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Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household. But Sexton is no place for a human. Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold. Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses.  Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her. And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting. And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all. ——————— The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

“Heaven fears faith. Hell fears will. Existence fears Sadhana.” Ashan should have died. Instead, he wakes in a world that counts his sins. Here, Sadhana is not cultivation for power—it is judgment. A brutal path where every choice leaves weight behind, where souls are currency, and where survival itself is a crime recorded in an unseen ledger. Before he is allowed to live, Ashan is forced to face his past—through trials that strip away excuses, mercy, and lies. Those who break are erased. Those who endure move forward, carrying their guilt like chains. There are no chosen heroes. No divine systems. No second chances. Only consequence. To survive, Ashan must accept the sins that define him—and decide whether he will be crushed beneath them… or use them to carve a path that defies fate, gods, and the darkness growing inside his own heart. This is not a story about redemption. It is a story about what it costs to keep living. Author’s Note This story features an original cultivation framework called Sadhana, inspired by mythic and philosophical concepts rather than standard Xianxia tropes. Expect psychological trials, moral consequence, and a progression system rooted in endurance—not wish fulfillment Update Schedule New chapters every Wednesday & Saturday 9:00 PM (IST) Note: ROI is currently serializing on Royal Road, Tapas, and Patreon under the pen name A.S. Storyteller. Content Warning: This story contains strong language, profanity, and adult themes, including violence, psychological trauma, and moral ambiguity. Reader discretion is advised. Author Note – Important This novel is an original work written and owned by A.S. Storyteller (also known as ANURAG_SAHARAN). All rights are reserved by the author. Unauthorized copying, re-uploading, translation, or adaptation of this content without permission is strictly prohibited and will be acted upon under international copyright and DMCA law. If you wish to read ahead or support the series: - Patreon / Early Access: https://www.patreon.com/cw/A_S_Storyteller I appreciate genuine readers who support original authors. Thank you for respecting creative work and being part of this journey. — A.S. Storyteller / ANURAG_SAHARAN

The "Chosen One" tried to debate ethics with the Final Boss. The result? Humanity was wiped out. I was the F-Rank porter who watched it happen. Then, I woke up twenty years in the past; ten minutes before the apocalypse began. I looked at the naive young Hero standing next to me. I didn't join his party. I stabbed him in the throat. [System: You have killed the Protagonist.] [Reward: SSS-Rank Trait "The Usurper" Acquired.] [Passive: Absolute 100% Drop Rate.] Now, the destiny of the world is mine. I don't grind. I take. Touch a Grand Mage? Skill Copied. Kill a Dragon? Talents Absorbed. Save the Princess? Only if she can afford the subscription fee. While the world panics, I’m fusing prohibited skills and privatizing the dungeons. I’m not here to save the world. I’m here to loot it. [Add to Library to join the harvest.] ———————————————————— A chapter per day at 9 pm Singaporean time with 1.5k minimum word count per chapter.

A Dark comedic action Novel where the Protagonist is a superhero who knows he is inside a novel trying to survive in a world where being a superhero means a death sentence

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. The First part of Novel "She Ruled Until She Became Mine" https://www.webnovel.com/book/34583507808506505?utm_identity=author&utm_entry=inkstone&utm_guid=4504932728&utm_platform=cl And Second part of Novel "Fate Broke Us Through Love"

Love. Betrayal. Power. In a society where anime fans are hunted, Akuma’s bloody oath will test the limits of humanity—and his own soul

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- https://discord.gg/jNtu38eAnM]

The legendary Field Marshal Ferdinand, the Iron Guardian and embodiment of valor, believed his tale ended when he sacrificed himself to repel the final calamity and protect humanity’s last spark of hope. He was no chosen champion of fate — only a man who struck harder and endured longer than anyone else, carrying the burden of the Garden of Eve on his shoulders. "With this... my duty has finally come to an end. O World, my final salutations to you." Yet fate defied him. Instead of death, Ferdinand awakens in the fragile body of a young boy named Kurian. At first, he longs to take life slowly, to savor this second chance in peace. Yet, even when this new world seemed calm, harsh truths came crashing down to remind him that Solaris III is no paradise. Ravaged by the great catastrophe known as The Lament, its laws of nature are fractured, spawning anomalies and granting many the powers of Resonators. But Ferdinand is no Resonator. Though stripped of power, he does not waver. For he has never been a stranger to struggle. If survival demands it, he will once again strike harder, endure longer, and fight more fiercely than anyone else. Because he is not a beginner to this concept. Now bearing the mantle of a mercenary rather than the soldier he once was, Kurian — the Iron Hound — unsheathes his weapon, ready to face the chaos. "Those who rise in the hour of battle, wielding courage over fear, are truly mighty."

The Emperor of Mankind: “I am not a god.” Lorgar: “Of course, my lord. You are merely… divine.” Erebus: smiling far too much When the Imperial Truth was proclaimed and enforced, the most widespread symbol of devotion became the Golden Throne icon, officially declared “purely inspirational” and absolutely not religious. Perturabo wages war not for love or glory, but to prove—once and for all—that his genius was never appreciated. Konrad Curze, fully aware of his sanity and damnation, chooses terror and death because the future has already judged him guilty. Magnus the Red sacrifices his eye for knowledge—and later sacrifices everything else trying to undo that choice. Roboute Guilliman watches the Imperium twist his rational ideals into dogma, his legacy buried beneath prayers, relics, and bureaucratic rot. Angron does not “wear” the Butcher’s Nails. The Nails wear him. The Emperor looks upon the Primarchs and says, “I created you to save humanity.” Then, without hesitation, he unleashes his psychic might—casting Erebus and Lorgar down in chains, spinning helplessly in the consequences of their own faith. This chronicle is also known as: “The Imperial Truth (Briefly)” “How Not to Raise Demigods” “Erebus Ruins Everything” “The Word Bearers are converting worlds again!” “The Emperor is silent!” “Erebus must die!” Author: Baltan The Lobster

When Reigh Asteion lost everything, including his parents who were murdered by their own assistant, his life plunged into a hopeless darkness. However, things changed when the memories and knowledge of a genius scientist named Guiver Smith, who died in a mysterious accident on Earth, suddenly entered his mind. Guiver, a 29-year-old man with extraordinary intelligence, is now trapped in the body of that seventeen-year-old teenager. Although initially strangers to each other, they agreed to work together. Guiver with his scientific knowledge, and Reigh with his burning determination to avenge his parents' killers and change his grim fate. However, in a world full of intrigue, magic, and hidden technology, their collaboration is not just about revenge. There is a great secret waiting, and their journey will determine the future not only for Reigh, but also for the world itself.

"No one will want you after I'm done with you. Doesn't matter, even if you reject me. I'll always have a new mate, but no one will want the scraps left by a royal enforcer." **** When he's rejected by his first mate, only to be given an omega as a second-chance mate, Acrod's Royal Enforcer, Grant Hindley, is everything but thrilled at the decision. Especially since he refuses to get over his ex, one of the most powerful Lycans alive, so he takes out his anger and frustrations on the omega he is mated to. A part of Grant expects a rebellion, but what he gets is love from his ever-abused omega. But is it love, though, when the omega is not even an omega, but a vengeful psycho werewolf prince who loves playing mind games and despises the enforcer for his cruelty toward his people? — — — Hiding in plain sight as Nour, an omega, and against his father, the king's, wishes, free-spirited Prince Cassius only wants to have fun before ascending the throne. He doesn't want a mate, much to his father's dismay, but the king lets him be. However, a mating ceremony forces him out of his comfort zone, and into the most challenging of adventures, one that he leans into, because he wants the full experience of a mate bond. He forces himself to endure, but there is only so much that he can endure before he snaps. And when he does snap, everything is turned upside down. Heaven becomes hell in so many ways. Justice is a thing of the past as vengeance shows up in the form of the goddess's worst creation - a devil Lycan mate for the prince. A man who doesn't mind getting his hands dirty just to see a smile on the prince's face. And his first target? Royal. Enforcer. Grant. And he is determined to avenge his prince; come hell or high water. Maybe two wrongs make a right after all, no? *** // Sequel to "Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner." But it can be read as a standalone. * When Fire meets Fate

Soren was a man who died in a broken world. Given the rewards for achieving the Final Ending of his original world, he chose to live anew in the world of Supernatural. After living in an apocalyptic world for so long, Soren felt happy to live in a semi-normal life. When things have changed due to an event pertaining to the Winchester boys, Soren became embroiled in a war between Demons, Angels, and even God himself. Armed with both the skills and a System, Soren must navigate this new world to eventually reach the final ending. However, there is a man out to make sure Soren never leaves... =============== DISCLAIMER: This cover is AI-Generated and not intend to last forever. I do not own the Supernatural world/lore.

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk. Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. Never try to find out more than you should. NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists). The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. (MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) Slow Burn, BL, first-person view; MC is shorter than ML BUT we have a SWITCH-COUPLE! Love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers) Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ* WARNING: sexual content, excessive violence, graphic violence, torture, disturbing scenes https://discord.gg/FvX9PeWraY

"You’re the most useless volunteer I’ve ever seen. You’ll never survive." "I, the Moon Goddess, Overseer of all Supernaturals, strip you of your powers." The words thundered through Selara Clark’s mind, sharp and unrelenting. Her body screamed as if every wound, every burn, every whisper of humiliation she had ever endured had come alive at once. This was no dream. Every sting of pain was real, every shiver of fear undeniable. “Please… please, don’t do this to me,” she begged, her voice breaking under the weight of despair. But it was too late. Her body drifted toward the void, helpless and trembling, while her brother’s laughter rang in her ears—cold, cruel, and relentless—speeding her descent into nothingness. And yet… in the depths of agony, a spark ignited. Fire never dies, and passion never truly sleeps. Something deep inside Selara stirred, raw, unyielding, and alive. Something that refused to remain broken. She had been Awakened. Her power, once denied, now surged within her like a storm, and the world would tremble at her return. Fear my return.

Vanesons are back in power looking forward to decide who's going to become the next king and lead the royal family "It's me who's going to decide if we are meant to be together or not" His eyes were as deadly as they could be while she looked up at him trembling under his shadow _____________ She is fighting for her life to stay away from what her family is wanting her to be...She hates blood, only if she would know her life is written with it. "Who are they to decide?" She was determined to fight back.

Something is moving in the shadows, and it’s always one step ahead. People are dying, each left with a strange, haunting mark—a spiral, three weeping eyes, a six-fingered hand. No one knows what it means, and no one knows who’s behind it. Then the whispers start. Secrets thought buried come crawling back. Lives are shaken. The city itself feels alive with tension, as if every street corner hides a watcher, every message carries a threat. No one is safe. Everyone is just a pawn. And the game has only just begun.

#WSA 2026 Her duty was to guard his life. Her danger was to understand his heart. As the legendary Warden of the Argent Shield, Elara’s orders are absolute: embed herself as the personal shadow to Emperor Kaelan, the reviled sovereign whose brutal reforms are tearing the realm apart. She is his last line of defense against a tide of assassins, a silent, lethal statue in armor. She expects a monster carved from ice and arrogance. She finds a man haunted. A ruler who works through the night to atone for a sin no one knows, whose cutting wit hides profound weariness, and whose guarded gaze lingers on the freedom of the birds beyond his palace walls. The more threats Elara neutralizes—the poisoned cup, the traitorous guard, the knife in the dark—the more she pieces together a devastating truth: the greatest threat to the emperor is not the assassins, but the secret that forged his crown. Now, bound by oath to a man she was taught to despise, Elara faces an impossible choice. To save him, she must betray the masters who sent her. To protect her heart, she must deny the connection growing in the silent spaces between bodyguard and charge. In a court of lies, her loyalty is the only truth—and it will become the spark that ignites a revolution or saves a kingdom.

What happens when Satan sends seven demons to Earth… with only one month’s rent and a deadline? Azazel, one of Pandemonium’s most infamous and seductive demons, is given a peculiar mission: blend into the human world, get close to women, and create a demonic bloodline. Sounds simple—except Azazel has absolutely no interest in mortal women. He wants an angel. Now he’s stuck in the human world with six other demons, crammed into an apartment that’s far too small, desperately job-hunting, while Lucifer back in Pandemonium is probably laughing at their misery. Meanwhile, humans still blame Azazel for everything—from eyeliner to sword-making. This story isn’t about hellfire and screams. It’s about: – demons trying to pass job interviews – ancient accusations and modern urban legends – temptation, sarcasm, and forbidden desire – and a demon who may never have truly existed in this world at all A humorous urban fantasy told from a demonic point of view, where darkness is more witty than terrifying—and where the greatest sin might be falling in love with the wrong being.

Sixteen-year-old Ishita Joshi believes her biggest challenge is surviving her new college life—until the day she awakens a mysterious Aura Power inside her. What begins as a near-death accident soon drags her into a hidden war between humanity and ancient demons. Protected by the cold and enigmatic Rehan Kumar, Ishita learns that she is no ordinary wielder. Her aura belongs to the long-feared Scarlet Bloodline—a power tied directly to the awakening of the Lord Ghost Demon, the most dangerous being sealed in history. From the streets of Mumbai to cursed temples in the Amazon, from café bloodhunts to world summits in Geneva, Ishita’s journey thrusts her into battles far beyond her imagination. Alongside legendary aura wielders from across the globe, she must train, fight, and uncover the truth about her cursed destiny. But as nations prepare for war and demons rise in countless numbers, one question remains: Is the Scarlet Bloodline humanity’s greatest curse… or its only hope?

“Holly… are you fucking two-timing both of us?” Xander’s voice cracked. Andre stepped forward, jaw tight. “What the hell, Riley… with my own brother?” I blinked. “You’re… brothers?!” Yeah, I know. I know it looks bad. But—hear me out—I can explain how I got into this position. I never meant to kiss my best friend and his brother in the same day. I’ve had a crush on Andre since sixth grade. Never noticed me. Xander never told me his brother was Andre. And yeah… I may have stolen Xander from my friend Ellie. But that’s not even the main problem. I don’t care what people say behind my back. “Queen Bee of Westwood High”? Sure, call me that. I have good fashion taste. I have the money to fund my wants and needs. And honestly? If you think surviving a love triangle is easy, buckle up.