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Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, the scent slammed into Prince Dexmon like a charging bull. A primal urge to mate with her followed, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence. His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not. It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold back. Meanwhile, she stood there, calm, oblivious to him coming apart at the seams. The Moon Goddess, it seemed, truly had a twisted sense of humor. ✦✦✦ Chained in silver and hunted, Serena collapses into the arms of the Alpha Prince of Drakenfell. Mine. Mate. But a year in silver chains left her wolf silent. She has no idea what she is to him. He is betrothed to the daughter of the man who kept her in chains. So he stays silent and watches her become the most dangerous temptation in the realm. They think she is an omega runt he dragged home out of pity. That she needs protection. She is neither. "Your concern is noted. Unnecessary. Polite, though." Dragons bow to her. A mark burns on her arm. Ancient power answers her call. Oh, and she's the woman his soul has reached for across lifetimes. But he isn't the only one obsessed. When another tries to claim her, Dexmon’s restraint snaps. Fighting over her is one thing. Hunting her is another. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. The same dark forces that destroyed her pack rise again, and Serena refuses to let history repeat. Not in this life. ✦✦✦ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubious consent, abuse, smut, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised. Tags: love triangle, spicy, war, royal family, betrayal, matebond, shifter, queen, underestimated, hidden powers

Clayton lost his entire family by the King’s Guard when his magical abilities were mistaken for Necromancy. Surviving only by pure luck, he spent the next four decades in seclusion as a Monk of Thaleena, repressing his rage. One day, when a group of so-called ‘Heroes’ attacked him, and the secluded Chapel he prayed in, his life changed forever. That day, an odd voice popped up in his head, calling itself the 3x Cloning System, and it didn’t only help him survive, it paved his path towards vengeance, and the very end of Mankind itself! The Heroes that the population praised and idolised, were destined to be his puppets of destruction! “When the Gods mourn the Fall of Man, let them know that all I wanted in life was to be left alone! If that doesn’t buy me a spot in Paradise, let the Gods know that I’m coming for them next!” ... ~ Be sure to check out my other novels in my author profile. I don’t drop my work, and will end each novel at around 1,500 chapters. ~

Originally from the slums, Adam was chosen as a candidate for an experiment to ignite the Spark - an entity that gives superpowers. However, he failed and was thrown into the Dead Lands - the place the world became after the fall of the Last Star, beginning a new era for mankind, dangerous and unexpected. He faced against monsters and dangerous anomalies, sometimes creating artifacts - the miracle of this world. Killing his first monster in deadly combat, Adam became a Phantom - one who could evolve, endlessly moving toward power. Follow Adam on his journey, from fighting monsters and exploring Dead Lands to endless evolution!

Sequel to Vessels of Ruin- Book 1: The First Seal

NOTE : Check out the auxiliary volumes for the world building and lore ..... A thousand years have passed since the Variants first appeared from the Rifts. God answered the prayers of the human race and gave them a chance to fight back. He bestowed special marks called crests upon twelve who were worthy, granting them unfathomable power to fend off the wave of attacks. Well… that's what the church wants us to think. Man, being man, found a way. And in the present day, large numbers of the population have crests, and those that don't are treated as second-rate. This was the case with Marcus, who spent most of his life doing odd jobs—until one of those jobs led to his demise. At the hands of whom?? The son of a major crest-bearing house. Marcus is reincarnated into the body of his killer and soon finds that despite being from a major house, the boy did not have a crest. At least, not one that was bestowed upon him by God.

Raziel died a saint, slaughtered in his own cathedral the moment a Player fell from the sky, labeled his world a "Server," and reduced him to nothing more than a prologue NPC. His final act of faith didn’t stop the massacre... but it did shatter the rules of the Game. [ITEM USED: RESURRECTION TOKEN] [INITIATING REGRESSION PROTOCOL…] [SAVE POINT FOUND: 4 YEARS BEFORE THE PLAYER ARRIVAL] Raziel wakes up in his fifteen-year-old body, memories fragmented, but with one absolute certainty: the Game Over is inevitable. To the Church, he remains the perfect novice; to the Player, he is just another NPC. But this time, he will wield his faith like a heretical System: recruiting the future sacrificial lambs, twisting miracles into weapons, and becoming the Hidden Boss of the very world that once discarded him. If this world sees him as mere filler... Raziel will turn his faith into the heresy that crashes the Server. Release Rate: 4 guaranteed daily chapters. Support Goals: 90 Power Stones in a week = +1 Bonus Chapter on Sunday. 1 Golden Ticket in a month = +2 Bonus Chapters the following weekend. NO YURI / NO YAOI / NO HAREM / NO NTR "This story features a fictional religion inspired by real-world theological traditions. All religious institutions, doctrines, and practices depicted are entirely fictional. No disrespect to any real religion or its followers is intended."

[WARNING: RAPE, TORTURE, MURDER, MATURE CONTENT 18+] In the shimmering light of what was supposed to be her dream wedding, Hazel's life descends into a nightmare she could never have foreseen. As the celebration unfolds, the joyous occasion swiftly transforms into a horrifying bloodbath, leaving Hazel to wonder if anyone has survived. The man she was meant to marry, her childhood lover... Was he still alive or not? But the nightmare was far from over. Captured by a ruthless and deranged man who reigned as the king of the underground mafia, Hazel's life took a dark and harrowing turn. Forced into his bed in a state of vulnerability and despair, Hazel faced a horror she had never imagined on what should have been the happiest day of her life. But her body bears the scars of unspeakable cruelty; her innocence is forever stolen. Her secret mission, the path she embarked on with purpose, has now spiraled into a dark and perilous mission for survival. ** “You have no right to treat me in this way.” Francisco, a man with a darkness that matched the shadows of his empire, gritted his teeth and issued a chilling warning, "I can be more cruel to you, detective." ‘I am not weak; just remember it, Francisco. I am not afraid of you…’

Naiya Hollingsworth was sent to Switzerland to forget him. A boarding school in the Alps. Rules disguised as opportunity. Distance framed as safety. Her father called it protection. Naiya calls it exile. Aras Atalyas ran to the United States to escape the only thing he couldn’t control—himself. A prince with bruised knuckles and a reputation he can’t outrun, raised by a father who treats loyalty like debt and love like weakness. Years later, he returns to Europe, determined to keep Naiya away from his darkness. But the past doesn’t stay buried. A chance encounter in a restaurant turns into a war of words—sharp, intimate, devastating. When the night spills into a luxury hotel room, the line they swore would never blur finally breaks. And Aras does what he always does when he feels too much: he leaves. A month later, Naiya searches for him across Europe—only to find him at the center of his empire in France, escorting a stunning, ruthless woman through a gala like she belongs there. “My fiancée. Nalie,” he announces. Nalie is in love with him. She doesn’t know Naiya. And she will not share. In Switzerland and France, secrets become weapons, power becomes romance, and love becomes a battlefield. When two people are forced apart by men who fear what they could be together, the reunion is never gentle.

Adolf Hitler died choking on the ashes of his Reich… only to awaken in a world of magic, monsters, and weak-willed kings. Reborn in a land untouched by blitzkrieg or bullets, he finds no swastikas, no iron crosses — only empires ripe for conquest and sorcerers too soft to rule. Stripped of title but not of hatred, he begins again. Not as a man. As a force. With steel in his hands, fire in his veins, and poison in his words, he sets out to build an empire of blood — one bullet, one spell, one corpse at a time. There is no redemption. There is no remorse. Only war. Content Warning: This story contains depictions of fascist ideology, war crimes, and morally reprehensible behavior from an unapologetically evil protagonist. It does not glorify these beliefs — it explores their horror through fiction and philosophical conflict. If you’re uncomfortable with dark historical themes or villain-centered narratives, this story is not for you.

Itsuki Shimizu, a young Japanese man who tragically lost his life, is given a second chance to live—as Danir Granger—in the magical world of Aetheria. A world reminiscent of his home on Earth, yet brimming with supernatural forces and mystical powers. Danir starts from the very bottom, struggling to grow strong enough to make a difference in a world that demands power for survival. But the challenges of Aetheria extend far beyond personal growth. Political domination, racial prejudice, greed, and deep-seated hatred hide behind the facades of kingdoms and the hearts of men, while dark forces loom in the shadows. He soon learns that strength alone does not guarantee safety or justice. Monsters, corrupt rulers, and morally ambiguous figures will test him at every turn, forcing him to adapt, survive, and grow stronger if he hopes to leave his mark on this dangerous world. Together with his dependable brothers, he worked to overcome challenges, even though they sometimes followed their own selfish paths.

After living a short twenty-odd years in his previous life, Lin Xiao regained consciousness and found himself reincarnated as an infant in the Douluo Continent. He initially thought he could start a new life in this other world, but an unexpected turn of events led him to be taken into the Holy Spirit Cult. Walking through the dim corridors, surrounded by the sounds of wailing and the lingering stench of blood in the air, Lin Xiao realized that no matter how much time passed, he could never fully belong here. Yet, with his martial soul, where else in the world could he find a place to call home?

Xu Zihuang, son of a prince of the Sun Moon Empire, was exiled overseas to eke out a pitiful existence after a coup shook the imperial palace. It was then that he awakened the memories of his past life. Amidst despair, a sliver of hope remained. His father’s loyal subordinates risked their lives to rescue him, allowing him to escape from certain death. In secret, he began to gather strength, advancing step by step, plotting to seize the throne of the Sun Moon Empire. He would reign supreme, unify the continent, and make all beings bow before him—whether human or soul beast—becoming the sole sovereign of the land. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 40 early chapters available on Patreon: [email protected]/facficmax10

Everyone mourned the decorated police officer who died in a failed raid against the underworld. Everyone—except his younger brother. To the world, Yuren is just an innocent college boy with soft smiles and gentle eyes, quietly dating the city’s most untouchable man: Kairav Voss, the billionaire CEO rumored to freeze rooms with a glance. A man the media calls The Cold King. A man the underworld knows as its silent executioner. What no one knows is that Yuren stepped into Kairav’s arms with a single purpose: revenge. His brother didn’t die in a mission. He was executed. As Yuren sinks deeper into Kairav’s glass-and-blood empire, mafia partners begin to die—one by one—each death cleaner, quieter, more impossible than the last. No witnesses. No suspects. Only whispers of a ghost moving through the underworld. All the while, Kairav’s heart—long believed to be incapable of love—melts for the boy who feels like salvation. But obsession twists both ways. Kairav doesn’t see the monster growing beside him. Yuren doesn’t expect to fall so deeply into the arms of the very man he plans to destroy. Love turns into possession. Trust becomes a weapon. And the truth—when it finally surfaces—shatters everything they believe. Because the real villain was never hiding in the shadows. He was smiling sweetly in lecture halls. Sleeping beside the king of the underworld. Kissing him like a promise. In the final, unforgivable twist, the truth is revealed: the hand that killed the police officer… belongs to the one Kairav loves most. And for love—true, obsessive, ruinous love— the Cold King dies by his boyfriend’s hand. A story of betrayal disguised as devotion, of innocence that masks annihilation, and of a love so absolute it chooses destruction over mercy. Some hearts don’t break. They burn the world instead.

The Prequel to the genre-defying MetaHumanCosmicHorror novel that shattered reality "Static Bride". Before Emily became Emily PRIME, she was just an orphan in the city of Leonore. On Prime Day, she is selected by the ENGINE amongst 99 other candidates to undertake a pilgrimage for godhood. Become the PRIME or die. A unique fresh spin on cosmic horror mixing meta elements and YA romance.

"Ahh, my research was successful!" Salazar Slytherin was resurrected a thousand years after his burial. After waking up, with a body of a little wizard, he returned to Hogwarts anonymously, and then he was shocked to discover: In ancient times, some families who indulged in lust with Muggles or simply being Muggle-born claimed to be pure-blood families. The lunatic who appeared as his descendant became the dark lord that people talked about, using his own banner to promote extreme ideas. "Where are the records of all the powerful curses and charms?" "While all kinds of magic spells have become fancy, the bodies of wizards are extremely weak, even the descendants of Gryffindor are no exception." #Relaxing #SliceofLife ○( ＾皿＾)っSupport and read 12 Chapters ahead of here at- Patreon.com/HornyFBI ________ Author/Editor: This is a new take on Slytherin like someone would feel after suddenly going to the future as he lived in ancient times. A different kind of HP Fanfic. Some parts of the story can be different from the book. There will also be some butterfly effects. Thank you for reading! _________ Original MTL name: ANCIENT WIZARDS RETURN TO HOGWARTS

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● My tears fell in silence, without even daring to sob… until his tall shadow fell across the threshold. He stepped inside. Slowly. Heavily. His eyes… locked onto mine. The same eyes people said carried the scent of blood, burdened with a dark and haunted past. I was afraid of him… everyone was afraid of him. And yet, I was certain that behind that predatory gaze, another truth existed. His fingers, trembling with hesitation, reached for my face. His touch was so gentle that it was hard to believe those same hands had once clenched the cold hilt of a Jiàn (剑), [a double-edged Chinese sword]. He stared into my eyes… but he did not see me. I could sense it. His gaze passed straight through me. With longing, he pulled me against his chest, as though he wished to chain my soul to his own. That was when I heard it; the fierce, thunderous beat of his heart beside my ear. My fear dissolved. I was calm. I clutched at his clothes and found stillness in the chill of his embrace... yes, in the arms of the devil! He carried secrets too heavy for the earth to bury, and perhaps some men are better left forgotten!

Lyra Winters is possessed. A half spirit trapped in a mysterious locket, that belongs to the most powerful Witch known to the mankind and now Lyra possesses half of the Witch's magical power. And the half spirit is filled with the feelings of vengeance—vengeance towards the very man she is attracted to or rather his pack of werewolves. Can Lyra protect the man she loves and his pack or she will loose herself to the possession? Cyrus Grayson and his entire pack is haunted by an age old curse. A curse to never have a forever with their fated mate. A curse that has been challenging the moon goddess herself for thousands of years. And a witch casted it. And the Witch is back again, and this time she has possessed the only girl Cyrus has been madly in love with since the very first time he saw her. Will he save his love or will be killed by the very girl he is trying to protect? ------- WARNING This story is intended for mature readers. It contains dark themes, intense emotional conflict, violence, betrayal, intimacy and supernatural elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering to some audiences. Read it at your own risk.

"All life is, is just chasing after the wind." Azrael, a pampered young master born into unmeasured wealth, never knew hunger, labor, or want. Silk clothed him. Feasts awaited him. Nothing in the nation lay beyond his family’s reach. And so, with nothing left to pursue, his mind turned to higher purpose. He sought it among distant villages and foreign kingdoms. When men failed him, he turned to extremes: the highest mountains, the cruel seas, the shifting deserts, the silent forests. Everywhere, the world answered with silence. The hole he dug to find answers gave him only one: Nothing is worthy of lifelong pursuit. Thus, the hole became his grave. So, on his 20th birthday, he took a knife, knowing what he must do to end his misery. Things happened, a bush burst into fire. (Dumbed down because spoilers) He screamed, "Who is there? Who are you?" And the bush said, "I AM."