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In a world stitched together by forgotten gods and shattered seals, Rayon walks as the embodiment of quiet chaos — emotionless, ruthless, yet unshakably aware. Once abandoned, now ascended, he threads through fate with the same precision he uses to end it. To him, morality is a cage for the weak; purpose is the only truth worth bleeding for. Bound to Erethon — the Primordial of Insanity, and wielding the Black Resonance, Rayon seeks not salvation, but understanding — of creation, of ruin, and of himself. Every seal he breaks reshapes the balance of existence, every breath he takes bends destiny closer to his will. He is neither hero nor villain — he simply is. The Black Primordial, The Monarch Of The Endless Abyss. The man whose silence screams louder than gods.

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”

The Beginning of The Beginnings by Simon Smolnik In the endless expanse of eternity, where multiple realms converge and the God decides on the very fabric of existence, there is born an outstanding tale. The Beginning of The Beginnings is not just a tale; it's an experience-born love for imagination, storytelling, and biblical scripture that takes readers deep into the breathtaking worlds of vibrant characters down to the ultimate struggle between good and evil. The Almighty God stands in the midst, and then Sarnel the Eternal Prince of Heaven, a figure whose presence radiates an aura of strength, authority, and grace. Then there is the company of the Seven Great Archangels, who are celestial beings who serve in roles so grand yet deeply personal. It is through epic battles, profound moments of vulnerability, and steadfast devotion that each one of them-Michael, Raphael, Uriel, and the rest-play their role in the unfolding narrative. This story was born from my desire to create something meaningful, something that could bring people closer to each other while also introducing them to the truths that I believe in. I have always loved the idea of crafting worlds from my imagination: worlds of wonder, beauty, and conflict. The Beginning of The Beginnings truly reflects that passion: a mixture of grand cosmic battles, intricate characters, and amazing settings. Growing up in Poland and living in the UK for almost five years surrounded me with the beauty of different cultures, environments, and ways of life. These experiences shaped my view of this world and inspired me to channel that sense of wonder into the stories I write. I hope this reimagining of biblical figures such as Michael or Gabriel can show their stories in a new light, deeply rooted in scripture with creative expression. I love writing epic fights that echo across heaven, creating this huge and expansive cosmology to connect every layer of existence from the Throne of God down into the darkest depths of Hell. But this is not a novel of mere battles and world-building. It's about the relationships between these beings: the struggles, the triumphs, and the unwavering sense of purpose that they have. It's about exploring what it means to be part of something greater than oneself, to stand firm in the face of unimaginable challenges, and to fight for what's right-even when the odds are against you. The Beginning of The Beginnings is my means of sharing this wonder with any who would consider such tales and mortals who genuinely love epic tales, faith, and creativity. I thus hope that this book will allow people to see beauty in these realms and feel the inspiration that strength and love bind them together. This is just the beginning of a larger vision I have, and I can’t wait to share this journey with you. If you want to support me or see more things I'm working on. These are links for Exclusive Content like leaks and early access to future chapters that I will release here: Patreon: https://patreon.com/SimonSmolnik?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

After his "final dance" ends in a stalemate against Gaara, Kimimaro Kaguya is delivered to Konoha as a thanks and peace offering from the Sand for their attack. Stabilized by Tsunade’s medical expertise and shackled by the Leaf’s security, the Kaguya heir finds himself in a psychological deadlock. To the Hidden Leaf, he is a goldmine of intelligence on Orochimaru’s forbidden rituals and hideouts; to Kimimaro, he is a tool waiting for his master’s hand to reach for him once more. To stay alive... to stay useful... he begins a dangerous game of calculated cooperation all while maintaining his fanatical devotion to his god and wanting to finally become Orochimaru's vessel- The greatest honor for him. ~~ Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don't claim ownership or credit for any pre-existing characters or content associated with the original Naruto or Boruto franchise. All rights belong to the original creators.

Alternative Tittle: The Second Male Lead’s POV (in an Otome World) ────────────────────────── Starting a forbidden relationship with the duke’s daughter was the most reckless thing Lucian had ever done in his life. Up until now, his only risks were hunting rare saplings from dangerous places. Now, he was breaking the nobles’ rules. And it backfired, horribly. Not once, not twice, not thrice but multiple times. He almost died once, lost a few friends, fled his homeland, and then almost died again, but here he was, not really learning. "So dumb," the devil voice in his head whispered in disdain, "How more idiotic can you get?" "As far as idiocy goes deep," Lucian answered, accepting the new path of his life, "And it goes deep. And wide." Goal: get wealthy and powerful enough to afford more idiocy Current arsenal: blood, sweat, tears, and pure wits Start point: gardener End point: unknown ────────────────────────── THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BEGIN AS YANDERE, BUT THEY WILL SLOWLY FALL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE AS THE STORY PROGRESSES. REMEMBER, THEY ARE PEOPLE FIRST, STEREOTYPES SECOND. TAGS: #twistedMC #manipulativeMC #YANDERExYANDERE #NO-NTR #loyalMC #loyalFL #insaneFL #evilFL #forbidden-love #you-can't-f‎ix-her-FL #NO-SYSTEM #pirates #secret-organization-building #territorymanagement #obsessive-love #comedy #conspiracy #businessman #moneymaking #mystery #Adult #Mature #extra TRIGGER WARNINGS: ROMANCE, Lovers to Enemies to ???, toxic love, conscious grooming, unreliable narration, trauma, self-aware hypocrisy, narcissism, superior complex, emotional manipulation, abuse DISCORD: https://discord.gg/Daw9W7qm

She was his obsession; he was her greatest downfall. In a twisted game of love, power, and betrayal, can they survive the fire they started?

She knew the exact night he would die. And she watched it happen. When Zayden Cross rises again after making a forbidden contract with an ancient entity, he believes he has gained power over death itself. He’s wrong. Because in a world ruled by blood-bound deals and unseen forces… contracts are never meant to be broken. Except— Aria Nocturne exists. A girl who walks in shadows, untouched by fear, carrying a secret powerful enough to shatter the very laws that bind demons and humans alike. She doesn’t save him. She doesn’t fear him. She chooses him. As hunters close in and darkness tightens its grip, Zayden must decide— remain a puppet of the devil… or trust the one person who can destroy him completely. Because in this game of contracts and fate— the most dangerous thing isn’t power. It’s her.

Synopsis: The Bastion of the Twelve (The Final Descent) ​The Bastion of the Twelve is a metaphysical epic tracing the journey of Haoran and Yuxiao as they lead a sanctuary of outcasts through the Forbidden Deep. The Archive, a divine machine of absolute order, treats their existence as a "narrative error" that must be corrected through total erasure. ​The heart of the story lies in the sanctuary’s Metallurgical Metamorphosis, where the city’s physical shell transforms through periodic elements to counter divine protocols. From the Tellurium Logic-Engines to the Thorium Nuclear Hearts, each transformation is a desperate attempt to stay written on the page of existence. ​The Tragedy of the Twin-Logic ​The core conflict is not just between the sanctuary and the Archive, but within the "Lattice of Will" that binds Haoran and Yuxiao. To protect the refugees, they must merge their souls into the city’s core, becoming the very syntax that holds the world together. However, the Archive’s final protocol—the Absolute Paradox—is designed to turn the two pillars of the sanctuary against one another. ​The Climax: The 5,000th Gate ​As the sanctuary reaches the final threshold of the 5,000th chapter, the Archive forces a "Resolution." The divine logic dictates that for the refugees to transition into a new, safe universe, the "Authors" of the rebellion—Haoran and Yuxiao—must be purged to balance the cosmic scales. ​The story concludes in a devastating Zero-Sum Strike: ​The Final Betrayal: Under the weight of the Archive’s corruption, the two protagonists are forced into a terminal duel. Their powers, which once resonated in perfect harmony, become polar opposites—one of absolute density and the other of absolute void. ​The Mutual Sacrifice: Realizing that the only way to break the Archive’s cycle is to leave the narrative entirely, they choose to kill each other simultaneously. By dying at each other’s hands, they create a "Logical Void" that the Creator God cannot fill. ​The Legacy: Their blood fuels the final transformation of the sanctuary into a Trans-Finite Realm, a world without a master. The refugees survive, but the book closes on the image of Haoran and Yuxiao’s armor drifting in the deep, locked in a final, lethal embrace. ​The book ends not with a victory, but with a Final Punctuation—the protagonists become the martyrs of their own story, ensuring that while they perish, their words remain unerasable.

Synopsis. Two Brothers. Two Lycan Princes. One dragon Princess. One brother holds her like she's breakable. The other fucks her like she is not. They have the same face. And She has no idea which one she's falling for. ** Tilly Ann Winchester was supposed to hate Chase Dubois at first sight. He was the "Whore of Troita." A rake. A demon spawn who made her ladies' maids lick his boots when they were ten. She's hated him for eight years. She's good at hating him. Then the engagement is announced. And Chase arrives at her castle. But he's not what she remembers. Some days he's in a wheelchair—quiet, hollow, exhausted. He holds her during panic attacks. He calls her Love. He makes her believe in tenderness. Other days he's on his feet—cocky, hungry, devastating. He pins her against walls, finger-fucks her in storerooms, makes her scream his name where anyone could hear. She tells herself she hates both versions of him. But her body doesn't care. Her heart doesn't care. And when she discovers she's pregnant—with twins—the truth finally shatters everything. There are two of them. Identical twins. One broken, one cruel. One who loves her quietly, one who burns for her loudly. And both have been lying to her face since the day they met. Now Tilly must decide: Which brother stole her heart? And which one will she choose to keep? Because the man she's falling for isn't her fiancé. He's the one who was never supposed to touch her at all. --- This is a steamy, twist-filled romantasy for readers who love enemies to lovers, mistaken identity, and falling for the wrong twin.

I stayed up all night watching the old show "Castle," and when I woke up, I found myself transformed into the main character, Richard Castle. Well, thank goodness, even though my mom is unreliable and my daughter looks down on me every day, and the cheat I got from transmigrating isn't very proper, at least I can use my knowledge of the plot to pursue the beautiful detective. That's good news! But, who on earth is this 'John' calling me, saying his dog was killed and his car was stolen? Did I end up in a different show? What should I do? Waiting online... I'm not just a little flustered, I'm very flustered... [Raw: 美剧里的作家]

When life gives you mysterious potions… chug first, ask questions never. Blaine was having a perfectly normal day—until he wasn’t. One blink later, he’s transmigrated into the twisted world of Lord of the Mysteries, where logic takes a vacation and secrets have teeth. Before he can say, “Where’s my system?” he accidentally downs a potion and wakes up as a full-time Secrets Suppliant (comes with free headaches, divine side-eye, and a 90% risk of insanity). Now he’s stuck juggling cryptic gods and overly dramatic cults. But hey, someone’s gotta slay the True Creator and crush the Aurora Order. --- What to expect - Strong Mc But not OP(later on) - hates the aurora order - cool powers - 2 days per day minimum Join us here: https://discord.gg/Gut3w8xgC9 If you can’t, no worries at all — I’m just happy you’re here!

If one looked into a mirror, they'd find their reflection staring right back at them. But that wasn't the case for Damon. He woke up one night, only to find another face staring back at him. But that wasn't the worst case. The worst case was finding out you got transmigrated in a trashy third rate novel. Oh, and not to mention, the even trashier body he got transmigrated into. And a reminder, the world was doomed for destruction come a few years. What could possibly go wrong? Right?! ====== "It's like I was the one actually living it. I felt like I was Damon myself." "But that's not possible." "I am not Damon, I am...." "Wait... who am I?" –Damon.

In the quiet village of Hougwe, a young orphan named Edward grows up never knowing who his parents were. The only clue to his past is a sword-shaped pendant and a mysterious promise that one day, someone would return to claim him. On his tenth birthday, Edward joins the sacred Mana Awakening Ceremony, a tradition where every child receives the energy that will shape their future. But Edward’s destiny turns out to be far from ordinary. Hidden within the pendant lies a forgotten legacy: an ancient blade that once shook the continent, and a lineage erased from history. Edward’s path will lead him into a world of magic, battles, and the dark secrets of kingdoms that thrive on lies. From a nameless orphan… To the heir of a power capable of shaking the world. But is he truly ready to bear the weight of being the Child of the Forgotten Sword?

Mankind prospered in the modern age, but one day, everything changed. Mana descended onto the world, making a permanent change to society. Alongside it was also the appearance of monsters invading the world from the sky and from below. Gods pitied mankind and bestowed divine bloodlines, creating superhuman people called the Supernals who can fend off the invaders. But not everyone who became a Supernal is suited for the role. Those people are pariahs that don't belong anywhere, especially when there are quotas for each divine bloodline. In a world where society revolves around those with divine bloodlines, Kai is a Supernal with the lowest talent. He doesn't fit with normal people and is too ordinary to mingle with Supernals. He was ostracized for hogging a slot in a divine legacy, and his only family suffered for it. But Kai isn't weak. It's just that nothing could properly check his bloodline. [Primordial Bloodline awakened] [Patron God: Goddess of the Primordial Night] Now, with the bloodline of the final night inside him, he will bring terror to those who wronged him. However, there's one big problem that he hadn't realized. -- Bonus Chapters will depend on your votes: Power stones, golden tickets, gifts, or even comments and reviews if the mood is great! 100 Power Stones: 1 extra chapter! (Delivered every Monday) 50 Golden Tickets: 1 extra chapter! 100 Golden Tickets: 3 extra chapters! 250 Golden Tickets: 5 extra chapters! (Delivered at the start of a new month) A Castle: 1 extra chapter! A Spacecraft: 3 extra chapters! A Gachapon: 5 extra chapters! -- I do not own the cover of the book; if you made it and want to take it down, just say so, and I will immediately change it.

Beneath the bandages, a storm is brewing. In a city of secrets and a life of cages, who is the prisoner, and who is the puppeteer? Every memory is a potential lie, and every heartbeat is a countdown

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{MATURE. DARK ROMANCE, MAFIA, YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT IN MAFIA! BLOOD, GORE, ASSUALT. THE ROMANCE ISN'T DARK BUT THE THEME IS DARK. BE WARNED!} His hand pressed flat against the door before I could pull it open, and the warmth of him at my back made every nerve in my body go completely still. "You are the mother of my child and you belong to me," he murmured against my ear, his voice so quiet that made me shiver, "and every breath you take on this island exists because I allow it." His hand moved from the door to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his with a gentleness that made me gulp. "So tell me, my beautiful wife — where exactly do you think you're going?" I had no answer and a knowing smile pulled on his lips. *** Elsie Miller’s simple life unravels the moment she discovers she is pregnant with no memory of how it happened. In a small town where reputation is worth more than truth, her parents choose to erase the scandal the only way they know how—by selling her to a man old enough to be her grandfather to settle a crushing debt she never knew they had. She had accepted her fate and was ready to endure the wedding, but before the vows could be spoken, the church doors burst open and Salvatore Vitale—the most feared Mafia Lord in the underworld, known only as The Saint—strode in, put a bullet in her groom’s head without breaking his stride, and told the priest to continue the ceremony. Then his dark eyes found hers across the blood-soaked aisle, and he spoke the words that rewrote her entire future. "I’ve been searching for you. Mother of my child." Taken to Salvatore’s private island, Elsie is thrust into a brutal empire built on blood oaths and ruthless power. To his enemies, The Saint is a whispered legend. To his empire, he is untouchable. But to Elsie, he is the stranger tied to a night she cannot remember, the father of her unborn child, and the dangerously possessive man who has claimed her as his own. Surrounded by those who see her as unworthy and a discarded fiancée who will stop at nothing to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, Elsie quickly learns that mercy does not exist in Salvatore’s world. Power is law, loyalty is enforced, and weakness is hunted without hesitation. force marriage Possessive mmc Captivity Pregnancy

Twenty-one-year-old Ryder Callahan is a misunderstood high school dropout with a reputation for being a delinquent. Getting suspended countless times from high school and, in the end, just dropping out. The only things that seem to interest him are smoking and knitting, a hobby he picked up from his late grandmother. Despite his rough outer shell, Ryder is loyal to his family and helpful around the house (when he isn't high), qualities that his mother loves and the only reason his parents haven't kicked him out yet. One day, Ryder finds himself in a situation where, while indulging in his usual routine of smoking and knitting in a secluded corner of a park near his house, he sees a brutal altercation between rival gangs that leaves him confused as fuck. Little does he know, his presence didn’t go unnoticed. Dominic Caruso, the notorious mafia boss known for his ruthless killings and feared reputation, catches wind of Ryder's witness to the crime. Initially angered by the potential threat to his whole way of life, Dom's curiosity is piqued when he learns more about the young man. Despite the empire he has built himself into, Dom is intrigued by Ryder’s indifference to the danger he's stumbled upon and his unconventional hobbies, and he can't get enough. He wants him. He needs him. And he's going to get him one way or another. This is I can't move on by yours, truly.

Warhammer: My Primarch Is Remi

For ten years, Gwen Harlow suppressed her forbidden Witch-Wolf magic to be the perfect Luna for Lucien Blackfang. Her reward? A silver dagger to the heart, twisted by the very man she lived for—all to make room for her treacherous sister, Sienna. But death was not the end. Granted a second chance by the Moon Goddess, Gwen wakes up ten years in the past, on the day of her joining ceremony. This time, she won't kneel to the man who killed her. Instead, she walks past a stunned Lucien and chooses Kaelen, the ‘Cursed Alpha’ feared by the entire world. Lucien thought he was discarding a burden, never realizing that Gwen’s secret magic was the only thing keeping him alive. Now, as Lucien begins to rot without his silent protector, Gwen rises as a sovereign of shadows, ready to burn his empire to the ground. "Once, I died for you. Now, I live for your ruin."