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Chasing my Luna

Marriage was set for Scott Devlin with an unknown bride that his uncle-turned-foster-father arranged for him. He was permissive to return the kindness for keeping him as part of the Devlin family, but anxious to be tied down to a human. The marriage was something planned, shrinking his world for him not to imprint. Growing up, he has been warned that blood will mark his life as soon as he meets his mate. Skeptic of the foolish warning, as an Alpha of the Grayback Clan, Scott thought that the marriage won't ever draw a line for him to imprint, and that his fate is always written in the stars. On the day of his wedding, a turnabout shook the Devlins when Scott didn't show up... The Devlin siblings took the matter in their hands knowing that their brother, despite brazen and blatant, have a soft spot for their father and would never dare defy his wishes. Leaving his bride alone at the altar, her tears streamed down her cheeks, only they were happy and satisfied for being stood up. Taking the opportunity to runaway and escape her overwhelming taxing life as a doctor and only daughter of Alva Woodsworth, Diana fled to the island where their honeymoon should be spent. She considered it as a treat for being (un)lucky in life. It's true that when stars align, the universe will work in your favor. And so, in one of the most unexpected nights of Scott's life in a private island that no one can simply go into, his world crashed into the hands of this woman whose scent made him weak to his knees. As soon as he gets lost in her eyes, he knew it was the compelling works of the imprint. "My Luna", he told Diana.
Rauxsna · 241.7k Views

Survival: Darkness in the Light

Where there is light, there is darkness, for everything under the sun casts a shadow. But the darkness has depths to it that few know. A world made of shadows, where your wildest dreams come true... as do your nightmares. This is the world where The Mind dwells. Heroes and monsters gather in death, and none come out unbroken. For The Mind controls everything. But even in the darkest darkness, sometimes the light shine. Will it endure, or be snuffed like so many stars gone from the sky? Only by falling into darkness can the answer be found. ------------------- Hey, everyone, and welcome to another project! I went very ethereal and prosaic with this synopsis, so here is the short of it, in a very less vague faction: MC enters a place called The Mind, where he is thrown inside famous fictional worlds (from books, movies, games, and so on). I'm talking Star Wars, Avatar, Indiana Jones, Doctor Who, Matrix, Dune, and many, many others (PS: I'm very open for suggestions in this reggard). If this sounds familiar to you, it's probably because I took a lot of inspiration from the Chinese novel The Ultimate Evolution for the basic premise. TUE is, in my personal opinion, a pretty great story, which becomes average about two-thirds of the way through, and really crashes and burns in the last ten or so chapters (I mean it, those were painful to read). I've kept that opinion for the last decade or so, which was the last time I read TUE, so, although I do admit, again, that I took inspiration from it for the premise, any other similarities are coincidences or some deeply buried memory my subconscious unearthed and convinced me it was my idea. This came to me in a moment of inspiration a year or so ago, and I wrote about 3 chapters then before turning back to my main project. Then, about a month ago, I hit a writer's block with Shattered, and decided to revisit this story to see if it could help overcome it. I have 30 chapters written for it already, so yeah, my muse kinda fixated on this one. I do think it's turning out really good and want to share it with you, tho. Massive shout-out to my Shattered readers for their support. That being said, since this is just a side project, updates will be sporadic after my stockpile is finished, and I can't promise I will finish it. Shattered is still my main focus. But I do hope you enjoy it, and, as always, I'm thankful for all comments, power stones, likes and whatever else depending on which platform you are reading this. The more people show their interest for the story, the more inspiration I get for writing it, so don't be shy! For the warnings/tags: a decent amount of swearing and gore. There will be romance, though, as of when I'm writing this, I don't know with who. Probably not harem, but maybe a couple one-night stands and some casual sex? We will see. No smut because I can't write it for the life of me. MC is smart, but not a genius. He will make mistakes, and it will take a long time for him to become strong enough to just steamroll everyone else, but I'm writing it in a way that doesn't feel forced. It will all make sense once you are about 3 chapters into the story. With all of the above having been said, enjoy! Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything.
Reis123 · 31.7k Views

Weaves of Ashes

She died saving a world. She woke up in a body that couldn't save itself. Sixty years of war. A rebellion built from nothing. A detonation that freed thousands and erased her from existence. Commander SN1068 didn't expect to wake up. Reborn on Doha — a world where cultivation determines your worth and power decides who lives — Jayde carries a lifetime of military experience in a body the world labels Voidforge. The lowest of the low. No cultivation. No value. Her family discards her at six years old. Her mother dies, calling her a monster. By nightfall, she's in the slave pits. She survives ten years of darkness with nothing but a dead soldier's instincts and the stubborn refusal to stop breathing. Then her blood touches something ancient, a library explodes, and the world notices her for all the wrong reasons. Jayde runs. Into a forest that should kill her. Into alliances that shouldn't be possible. Into a power she doesn't trust — because the last time she had power, she used it to destroy herself. Now she's building again. Quietly. Ruthlessly. Accumulating debts, allies, and enemies in a world where prophecies have a habit of choosing the people least equipped to survive them. She doesn't want to be chosen. She wants to build water purifiers and be left alone. Doha has other plans. Across realms, a demon king feels a bond he thought was severed ten thousand years ago. Ren has searched for his truemate across millennia — through wars, betrayals, and a grief that nearly unmade him. His jade pendant is warming. She's out there. Alive. And he will burn through anything that stands between them. He just doesn't know she's a sixteen-year-old girl in a disguise, building irrigation systems and pretending to be nobody. --- Weave of Ashes is a multi-POV cultivation fantasy about a reincarnated soldier rebuilding from nothing in a world that runs on power she was born without. It's about found families forged in blood rather than sentiment, a slow-burn romance that spans realms, conspiracies that reach back millennia, and the stubborn conviction that the world doesn't have to be this cruel. --- Dark worlds. Fierce love. No shortcuts. --- Content Warning: This story contains depictions of child abuse, slavery, trauma, violence, death, and dark themes, including horror elements. Reader discretion advised. 300+ chapters published. Ongoing. Updated daily. ONLY available on Webnovel
Tracy_Dunwoodie · 351.2k Views

Deviant: No Longer Human

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**
SKuLL · 1.3m Views