betrayal

A boy, who has some God gifts, his family is killed by The Demon King! Now, would be be able to take revenge? If you are an anime fan and like to read mind bowling books, this is the best pick for you!

Harry was sent to Azkaban after being framed for murder in the beginning of his 6th year at Hogwarts. What will happen once his former friends know he's innocent? See how he seeks his revenge.

Elara Nightborne died in flames. Betrayed by the Blood Council. Used as a sacrifice. Burned alive while the nobles watched. But death was not the end. She awakens again in the past, reborn in her seventeen year old body with the memories of her execution still burning in her mind. This time she will not be weak. A forgotten power sleeps in her blood. A throne erased from history. And a queen the world tried to bury. As enemies close in and ancient secrets begin to surface, Elara must grow stronger before the Blood Council finds her again. Because the next war will not be about survival. It will be about the return of a queen. And when the throne awakens… the entire kingdom will kneel.

Tempest was abandoned by her fiance who cheated on her with her best friend. She was disowned by her family because of cancelling her marriage with her fiance. A system happened to help her grow to power surpassing every challenge coming her way. Taking down all that hurt her and treasuring all that care about her

Dana Snide lives between two worlds: the ordinary life she was born into, and the Labyrinth that calls to her every night — a place where her power feels alive. When a coven gathering spirals into chaos and old enemies resurface, Dana becomes the centre of a conflict she barely understands. The world she once felt safe in has become her prison, and her fate demands blood, obedience, and sacrifice. Caught between loyalty, danger, and a power she cannot yet control, she is forced to seek answers and the closer she gets to the truth, the more she loses. Hunted, uncertain who to trust, and afraid of what she might become, Dana must uncover the truth about herself… before the truth finds her first. Will she fulfill her destiny… or has it been rigged to fail? P.S. If you’d like to see more character art, cover designs, or behind-the-scenes content from The Labyrinth, follow me on Instagram: @preciousokereke_

Harry had enough after four years of playing Dumbledore's stupid gme. He is not gonna be a puppet that dances to the tunes of that old bastard anymore. He is gonna take matters into his own hands. And his so called friends, who are nothing more than Dumbledore's spies will finally suffer his wrath.

‎*Mature Content* Vivian Ravenscroft was never meant to live this life. ‎Swapped at birth by a desperate mother—not just to save her, but to place her where destiny could shape her—Vivian grows up under the powerful Ravenscroft name, believing Sebastian, ten years her senior, is only an untouchable brother figure. ‎Protective. ‎Distant. ‎Forbidden. ‎Until the night violence shatters her world. ‎As she recovers, the truth unravels: her royal bloodline, a father who erased her existence, and the devastating reason she was raised beside Sebastian—to bond with the one man she was never allowed to love. ‎The man who looks at her and whispers, ‎“I thought you had given yourself away…” ‎Only to learn her heart—and her body were never claimed by another. ‎Stanley was never love. ‎He was survival. ‎Drawn into royal decrees, billionaire rivalries, and laws written in blood, Vivian must decide whether to obey a destiny chosen for her—or fight for the one her heart recognizes. ‎Because the way Sebastian looks at her now… has changed. ‎It lingers. ‎It burns. ‎It strips away every lie she once believed. ‎At a royal wedding watched by kings, presidents, and the most powerful names in the world… ‎the distance between them finally breaks. ‎And when the night falls— ‎There are no more titles. ‎No more rules. ‎No more pretending. ‎Only him. ‎Only her. ‎In the quiet heat of a marble bath, where silence wraps around them and the past finally loosens its grip… ‎his hand finds hers. ‎His touch is no longer restrained. ‎And when he kisses her, ‎It is deep. ‎Unsteady. ‎Years of control slipping all at once. ‎Vivian doesn’t stop him. ‎She melts into him… answers him… trusts him. ‎Because somewhere between the lies, the pain, and the years they were forced apart— ‎her heart had already chosen him. ‎And when he finally takes that last step… ‎When the space between them disappears— ‎She breaks. ‎A soft cry leaving her lips. ‎A moment of pain… of truth… of surrender. ‎And then— ‎Nothing but him. ‎Because what she gives him that night is not just her body— ‎but the part of her that has never belonged to anyone else. ‎Her first. ‎Her only. ‎Sealed in a moment neither of them can ever take back. ‎Because some bonds are not accidents. ‎They are written long before birth. ‎Tested through pain. ‎And fulfilled in the moments where resistance finally turns into surrender. ‎And love like theirs… ‎Was never meant to be broken.

In this world, reaching the highest tier of Heaven requires more than a single lifetime of virtue—it requires a mountain of Merits accumulated through endless cycles of reincarnation. For Mujun, this journey is a living nightmare. Unlike others, he remembers every detail of his past lives. For millions of years, he has played the role of the selfless saint, but the weight of forced goodness has left him weary, bored, and deeply isolated. Desperate for a companion who understands his burden and tired of waiting for an enlightenment that never comes, Mujun makes a fateful choice. He decides to stop following the rules of Heaven and start writing his own—starting with the creation of a companion, no matter the cost to the innocent.

Caspian is not a man. He is the Cycle itself — the eternal engine of Destruction and Rebirth that has turned since before this universe drew its first breath. In the previous eon, he was betrayed. The women he called soulmates. The generals he called brothers. They drained his Genesis Core, detonated his Laws, and reduced an entire civilization to cosmic dust — with his own power. Now he has been reborn into a mortal shell in this recovering world, where Aetheric energy is just beginning to stir. His memories are intact — every face, every betrayal. But his divine power is gone, stolen by those he trusted most. His only anchor is the Omega Exchange — an ancient entity bound to his soul, now awakening in the shadows of the world's most powerful lie: The Temple of Holy Radiance. [Omega Exchange Initialized] [Status: Mortal Shell (Critical Instability)] [Quest: Reclaim 10 Genesis Laws] [Warning: Detonation Imminent] The foolish masses worship their Temple gods. They don't know that the god the Temple originally served — was him. To survive, he must walk two paths simultaneously: Flesh — to suppress the Destruction that wants to consume him. Soul — to ignite the Rebirth that will restore what was taken. The women of this world are no longer equals in his eyes: Some are Fuel — parasites wearing holy masks. Raw energy to be burned. Some are Vessels — beautiful, hollow. Their only purpose is to absorb his violence. Some are Resonants — rare souls that echo the abyss. He conquers their minds long before their flesh. And then there are the ten. Apex-Tier. Singular. Irreplaceable. Each carrying a fragment of a Genesis Law — his Laws, stolen in his past life. His first Apex ignites a Soul-Brand: a permanent bond carved into the fabric of their Laws. Through it, he feels her heartbeat from three hundred kilometers. Through it, their Laws begin to fuse. Through it, the line between weapon and partner blurs into something neither can name. But brute force won't be enough. He must become the ultimate mastermind — manipulating noble houses into political marriages, turning a national chaebol into his silent army, and making the puppet king himself open the palace doors. Every faction thinks they're playing him. None realize they're already standing on his board. He will unmask every traitor in the Temple's shadow. He will reclaim every fragment of what is his. And when the last Law is restored — The Cycle begins again. Under his rule. Forever. Those who submit will reign. Those who deceive him will be nothing. The Omega Exchange is open. Step inside. Tags: #REINCARNATION #REVENGE #SYSTEM #HAREM #R18 #DARKFANTASY #ANTIHERO #OVERPOWERED #HIGHIQ #MAGIC #GODPROTAGONIST #POLITICALINTRIGUE #SLOWBUILD #WEAKTOSTRONG ==== Milestone: 300 Collections → exclusive Discord with plot discussions, character art, and behind-the-scenes lore!

[MATURE CONTENT] -Excerpt- "Tell me you are mine," she whispered viciously against his ear. "I am yours," he snarled, voice ragged. "Body, soul, will—everything. Fuck, Sheba… I love you. I have loved you since the first time you tried to kill me. I would burn every race to ash for you." Sheba's rhythm flattered for a moment as the raw confession hit her. She sat up, still impaled on him, and looked down at the most feared demon lord in existence, the ruler of the most formidable race—reduced to a sweating, desperate mess beneath her, cock buried deep in her cunt eyes shining and thoughts yelling with genuine emotions. She knew at the moment he struggled to hear her thoughts, the reaping spells already took a toll on him, temporarily taking away his ability to hear her thoughts. "Prove it," she said, voice low and dangerous. "Give me dominion over the Demon Realm. Yield your throne to me. Swear it on your mark that binds us." Lucifer did not hesitate. His hands came up to grip her hips, not to control but to hold her steady as he starred up at her with feverish intensity. "It is yours," he rasped. "The realm, the legions, my power—take it all. I swear it. Rule me, Sheba. Break me. Love me or destroy me. Just never leave me." ————————————- Survival was a deal fulfilled by the fittest. Seeking pleasure or solitude was a choice for the most powerful and the subdued are left for dust, crushed and broken. The five races lived in peace, reserved within their territories. Everything changed when Sheba defiled the order of leadership, seeking hungrily to rule all races; The humans, The witches, The sirens, The demons and The spirits. Her plot was countered however. Her very own sister sealing her away and putting a stop to her unquenchable hunger for power. The witch race was deemed weakest at that point— the enchantress supreme gone, their fate remained unknown. Yet, years of peace were known through out Cullen. Years that came to an end when the hunger for power and dominion seemed irresistible. It is hardly possible for one to be satisfied with only that which is under his control and a human goddess was no different. Moist struck. Harder than Sheba ever did, becoming the very evil she sealed Sheba for coming out as. And so, the battle among races began. Echoes of the shadowed past threatened to silence the present. The whispers of the fallen, rising high, resounding fear and chaos through out Cullen.

Raised by a necromancer with glowing green eyes and a questionable moral compass, Harry grows up mastering the art of death—literally. Horcrux crafting? Check. Conversing with ghosts? Easy. Questionable life choices? Well, he’s pretty sure he turned out alright. The Wizarding World isn’t ready for this version of the Boy Who Lived.

The Archon of Rot is dead. The city is celebrating. And something beneath Lion's Gate is already feeding on the dead. The Hero's Triad returns to a city draped in banners and gratitude but the streets are bleeding. Bodies are found torn apart from the inside. The sick fill the infirmaries with wounds no healer can name. And somewhere in the web of Lion's Gate's politics, faith, and commerce, an Archon moves unseen, not with claws, but with threads. Nyra is hunting something that wears every face. Neo is being found by something that knew his name before he did. And Thal carries a truth he has kept buried, one that is about to be used against everything he has tried to protect. The Kruul have a King. He has two of the three. And the third has just been named. Some histories don't stay buried. Some bloodlines don't stay silent. And some secrets, once spoken, cannot be unspoken. The Archon of Rot was a battle. The Archon of Threads is a city.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

Princess Lian Ruyue was sold to the ruthless Emperor of the Xuan Dynasty to bear him the son his throne desperately needs. But on the way to the palace, she switches identities with her maid—only to be left for dead in an assassination meant for her. Forced to survive as a lowly servant in the very palace that once claimed her mother’s life, Ruyue uncovers a chilling truth. When her true identity is revealed, she is bound in marriage to the tyrant she swore to destroy. Yet her heart betrays her. She falls for the one man she should never love, the Emperor’s heir. In a palace ruled by lies, desire is dangerous… And loving the wrong man could cost her everything.

Olivia's life turned dark in the blink of an eye. The tragic death of her parents in a car accident was just the beginning. She was betrayed by her lover and her best friend, and even her family's inheritance was seized by greedy relatives. For years, Olivia lived in solitude, accompanied only by her favorite fantasy novel, My Beloved Ophlia. However, her heart was shattered when her favorite character—Javien, the loyal second male lead—was tragically killed off by the novel's author just for the happiness of the main character. In tears and frustration, Olivia left one final comment: "I would be any character, as long as I could save Javien." When Olivia opened her eyes the next day, she was no longer in her cramped rental room. She woke up in a strange world, in the body of a character she never expected. Is Olivia capable of changing the already written fate of Javien's death? Or will she herself become entangled in a plot more cruel than her original world? ____________________________________ First of all... Thank you so much for your constant support. I truly appreciate every reader who helped unlock and continues to support this story. I promise I will keep updating and won’t let you down.♡ please follow my ig ⁠♡ Meowing_ kii

​"You keep giving me reasons to hate myself for what I love about you, Alice..." ​The thought is a poison. Alice Miller is the toxin in my fucking blood, turning every drop into a black, hollow void. ​She walked into Oakhaven as a student, but she became my enemy from the very first second. She thinks she can survive the grit; she thinks she can outrun the shadows. ​She’s wrong. I’m going to make her realize that in my world, the only thing more dangerous than being my enemy... is being the one thing I can’t let go of. ​I won’t just break her. I’ll own the pieces. ​"Welcome to the nightmare, Alice. I’ll be the one waiting for you in the dark." ​READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: ​This book is a Dark Romance / Psychological Thriller. It features a morally gray (to black) male lead, graphic depictions of obsession, manipulation, and intense themes that may be triggering for some. If you’re looking for a hero with a conscience, you’ve wandered into the wrong forest.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool? please support me on patreon Please Support me On PATREON ＼⁠(ﾟ⁠ｰﾟ⁠＼⁠): https://www.patreon.com/cw/Rosesarepink