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The Kruul King burns the world to ash, and his Archons leave nothing but poisoned earth in their wake. To stop the slaughter, three desperate heroes must journey into the Shadowfern—lands where the ground itself decays beneath your boots and reality frays at the edges. They need a guide who knows the poisoned paths. They find him in Snowdrift: Thal, a giant of few words who has walked these lands longer than memory serves. But the only road to the Shadowfern runs through the Empyrean Spine—mountains forged from ancient sacrifice, where dragon-magic still lingers and the fog forces travelers to confront what they've buried deepest. Nyra carries an axe forged from grief and a rage that has never cooled. Luken wields power he doesn't fully understand, magic that answers to something darker than his will. Valen fights with the desperation of a man who has already lost everything once. Together, they follow a legend who may be their only hope—or the catalyst for something far worse. Because some oaths were never meant to be broken. Some doors were never meant to be opened. And in the spaces between worlds, ancient forces are stirring that make the Kruul King look like a passing shadow. Some journeys don't end in glory. They end in sacrifice. This one ends in blood.

A former lord of demons named Valerius returns to the world after a thousand years. ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ DISCLAIMER: "No part of this story may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author."

Some loves don’t heal they destroy. They broke each other once. Now, they’re breaking themselves. Some love isn’t tender it’s a war. Every heartbeat is possession. Every breath is risk. They thought separation could heal them. It didn’t. Now, every secret, every longing, every lie drags them deeper into each other and into ruin. Love turned violent. Desire turned cruel. Nothing is gentle anymore except how perfectly they destroy each other. This is not redemption. It’s devastation. To understand why they can’t breathe near each other now… you need to witness the madness that started it all. First part of Novel "She Ruled Until She Became Mine" Second part of Novel "Fate Broke Us Through Love"

Wein should have died the night his village burned. A blade cut his throat, and he was left among the corpses of people who had always called him cursed. Yet when dawn arrived, he opened his eyes. The brush with death awakened two powerful bloodlines and a spiritual essence hidden deep within him—an ability that dragged him back from the brink of death itself. With nothing left behind but ashes, Wein sets out to explore the wider world. The Emerald Kingdom is a land where strength decides everything. Noble houses fight for influence, wars simmer across its borders, and dark cults lurk beneath the surface of society. As he travels through bustling cities, war-torn battlefields, and ancient ruins forgotten by time, he finds himself drawn into conflicts far greater than himself. Conspiracies stretch from the royal court to forbidden rituals whispered in shadow. But Wein has already crossed the boundary between life and death once. And in a world where power belongs to those who dare to seize it… he intends to grow strong enough that no one will ever leave him for dead again.

He died at 2:47 AM. Not in a war. Not in a blaze of glory. At a desk. Alone. Reading someone else's story. And then — nothing. Until he opened his eyes in a world that shouldn't exist, wearing a body that wasn't his, carrying scars he never earned and a name he doesn't remember choosing. Welcome to the Naruto world. Not the one you know. Before the hidden villages. Before the Hokage. Before anyone decided that power needed rules. This is the age of blood and fire, where clans slaughter each other at dawn and call it honor by dusk. And somewhere in the chaos, a boy named Kael is trying to figure out one very simple thing: Who was he — before he became this? He has no clan. No master. No destiny written in the stars. What he has is worse. A mark on his right palm. A power with no name in any scroll or legend. The ability to rewrite one rule of reality — to bend the impossible into the possible, to reach into the fabric of this world and change it. Once. Then pay the price. Every use costs him a memory. Not pain. Not blood. Not years off his life. A memory. Any memory. Chosen at random. Gone forever. He doesn't feel it leave. He never knows what he lost until the moment he reaches for something that used to be there — and finds only silence. He started with twelve. He used one without knowing it. Eleven remain. And somewhere in this burning world, there is a person he loves — he can feel it, that hollow ache, the shape of someone missing — but he cannot remember their face. Was it already taken? Or is it still there, waiting to be spent the next time the world asks too much of him? REWRITE is not a story about becoming powerful. It's a story about a man who can change everything — except the one thing that matters. And the question that will haunt every chapter, every battle, every choice: If you forget the person you love most — did you ever really love them at all? Eleven memories left. Choose carefully.

BEAUTIFUL DAMAGE A Dark College Romance She built herself out of survival. He built himself out of rage. Neither of them built themselves for this. Sera Hollins has never had the luxury of falling apart. After her father’s death left her family drowning in debt, survival became the only plan she could afford. Scholarships instead of dreams. Double shifts instead of freedom. At Eastwood University, she has one goal: keep her grades, keep her jobs, graduate, and escape the life that’s always been one step from breaking. Then she collides with Zade Calloway. Zade is everything she has spent her life avoiding,,rich, reckless, and dangerously untouchable. The campus playboy with a reputation built on charm, cruelty, and a trail of broken hearts. But behind the arrogance lies something darker: a boy shaped by grief, a ruthless father, and a life where caring was a weakness he learned to bury. Their first meeting should have been nothing more than a mistake,,a scratched car, a cracked phone, a courtyard full of witnesses. Instead, it becomes a war. Because Sera doesn’t back down. And Zade has never met anyone who refuses to. What begins as rivalry and tension slowly ignites into something far more dangerous,,an obsession neither of them planned for. As secrets surface and the pressure of their worlds begins to crack the walls they’ve built around themselves, they are forced to confront a terrifying truth: Being seen can be more dangerous than being hated. And loving someone might destroy them both. Beautiful Damage is a dark new adult college romance about obsession, survival, and two broken people discovering that the most dangerous thing in the world is letting someone close enough to see the damage.

Micro black holes called 'Hells' appeared all across the world, and consumed the human population at an alarming rate, but some of the people consumed come back, with powers, and a system to guide them. Follow Rowan Torrent, as he attempts to survive in a crumbling world 15 years after the Hells appeared

Being chosen by the Knights of God will grant you immortality! Blake (smirking): "Who are you trying to fool? Satan is already ashes!" Improving your strength can lead to a higher status! Blake (playing with his fingers in boredom): "I think my current status is pretty high. There's no need to raise it any further." Life and death battles increase your domineering strength! Blake (looking up in surprise): "What if he really dies?" The people at the bottom of this world are struggling painfully. Please work hard to change the world! Blake (with a puzzled look on his face): "What does their suffering have to do with me? What will I do if they change the world?" Yim is too strong to be defeated! Black (reassured): "But there's still Luffy. I'll fight him after he's done!" Why do you dare to participate in the battle between gods and demons? Blake (crooked mouth): "I! Have! Hang!" This is a Gou Dao Tianlong person, get out! Blake (struggling): "I don't accept it! Why can't the Celestial Dragons just hide?"

In a world fractured by spatial rifts, humanity managed to survive by taming the demons that emerged from those alien worlds. Lucifer, son of Scarlet Demon, the stronges demon huntress, has always lived a cushy and spoiled life. Haunted by an accident that left him confused and deprived of his childhood memories, he knows the fractures may hold the key to recover what he lost. Determined to claim back what he lost, Lucifer embarks on a journey across hostile, demon infested worlds in hopes of recovering what he lost. The deeper Lucifer goes, the more question arise: Where did the demons come from? What caused the fracture? In a world of endless danger and mystery, Lucifer's journey is just beginning.

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Both boys were marked, but which one was the prophecy referring to—Harry, or his twin? Abandoned to the Dursleys so his parents could focus on their saviour, the forgotten twin is out for revenge on all those who have wronged him, and with one of the most influential magical families supporting him, how could he fail?

Everyone gets a second chance. Kael Voss got a job application. In one day, he lost everything his career, his girlfriend, his home. With nothing left, he walked into a C-Rank dungeon expecting to disappear. Instead, the dungeon offered him a promotion. [DUNGEON ADMIN SYSTEM ACTIVATED] [Compatibility Score: 0.3%] [Candidate Accepted. You were our only option.] Now he manages 2,847 monsters, controls a dungeon that shouldn't exist, and somehow has to stop 6 S-Rank Hunters from destroying everything including him. He didn't ask for this job. But he's not getting fired again.

Gerhard Virex was born in 972.M41, on an Imperial Hive-world. He regains his memories of a past life in the same year that it was overrun by Orks under a Warboss using as much dakka as they could get their hands on. All alone and isolated, forced to fight against the now resident Orks for survival, Gerhard is unwilling to accept such a fate of constant war and sets out to advance on his own. Thanks to a special power, he became the Gamer, and thanks to that, Gerhard now has a real chance. Chaos and the Xenos better hurry, because the Gamer has entered the Grim Dark Future of the 41st Millennium and he is here to stay.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

[Warning: MATURED CONTENT 18+] Celeste Vechi has spent ten years living for one thing—revenge. After the Cosa Nostra slaughtered her family before her eyes, she infiltrates the powerful Giordano Mafia family under a false identity, determined to destroy them from the inside. But revenge becomes dangerous when she finds herself drawn to the one man she should hate the most—her husband’s psychotic brother. Dangerous. Unhinged. Ruthless. The man she should fear the most is the one who sees through every lie she tells. And the more she tries to avoid him… the more dangerous their attraction becomes. Because in the mafia world, betrayal is paid for in blood. And falling for the wrong man might cost her everything. Excerpts; “We can’t be doing this,” I warn, my breathing coming off more shallow than I’d like. My nerves spike, high on adrenaline, my half-lidded eyes darting around the darkened hallway in alert. “I’m your brother’s wife.” The claws of guilt have never gripped this tight. His silence is ominous. I fear it. His huge frame casts shadows over me, sinful lips leaving goosebumps behind with every trail on my skin. “That can be solved with just one bullet,” he croons, an icy threat lacing his words. Terror seizes my chest; my stomach drops with a sickening plop. Fear grips me as it clicks—he’s not bluffing. He’s capable of doing worse.

[Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 10 - 20 chapters] "What, I have received two SSS-Ranked skills? Tower, show me." [Skill Name: Divine Pervert Touch] [Skill Name: 10,000 Ways of Pleasure Manual] --- Kent was a handsome human male who, for some reason, couldn't get his d*ck to stand up, nor was he able to feel pleasure. He lived his entire life full of regret and hatred. Knowing his days wouldn't get any better as time passed by. He chose to become an adult movie director, where he got to see things up close and earn handsomely for his professionalism. (He couldn't get his dick up, so no weirdness on set...Lol) Then he was killed, and his soul was sucked into the realm of Hatred and Resentment. However, everything changed for him from there on. He received a Celestial Grade Inheritance Tower, which granted him access to an Overpower Harem System. He also received a godly body with a full 9-inch divine rod. But that wasn't for free... He was assigned a mission to kill the god of alchemy by the goddess of hatred and resentment. Of course, he must first make the goddess his first harem member as the requirement for his inheritance. After a whole year of sex and pleasure, he got his wish. Then, he was sent to start his journey as a cultivator with a haram system and two SSS-Ranked skills. With Women waiting for his rescue and a goddess who grants his every wish, Kent began his journey filled with love, lust, and bloodshed. A journey full of blood, pain, and Pleasure... ============ No NTR No Yuri ============ Join The Discord Server: https://discord.gg/wFptfB9Sgv

Kael Ardent dies on his bedroom floor at eighteen years old, just short of saving his family's future. When a god offers him a second chance in a parallel world, he doesn't ask questions. He negotiates. He's good at that, reading people, wearing masks, getting what he needs. It's how he survived a childhood that found his stillness threatening and learned to perform warmth so well that even he forgot what was underneath. The god gives him an eye that can read minds, a curse that requires love to survive, and a mission: secure the confession of the Unspoken Sovereign, ruler of the Abyssal Empire, and return home. The god doesn't mention that the world he's entering is rated Impossible. Or that someone has been hunting travelers like him for decades. Or that the curse will force him to chase love while punishing him for receiving it. Kael doesn't care. His father is waiting. His mother is staring at a calendar with crossed-out days she'll never understand. He'll do anything to get back to them. Anything. Heartbound will hurt you. It will make you care about people and then make them suffer. It will show you the worst the world can do with deaths that don't feel noble or meaningful or anything except wrong. Some bonds are made of blood. Some love costs everything. Some stories are worth the price. Welcome to Heartbound.

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."

Alistair Vance, armed with a Demonic Eye Ring fueled by depraved desire, targets the Radiance Nightclub for power. He intercepts Takaaki Anjō's plot to drug and exploit Kasumi Haruno, escalating to an intense, filmed sexual encounter. Alistair uses a mysterious power to subdue Takaaki and, after fucking Kasumi into submission, finds she's accidentally fallen for him, setting a twisted path forward. Tags：Ero-Manga Adaptation, Supernatural Harem, Sexual Blackmail, Power Progression, Villain Protagonist ------------- Support me and want to read more chapters: patreon.com/Briery When your weekly power status reaches 100 power stones, a new chapter will be updated.

SYNOPSIS: The story follows Reydem, a clandestine organization that seeks to rid the world of hostile cosmic entities — beings that, through curses, make humanity suffer. But Reydem is not seen as a heroic force. To the great kingdoms, they are rebels and heretics. Hunted by armies and mercenaries, Reydem must find a way to survive the relentless purges of powers like Rousth: a mighty, corrupt, and decadent empire where the ruling elite indulges in every kind of excess. To prevent Reydem from being wiped out, agent Amarantha takes on the most dangerous mission of her life: infiltrating the Palace of Rousth, the heart of aristocratic power, and sabotaging it from within. To do so, she enters under the identity of a “cloth maid.” In Rousth society, cloth maids are not considered human. They are treated as nameless objects — decorative furniture meant to stand silently in rooms, without rights, without a voice, and without any value beyond obedience. Amarantha must use that dehumanization as a weapon, listening to war plans and state secrets while the Sovereigns speak in front of her as if she doesn’t exist. But every day inside the palace has a price. Between abuse, forced silence, and protection that is never fully safe, Amarantha will learn that survival doesn’t always mean escaping intact. Holding onto her mind — and her identity — may become as difficult as completing the mission itself. This is a grim chronicle of espionage and endurance, where cosmic horror intertwines with political cruelty… and where resisting may demand a sacrifice greater than life itself. WARNINGS: This is a dark fantasy work and contains scenes of explicit violence, physical and psychological torture, dehumanization, and themes of abuse. Absolute reader discretion is advised. Adult audiences only (+18). GENRES: Dark Fantasy, Grimdark, Cosmic Fantasy, Political/Psychological Thriller, Suspense, Slow burn. AUTHOR’S NOTES: Path of Darkness and Light is a dark fantasy story centered on survival, espionage, and moral decay within corrupt systems. This story does not aim to glorify abuse or violence, but to portray a cruel world where characters are forced to make difficult choices in order to survive. If you are looking for light or heroic fantasy, this is not that kind of story.