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The Bible warns of the four angels bound beneath the Euphrates River. When they rise, humanity will face judgment. They were never supposed to rise early. A faction of rogue heavenly angels has descended to Earth to free the prisoners beneath the river before their appointed time. If they succeed, prophecy itself will break. The seals will remain unfulfilled. The trumpets will never sound. An ending reserved for God's appointed time will arrive too soon. Max and her husband Seth were never ordinary. Born from The First Breath, they carry the Flame and the Breath, living forces of divine authority placed within them for a purpose they are only beginning to understand. As corruption spreads through creation, ancient powers awaken, and the future itself begins to unravel, Max, Seth, and the rest of the Twenty-Eight find themselves standing between humanity and an apocalypse that should never exist. The world is running out of time. Heaven is running out of patience. And the end of all things has started moving ahead of schedule. What begins in Flame & Breath expands through Christopher's Interludes, Rise of the Unseen, Before the Throne, and The World Unmasked, revealing a story far larger than any of its heroes ever imagined.

I am LS13 / LS, the author of Devil Horns. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road. Twenty years ago, the world united to kill one man. They failed. Now, in an age where kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of ancient powers, a new name begins to echo across the lands — Lacod Junyu.

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For centuries, the Thanes have ruled the shadows — a bloodline of supernatural assassins whose name inspires both fear and awe. Wealth, power, and secrecy have kept them untouchable… until a ghost from their darkest past returns and the hunters become the hunted. Emily has spent her life in a world starved of warmth, never knowing why the supernatural seems to stalk her steps. When fate throws her into the path of Morgan Thane, her own dangerous, long-suppressed powers awaken. Now hunted by forces she doesn’t understand, Emily must navigate a deadly alliance with a born killer— and survive a treacherous game where the truth could destroy them both. For event announcements and interaction with other people who love the book, check out. Discord: https://discord.gg/5DMjy5xr. Enjoy, feedback, comments, and constructive criticism are welcome.

** No NTR { Only Netori }** **Explicit Content Warning +18** **Dark fantasy+SMUT* Join my Discord for NFSW character & Official Character images: https://discord.gg/tPKYSQeSD4 —————————————— Caught masturbating in glorious 4K, a perverted teenager is sentenced to the basement as punishment. Only to be murdered by a book that never asked permission. Death was supposed to be the end. Instead he awakens as Daniel Dikson. An eighteen years old, dirt-poor guy, son of a broke farmer and Marnie, his stepmother. The kind of stepmother wet dreams are built from. Yet what truly terrified him was the book itself. It had crossed death with him, and now lay quietly at his side, patiently waiting for his touch once more. “Wait… this book wants me to draw a ritual diagram, place the book in the center, and chant some eldritch bullshit to seal the deal?” “Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà…” One forbidden ritual later, a demon found its vessel, purring promises of limitless power. Every woman he claims, every moan he steals from their bodies will increase his power. From the village’s weakest to a ruthless conqueror Daniel rises through blood, sweat and bedroom sheets. But in this brutal world of scheming nobles, wild beasts, and forbidden lusts, will Daniel survive? ———— [A/N: MC power growth is a little slow, but it picks up later.]

Ran, an orphan, grew up in misery. He ran away from his foster home and wandered the city, while his mind revealed a sickness. Tired of wandering, he finally decided to return to the foster home, but fate had other plans. He was kidnapped by a group of two and thrown into an organ harvesting center, where he was sold to a wealthy man. It was there that his original divine lineage was revealed, thus deepening his misery, and with each passing day, he became more and more indifferent.

18+ Restricted Content: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, high emotions, and morally grey characters. One stolen wallet. One little girl screaming “Daddy!”. One alpha mafia lord who never lets debts go unpaid. After catching his cheating ex selling him out, male omega Shin Seoha loses everything in a single night: his home, his inheritance, his pride. Desperte to survive the night, he steals from the first well-dressed stranger he sees. That stranger is Kang Taesan; CEO of Mountain Atelier by day, ruthless underworld captain by night. Instead of accepting an apology, Taesan offers Seoha a deal: repay the black card debt by working under him, at his company, at his side, and move into his penthouse to play daddy to the daughter who refuses to let Seoha go. It’s only until the debt is cleared, only until the child stops crying and only until Taesan decides he’s had enough that it ends. But debts grow, and Seoha is only starting to learn just what he has been pulled into, it's a world where secrets can kill and the ex who betrayed Seoha isn’t done yet. What started as punishment turns into possession. What started as survival turns into surrender. Because mountains don’t forgive. They claim. And Taesan has no intention of letting his little thief escape.

Please check out my new book! https://www.webnovel.com/book/34709131300072805 I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Thank you! [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+. No rape. No NTR. No Yuri] WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry Update Schedule Daily Updates: One chapter per day Power Stone Ranking Goals Top 100: Additional 1 chapter (release weekend) Top 50: Additional 2 chapters (release weekend) Top 25: Additional 3 chapters (release weekend) Top 10: Additional 4 chapters (release weekend) Top 1: Additional 5 chapters (release weekend) Please note that any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, real world events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this work of fiction are products of the author's imagination. Discord: https://discord.gg/mXMRjzF I used AI-generated images for my characters. If any of them resemble known female characters from anime or fiction, please contact me privately on Discord and I'll replace said images. No copyright infringement is intended. Thank you!

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 not a standard webnovel. Not power fantasy. You won't get that constant power escalation hit or that achievement system satisfaction. What you get is slow burn, structured more like a novel than serialized content. Each chapter accumulates. Each arc tightens. Tension builds and doesn't release until it's supposed to. The work touches on philosophy, politics, economy, metaphysics, theology. Everything woven into narrative, not explained to you. If you've already read Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, A Song of Ice and Fire, works that trust readers to hold complexity, you already know what we're trying to do here. The ambition is simple and honest: get there. Write something that redefines what this genre can do. I can't promise we make it. I'm a beginner without experience and this work is experimental. But I can promise I'll give everything I have trying.

Transmigrating as a peerless young master of the Immortal World’s most terrifying clan should have been the ultimate jackpot. Instead, Ye Yun wakes up to a cruel truth: he is nothing more than a scripted villain. A stepping stone carefully prepared for the “chosen ones.” Destined to be humiliated, stripped of everything, and discarded so that countless protagonists can rise. But he refuses to accept that role. With the full weight of the Immortal World’s most feared clan behind him, Ye Yun awakens the Ultimate Villain System. From this moment on, he will hunt the protagonists, plunder their luck, crush their destinies, and rewrite the entire script on his own terms. In a world designed for heroes to win… the greatest villain is about to take everything.

A devil who will charm any girls he meets, a killer who is more terrifying than anyone alive, and a thief who is more mysterious than the phantom thief Kid .... The villain behind all evil. The protagonist is pure evil, watch as he creates chaos in the world. This is my picture.

Blurb: He was once mindless trash. Vermin. An Imp. No name, no purpose. No future. He was supposed to die in the Maw like the rest. Mindless, crawling meat for something stronger to chew on. But something broke. A spark buried itself inside him... something ancient, older than Hell itself. Now he can see. He can think. He can Evolve. Hell doesn't know it yet, but the bottom just stood up. And he's hungry. Synopsis: The lowest demon in Hell. An imp without thought, spawned from filth, born for slaughter. Then he devoured a glitched system shard, something that shouldn’t exist in Hell. It gave him thought. It gave him power. It gave him the chance to evolve. Crawling through a realm of endless death and rot, he forced open a path to Earth. But in the year 2125, Earth isn’t what it once was. A hundred years ago, the Convergence shattered reality. Dimensions merged and the Dungeons fell. Civilization ended. Now, after a century of struggle, the Five Kings rule what's left, each carving out their own empires with overwhelming power. Like the Beast Taming King, who controls what was once Africa. His lands teem with monsters. Users flock to farm his dungeons, capturing beasts, gather rare materials...if they can survive, and don't forget to pay tribute. Or the Undead King, who holds what was once Europe and Russia in an iron grip. Endless legions of the dead serve him, his people loyal and fanatical. Behind an iron mask, he enforces absolute authority. A tyrant, loved by his people, living or dead. Everywhere, system users chase their own power. Shards grant anything from petty stats to world-shaking destinies. Everyone sees themselves as the hero, the protagonist of their own story. All of this is maintained and guided through the Network, a system-spanning infrastructure no human can escape. It ranks, registers, and controls. But not everywhere. Beyond the king's territories lie the Freelands, lawless zones they can’t or won’t hold. Here, gangs and corporations carve up ground while dimensional rifts swallow entire city blocks, wild dungeons drop without warning, and violence is the only law. He shouldn’t even exist in the Network. He’s not human. But his shard is corrupted...tainted. He slips through its firewalls, unregistered, unranked and free. Consuming the life and identity of Wohan Seo-jin, a system user and gang boss on the drowned coast of what was once Korea, he takes everything: his face, his memories, his men. Now he owns a foothold in the human world. And he plans to keep it. Survival isn’t enough. There is too much to want, too much to take for his own. System users, demons, dimensional races, even gods, he’ll push past every limit, evolve beyond every threat, and claim everything he desires...no matter the cost. #Litrpg #DarkFantasy #Grimdark #ProgressionFantasy #Post-apocalyptic

A person from our world transmigrates into Peter Parker's body one day after the spider bite. Inspired by the Spider-Man movies, comics, and video games. A darker, smarter and much more dangerous version of the friendly neighborhood hero. ----------- (Disclaimer: None of the characters used in the story belong to me. Credits to their respective creators and authors.) NO HAREM The author is not a native speaker.

Disclaimer All copyrighted content is the property of its respective owner(s). Welcome to previous readers who have read the Gamer Path series thus far. This would be No.5 of Gamer Path, starting with a new MC after the previous one. The story tells of this path that opens to the world of the Pokemon Adventures series. The danger is constant, always filled with those in power doing as they please. Unlike your usual Gamers, this one chose a hard challenge as he requested to have the bare minimum of a Gamer System like those in Pokemon Games 'MENU' and an Arc Phone. After all, for a game, it needs to be challenging. And what better challenge in becoming a Pokemon Trainer than to rely on their abilities... "I wanna be the very best like no one ever was... a Pokemon Master."

Aithne, living in a remote town barely scraping by in the cold arctic. She is finally named by a divine — be it for her own good or bad. Marked as chosen, she takes on the journey to become a Holder—but to hold onto her life, she must survive roughest of torments. Nothing in the world came without conflict. Surrounded by war discrimination and endless cycle of oppression immerse yourself in the story of once promised adventure.

Sunless once wondered why the stars shone so brightly, despite being far out of reach. There was a scientific explanation out there, but he didn’t care about that. If the world wanted to spite him, he’d spite the world back. Sunny will reach for the stars, grasp them, and crush them, drowning the universe with a lightless sky. *** Cover by N0tEpic. Full cover can be found in the first chapter of the AO3 version of this fic.

As I made my way to the company to tackle an urgent crisis that demanded immediate attention. I suddenly found myself transported into a world that struck a curious balance between the familiar and the extraordinary. It was a surreal experience, filled with sights and sounds that echoed my own reality, yet everything felt uniquely different—vibrant colors, unusual landscapes, and characters who seemed both strange and oddly relatable. It left me pondering deeply: was this truly the life I envisioned for myself? Or perhaps this surreal scenario was merely a distraction from the pressing issues I was meant to confront? As these thoughts swirled in my mind, I couldn't shake off a more troubling concern. At the forefront of my worries was Miss Chan, a elderly women who always seemed to see the world colorful. I couldn’t help but think that she might unjustly hold herself responsible for the incident in the train. The thought of her blaming herself for a situation that was beyond her control was distressing to me. I wished so fervently for her to understand that she should not guilt herself over this; it was not her fault. I mentally urged her, “Please don’t let this burden weigh you down. You have done nothing wrong, and that is what truly matters.” "It was my decision."