken always do. He kept moving. But losing is part of his power. Every time he fell... he came back different. Before he knew it, he had become strong. Too strong. — And then he gained Madness. "I alone am worthy to rule this world." The gods are watching. They should be. _ _ _ #OP MC early on #Strategy # Magic # High fantasy #Psychological #Kingdom Building # Anti-hero #Op Available on Royal Road, Wattpad, Honeyfeed and Webnovel

Disclaimer!!! it contains mature and dark content. And a morally grey main character. Viewer's discretion advised ‼️ You ever punch a stranger and wake up the next morning to realize he’s your new boss? Yeah. That happened. I should’ve known the night I drank and went after that jerk, the universe was about to ruin my life in style. He didn’t even flinch. Just caught my fist midair, dragged me into a private room, and told me he could destroy me… or make me beg. Guess which one he chose. His name’s Cassian Wolfe. Ex-convict. Billionaire. Walking felony in a three-piece suit. And apparently... my new Boss. Now he owns my paycheck, my body, and every goddamn thought in my head. He calls me his pet, smirks like the devil knows a secret I’m too weak to resist, and every time he touches me, I forget why I ever said no. It’s sick, really. He humiliates me, ruins me, makes me crawl, and I let him. well because I have no damn choice... or maybe I just really like it.

Died in the cold. Starved. Betrayed. Devoured by the very people he once trusted. In a world where humanity collapsed into chaos, kindness was a weakness-and he paid the price for it. But fate gave him something impossible. A second chance. He awakens 30 days before the apocalypse. This time, he knows what's coming: The freezing world. The rise of enhanced humans. The fall of civilization. And the moment the people closest to him chose survival... over him. But Jae-Min is no longer the same man. Cold. Calculated. Unforgiving. Armed with knowledge of the future, a growing spatial power, and unmatched precision as a sniper who never misses, he begins to prepare-not just to survive... But to dominate. As factions rise, monsters emerge, and the world descends into war, Jae-Min moves from the shadows-one step ahead, one bullet at a time. This time, he won't be the one abandoned. This time... he chooses who lives.

In a world of magic and swords where peace is never guaranteed, meet Henry, the second son of the Sinclair Barony. Ever since his older brother was named the official heir, Henry has lived a completely lazy and unambitious life. As a noble with zero responsibilities, he wastes his natural talents to enjoy a life of pure comfort, showing almost no redeeming qualities. Eventually, Henry takes his wild lifestyle a bit too far and gets banished to a remote military outpost. He assumes he just has to rough it for a few weeks before his parents cave in and let him come back home. However, life has other plans. The outpost is suddenly attacked, and Henry is killed. But in a shocking twist of fate, Henry opens his eyes to find himself exactly four years in the past, right on the morning of his coming-of-age ceremony. With a brand new lease on life, how will Henry forge his own path and fix the fatal mistakes of his future? Only time will tell.

Throughout the world, many young people dream of adventures spanning thousands of miles; however, after the sea swallowed the land, many people lost their hope and dreams. On a small boat in the middle of unknown waters, a boy awakens with no memory of who he is or why he is at sea.

At twenty-two, Ishmael "Ishy" Farron believed his mother’s death was the heaviest burden he would ever carry. He was wrong. When overwhelming grief summons the Catalyst Anchor, a parasitic mark appears as a dark blood-colored bruise on his neck — a tether that drags his soul into the Fallen Dream, a nightmarish realm born from sorrow. Waking on a desolate shore of crushed bone and endless crimson waves, Ishy is immediately shackled by a burning iron chain that bites into his flesh and feeds on his pain. The Anchor offers no mercy. It offers trials. Hunted by ruthless Awakened Hunters who enter the dream through blood rituals, Ishy is nothing more than a living "key" — a fresh Infected soul they plan to exploit to plunder the Graveyards of the Fallen Gods, tombs of dead deities still leaking dangerous power. Thrown into a caravan of fellow grieving youths, all marked and chained like livestock, Ishy must survive soul-crushing trials, opportunistic predators, and the seductive promises of the Anchor itself. Every step deeper into the ruins forces him to confront a brutal truth: "Grief is the soil. The Anchor is the root." And if he wants to live, he may have to become something far darker than the broken son who once stood at his mother’s grave. Note: Ishy is pronounced as "Ee-Shee" TikTok: @sunny_l4tte Discord: sunny_latte

For a hundred years, humanity has thrived under the radiant gaze of the Gods. Every prayer offered and every statue built honors the divine beings who supposedly saved the world from a forgotten darkness. In this era of golden peace, the name of the "First Hero," Arthur, has been reduced to nothing more than a bedtime story—a myth whispered in the shadows. ​But the gold is starting to flake away, revealing the rot beneath. ​When a young man from a discarded bloodline discovers a "glitch" in his own soul, he realizes that his ancestors didn't just disappear—they were erased. Armed with a power the gods thought they had deleted, he begins a dangerous journey to uncover the secret kept within the Grand Hall. ​As he digs deeper, he finds that the deities the world worships are not protectors, but architects of a massive deception. Now, he must decide: continue living in a beautiful lie, or burn the world down to see the True Face of Gods.

Portgas D. Ramos cherished his older sister Rogue, but her love for the pirate king made her a threat to the World Government. He watched her suffer to hide Roger's child and after her death, he swore to protect Ace and end the pirate era. Garp took Ramos under his wing to prevent him from letting his need for vengeance lead him astray. Ramos grows through the system he believed would make him strong enough to help the weak but he becomes a mere mut to the Celestial Dragons' depravity and pure evil. A darker version of One Piece with a focus on Justice/freedom/true strength and harem chaos

Untold, Unheard and the Unwritten. How far will you sink, while you count your breaths to know what your were never suppose to. To peice all that is broken, to see the truth laid before you. The days are flowing and time is ticking... What can't be hidden, can't be erased. Souls of the world, from blood it was written and from blood it will be read.

They called him the "Once-in-a-Lifetime Genius." By nineteen, Jaden had saved the Kingdom of Aethelgard from certain destruction, standing at the peak of sword and sorcery. But his reward for salvation was betrayal. Fearful of his growing power, the King and his Council branded him a traitor and banished him to the Void—a realm of absolute nothingness where existence is erased. ​Four years later, the Void spat him back out. ​But the hero who entered the darkness is not the man who returned. Jaden’s golden magic has turned necrotic, his mercy has been consumed by the dark, and his legendary intellect is now tuned for one thing: the total systematic destruction of the kingdom that discarded him. ​Accompanied by Alyssa, the only friend who never stopped searching for him, Jaden begins his cold march toward the capital. He doesn't want his title back. He doesn't want to clear his name. ​He wants them to realize that when you throw a god into the dark, he eventually learns to rule it.

Seventeen years in a hospital bed. No strength. No rank. No future worth naming. When death finally came, Arthur Shozoria didn't fight it. He welcomed it. But death wasn't the end. It was a door — and on the other side waited a world where power is the only law, magic is the only currency, and the weak don't survive long enough to understand why. Arthur has nothing. No mana. No status. No place in this world's brutal hierarchy. Then the impossible happens. [RedEngine Initializing...] A forbidden program — one that shouldn't exist, in a world that never asked for it — awakens inside his system. It can rewrite stats. Override limits. Bend the rules of reality itself. But it doesn't obey. It doesn't respond to commands or strategy or desperation. It activates when it wants, goes silent when it shouldn't, and every time it does — the world takes notice. Kingdoms. Ancient powers. Forces that have kept this world in order for centuries. They're all beginning to ask the same question: What exactly is Arthur Shozoria? And more importantly — what do they do about him? In a world built on unbreakable rules, he is the one thing the system was never designed to handle. A glitch. And glitches don't get to survive for long.

The House of Scipio, known in Latin as the Scipiones, stood as the most powerful branch of the greater Cornelii gens, one of the oldest and most influential families of the Roman Republic. Their legacy reached its height under the command of Scipio Africanus, victor of Zama and hero of Rome, and endured through Scipio Aemilianus, conqueror of Hispania. For generations, they stood among the unseen rulers of Rome, men whose influence shaped the fate of nations. But power fades. With time, their dominance waned. Their name, once feared across the Mediterranean, slipped into memory. Now, that legacy stands on the brink of rebirth. A special child is born into a name that once shook kingdoms in its prime, carrying the burden of centuries. He is the spark destined to reignite a dying flame, the Eagle who must reclaim the sky. He is of the Blood of Scipio. And this is his story.

A mage from distant lands. Hated by the world, she carries its secrets to the lands of the immortal, the demonic and the divine, while being harassed by a certain Dark Lord. --- Author's note: I got bored so, I made this. My grammar isn't the best, plus I'm starting to suspect both my breaking keyboard and failing autocorrect is scheming against me, so sorry about that. I made this while drawing inspiration from my half-baked knowledge of different stuff I've read as well as a story I wrote in secret back in high school (that I never showed anyone, or finished). I wanted to include as many different things as I possibly could when i started writing this stuff which is probably why it is such a mess (especially the names. I wanted to use names from different places in the world, but it got confusing.) I don't want to offend anyone or make any statements on anything in my writing. It is mostly just for self-amusement. That being said, if you like it then good for you. And if you don't, then why are you still here? Shoo! Go! Get out of here! Anyways, enjoy! Oh look! My note is longer than the synopsis! Lets make it longer! Oh look, a butterfly! Whee! Byeeeee!

Adrian Lunar suddenly found himself thrown into the world of supernaturals when his mother was murdered and his sister abducted by a demon. Bitten by a rabid wolf on the verge of his death he was turned into the first ever werewolf. Driven by revenge, with the help of a witch whose memories were stolen by a demon. They solved the cases of the supernatural to help those harmed by them like they were while also searching for the demon who took his sister and the witch's memories.

Eve never believed in fate...until three ruthless alphas claimed her as theirs. Desperate to save her dying mother, Eve works as a masked dancer at Eclipse, the city's most exclusive club, where anonymity is her only protection. When the infamous Blackwood triplets—Damian, Damon, and Silas, offer her an obscene amount of money for a six-month exclusive contract, she accepts despite the terrifying rumors. Girls whisper about their brutality, their insatiable appetites, and the way they share everything... including women. The first night, Eve discovers the rumors don't do them justice. Damian commands her body with cold precision, every touch calculated to break down her defenses. Damon's dangerous playfulness pushes her past limits she didn't know she had, making her crave the edge of fear and pleasure. Silas watches with obsessive intensity, learning every tremor and gasp, demanding complete psychological surrender. Together, they overwhelm her....three predators claiming their prey in the most primal way possible. But something is different about Eve. While other women break under the brothers' dark desires, she endures. She matches their intensity, craves their brutality, returns night after night hungry for more. They're possessive in ways that should terrify her, marking her body as their territory, but her skin burns hotter under their hands than it ever has before. The brothers don't understand why they can't stay away from her. Why her scent drives them to the edge of madness. Why the mate bond...something they never believed they'd find...pulls them to this masked human with increasing, undeniable force. Then Eve's body begins to change. After three days without them, she collapses, her body shutting down from a hunger no food can satisfy. When Damian touches her fevered skin, her eyes glow amber and an ancient binding spell shatters. The truth explodes between them in a wave of desperate, consuming need: Eve isn't human. She's a succubi—a creature who feeds on sexual energy to survive. And they are her fated mates. Suddenly, Eve's nightly visits become her lifeline. She needs them...needs their touch, their dominance, their insatiable desire....or she'll die. A dark paranormal romance of fated mates, brutal alphas, and a queen who was born to rule them all.