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The Dao of Thread and Root

###This is a slow pacing novel! [CONTENT WARNING: This work is intended for an adult audience (18+). Contains explicit sexual content, visceral violence and dark psychological dynamics.] MAIN TAGS: #DualCultivation #Smut #Yandere #Harem #OverpoweredProtagonist #Violence #ObsessiveRomance #WorldBuilding SYNOPSIS: The universe is not a cradle for enlightenment; it is a cosmic slaughterhouse. Immortality is no divine gift, but a ruthless theft against the laws of entropy. In an ecosystem where ancient sects operate as meat grinders and hypocritical heroes rule atop mountains of bones, Zhì Yuǎn is an anomaly. He does not cultivate the Dao to harmonize with the world—he cultivates to devour it. Carrying an insatiable Singularity within his chest, his mere existence warps the natural balance, drawing the scrutiny and fury of the heavens. To feed this inner abyss and force his ascension through the Three Thousand Worlds, he does not walk alone. By his side are his wives—cultivation partners and accomplices in his boundless ambition. They are not the fragile trophies so typical of this world, but the very foundation of his power, as pragmatic and dangerous as the man they follow. Together, they are not heroes seeking justice. There is no room for false morals, mercy toward enemies, or wasting time on the vanity of arrogant young masters. Transcendence demands resources, and they will take them all. The heavens may try to crush the anomaly, but Zhì Yuǎn sees only one thing in the Tribulations: more fuel for his ascension.
Liivee · 179.4k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 316.9k Views

Gender Bender: I Can’t Stop Turning into a Futanari Demon Enchantress

[Warning: Mature Content R-18, Smut, Yuri, Futanari] "To rule the world, he wanted to be a King. Fate decided he would be a Queen." "Keep your stance wide, grip the sword tight," Alex muttered to himself, trying to focus on the training dummy. As a fellow traveler from Earth, he dreamed of a powerful system, strength, domination, and standing at the top. But as a drop of sweat rolled down his chest, it didn't hit a flat, hard muscle. Instead, it slid down the valley between two soft, highly sensitive mounds of flesh that definitely hadn't been there a month ago. A thunderstorm in the Green Leaf Mountains changed everything. “Look at you,” a dark, purring voice echoed inside his mind, sending a deep shiver straight down to his toes. It was the Silver Serpent Empress, the ancient ghost who wants to occupy his body but is now trapped inside his head. “Trying so hard to play the tough man’s act?” “We both know your little toy down there is shrinking, and your new body is just begging to be touched and used.” A cold, phantom hand traced the newly carved dip of Alex’s waist, sliding upward under his shirt to pinch a highly sensitive peak on his chest. Alex gasped, his back arching off the mattress as an intense, melting heat flooded his system. “Such a responsive body,” the Silver Serpent Empress purred, her ghostly body wrapping tightly around him. "Stop fighting it, my little vessel." “Let’s see how long you can hold it in.” She loves to push him into dirty, desperate situations. Alex trembled, clutching his chest where his nipples were throbbing painfully against his shirt. "I am a man! I won't be your toy!" As his mutation deepens, she will force him into intense, sweaty Yuri encounters. He finds himself pinned beneath powerful females, his girly body subjected to deep oral worship. He will be forced to endure endless milking to drain what little of his male pride remains, riding out mind-shattering orgasms that slowly rewrite his brain into a needy, desperate girl. Locked in a battle for his own body, Alex watches in horror as his rough male skin peels away, leaving him soft and ultra-sensitive. His waist was shrinking, his hips were widening, and worst of all, his body was constantly leaking a sweet, heavy scent. But the Empress made one fatal mistake: she gave him a weapon, the potent pheromone, and it drove every woman who breathed it into a blind, sloppy frenzy of lust. Alex refuses to just be her broken pet. If the Empress wants to turn him into a demonic enchantress, he will play the part to survive. Instead of hiding in fear, he starts to adapt. Alex must navigate a world where he is no longer the hunter but is turning into the ultimate prize. Will the Empress successfully break his mind and turn him into a submissive toy, or will Alex master his new female body and use his irresistible allure to conquer the world? *Slow-Burn TF: A detailed transformation from a lean boy to a voluptuous, devastatingly sexy beauty. *Genre: Gender Bender (Male to Female), High Fantasy, Adult, System, Harem, Incest (Cousins), R-18, Mature, Yuri (After Transformation), Futanari, Domination/Submission. Discord: https://discord.gg/4mA9SXtGh If you can't wait to find out what happens next, you don't have to! You can read up to 30+ Chapters ahead together with 300+ (R-18) Character Arts, right now on my Patreon. Patreon/Mountain Dusk Walker — Gender Change Web-Novels Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work!
MountainDuskwalker · 1m Views

Desired by the Famous Rake of Monclair

[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT (R18)] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he snorted, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that their breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. But neither of them seemed to realize. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting lips in return. Penelope’s heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened as they remained on those inviting lips. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!
Ace_zza · 60.9k Views