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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 · 43k Views

Twisted Mind games

Elena is a dedicated children’s psychologist who craves nothing more than the safety of her carefully constructed life. Her world revolves around her career and her dream of a "happily ever after" with her long-term boyfriend, Ethan. But the domestic peace she treasures is shattered when Luca Crowe—a man who defines himself by the chaos he creates—forces his way into her life. ​What begins as a series of unsettling encounters quickly escalates into a terrifying game of cat and mouse. While Elena struggles to maintain her sanity and evade Luca’s relentless stalking, a second blow strikes: she discovers that Ethan, the man she thought was her anchor, has been systematically cheating on her. ​Broken and adrift, Elena finds herself drawn into a dark, magnetic pull she can't explain. Luca doesn't hide his nature; he regales her with cold, bone-chilling stories of his life as a killer and a psychopath. His obsession is absolute, and despite her fear, Elena begins to see the fractured soul beneath his monstrous exterior. ​As she surrenders to a forbidden attraction, the truth behind their connection reveals a reality far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Luca is no mere man, but an ancient vampire, and Elena's own dormant lineage awakens to reveal she is the descendant of a powerful line of witches. ​Bound by a centuries-old blood feud, vampires and witches are natural enemies whose unions are considered an abomination. As ancient secrets surface and their respective worlds threaten to tear them apart, Elena and Luca must decide: will they succumb to the weight of their warring heritages, or will they burn the world down to protect a love that was never meant to exist?
Rityshah · 9k Views

House Of Puppets

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is built closer to a novel than a webnovel: each chapter accumulates, each arc tightens, and the end of every Volume is the destination of everything that came before it. The structure rewards patience. Tension builds and does not release until it is meant to. The ambition is simple to say and hard to earn: one day, a place among the works that defined what this genre can be. Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, ORV, Shadow Slave. I cannot promise we get there. I can promise I will give everything trying.
MisterElegance · 50.4k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Elian Morel was a ghost—until his father's execution dragged him into the light. Now a servant to Duke Lucien Valemont, the realm's most ruthless noble, Elian has one goal: Revenge. ​The Duke is cold, untouchable, and betrothed to a princess. Elian should hate him. He does. But when their bare hands finally meet, the air shatters. ​Lucien is hiding a monstrous secret. And so is Elian. ​As a royal wedding looms and treason whispers through the court, a forbidden desire ignites between master and servant. The Duke needs Elian's soul; Elian wants the Duke's blood. ​But in a kingdom built on lies, the truth is only a touch away. And when Elian's eyes turn crimson, no one—not even the King—is safe.
Rosegold_n · 14.2k Views

The World's Greatest Egoist

When the Abyss descended, Earth didn’t just fall—it evolved. ​Beams of darkness fractured the sky, transforming the world into a meat-grinder of nations and monsters. From the cataclysm rose Egoists: humans who awakened Archetypes—shards of their inner demons—to survive the rising tide of Null Creatures. Lucamir Elaric was seen as a defect. ​In a Federation where Egoists are ranked by their "Synchronization" with the Abyss, Luca’s score was a pitiful 5%. To the elite Noble families and the iron-fisted government, he was just another farm boy destined to be fodder—a commoner meant to be chained or consumed by the Null Creatures. That was the world’s mistake. Lucamir’s Synchronization was never 5%. It was 100%. A perfect alignment misread as failure—sealed away as a system error in a world that had not witnessed such a thing in five thousand years. While others lose their sanity to the Abyss, Luca is 100% Immune to Corruption. While others are limited to a single Archetype, Luca possesses All Seven. He isn't just a survivor; he is the biological blueprint for a god. ​Labeled the son of terrorists, hunted by the Federation, and treated as a pawn by the whimsical "21st God," Luca is done surviving. He isn't here to climb the ladder of society. ​He’s here to overwrite the system because in a world where everything is ranked, measured, and controlled—he is the one thing it cannot measure. #HiddenOP. #AntiHero. #GeniusMC. #Ruthless and CalculativeMC. # High-IQ Combat & Biological Warfare. # No Harem. ____ Join the Discord; https://discord.gg/pNGeUe2Fe
Tofi_ · 49.6k Views

He Was Too Young to Be This Dangerous

He was supposed to be just another spoiled heir flatlining on a penthouse floor. One more overdose. One more file stamped “troubled rich boy.” Then Dr. Rowan Blackwood looked at him like he was someone not special and that single, stupid moment of boldness lit a fuse no one saw coming. Now the seventeen-year-old billionaire heir won’t stop until he owns Rowan completely. Body. Mind. Soul. He’ll buy the hospital wing if he has to. He’ll show up at 3 a.m. outside Rowan’s locked apartment door. He’ll burn every boundary, break every rule, ruin every excuse Rowan tries to hide behind because once someone sees the real, bleeding boy underneath the cocaine and couture, Nyx Ravencroft doesn’t let go. Ever. Rowan should run. Ethics scream it. The law demands it. Her career would survive it. But every time those fever-bright eyes lock on hers, every time that trembling, manic hand reaches out like it’s drowning… something inside the unflinching doctor starts to fracture. One wrong touch. One forbidden kiss in the dark. One night where detox sweat and desperate sobs blur into something neither of them can name. They’re definitely not supposed to *need* this. But obsession doesn’t ask for permission. And healing… healing can look a lot like destruction when the wrong two people find each other at the worst possible time. Welcome to the kind of love that ruins lives and might just save them anyway. Dark. Forbidden. Addictive. You won’t look away. Even when you know you should. ~~^-^~~ The audio was clean.  Crisp.  Every hitch, every gasp, every whispered "yes" and "more" rendered in perfect high-definition clarity. Rowan's knees buckled.  She caught herself against the door palm flat, sliding down an inch. "That's… that's illegal. You can't... you can't have that." Nyx lowered the phone slowly.  The moans cut off when he paused the video. "Illegal?" he echoed, almost gently. "Like fucking your patient in the backseat? Like letting him finger you until you screamed? Like coming home the next morning and lying to your friends that 'nothing happened'?" ~~^-^~~ Age Gap, Obsessive Love, Yandere, Doctor x Patient, Forbidden Romance, Dark Romance, Manipulation, Psychological. ~~^-^~~ Note: The cover art for this novel is my original work. Do not repost or use without permission. Cover Illustration [Stranger02]. All rights reserved.
Stranger02 · 59.1k Views