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Shadow Contract

Some contracts are written in ink. His was written in blood — and he never signed it. Dante Kōgetsu is the best at what he does. No target too difficult. No contract refused. No emotion wasted. He built his reputation on one principle: finish the job and walk away clean. Then a contract arrived with a photograph inside. Her face. Sophie Arisaka. The only person who ever made him feel like a human being rather than a weapon. He faked her death, lied to the client, and told himself it was a calculated decision. It was not. Now he is hunting the anonymous man who ordered her death — and every step closer reveals a truth he is not ready for. The man behind the contract is Edward Yashiro. His oldest friend. A person who loved Sophie, lost her, and let that loss rot into something unrecognizable. What Dante does not know yet is that Edward knows everything. The demons Dante carries inside him — Kairo and Mūn — were not accidents. They were placed there deliberately, by someone who chose him before he was old enough to refuse. And every time Dante uses their power, he pays a price no one warned him about. He loses her. Not Sophie herself. The memories of her. One by one. Quietly. Irreversibly. The job was supposed to be simple. It became a war — against an old friend, against the man who made him, and against the clock running silently inside his own mind. Some things cannot be unforgiven. Some prices cannot be unpaid. Some contracts were never meant to end.
YSiGn_優瑟夫 · 1.3k Views

The Anatomy Of Gods

The Anatomy of Gods Orin is ten years old, Veyari-born, and wakes up one night with the complete memories of a previous life. He also wakes up with a stepfather who has already sold him and his two-year-old sister to a cult. The transaction is final. The pickup is tonight. He has a few hours, a shack full of rotting wood, and an ability he cannot fully explain, a second layer of vision that shows him what things actually are beneath the surface. Weak points. Intentions. The shape of a threat before it moves. He is not a fighter. He is an engineer in a child's body, and he treats every problem the same way: find the structure, find the flaw, apply pressure at the right point. What follows is a story about what it costs to survive a world that is far older and far stranger than anything his past life prepared him for. The continent of Euletra runs on a system of biological transformation. Sorcerers who remake their own bodies from the inside, building organs that were never meant to exist in human anatomy, each one permanent and each one carrying a price. The further you climb, the less of your original self remains. Orin wants to understand all of it. Every faction, every secret, every layer of a city that has been lying to itself for a century. That desire is the source of his power. It is also the thing most likely to destroy him. *The Anatomy of Gods* is a dark cultivation fantasy with a hard-science lens, a protagonist who reads danger the way an engineer reads a schematic, and a world built to be worth understanding. Please follow along on this journey. Updates will come consistently.
Seasonal_Peaks · 621 Views

Ember’s Grace/The Architect’s Sacrifice

A game designer, reborn as a disgraced noble's bastard in the empire he created, must use his foreknowledge of an apocalyptic battle to survive—but his biggest threat isn't the alien horde. It's the golden-eyed heir who discovers that touching him is the only thing that stops the prince from going mad. Synopsis: New Era 284. The Celestial Empire spans the stars, ruled by five noble houses locked in a cold war. At its heart lies the Celestial Military Academy, where the empire's future elite train for the century-long war against the insectoid Krai. Jiang Jin, a burned-out game designer, dies at his desk and wakes up as Orion Ember—the despised bastard of House Ember, demoted to being a "companion" to the heir of the most powerful house, Peregrine Cinder. Peregrine is everything Orion designed in his game: perfect, untouchable, and hiding a deadly secret—a genetic flaw that sends him into violent, mindless rages. But when Orion gets too close, something impossible happens: Peregrine calms. Now the golden-eyed prince is convinced Orion is either a weapon or a threat. He keeps him close—too close. And Orion, who knows that in 87 days the "Falling Star Battle" will annihilate the academy and kill everyone he's starting to care about, must play a dangerous game. To survive, he must use his game designer's mind to outthink an empire. To win, he must gain the trust of a man who trusts no one. To live, he must stop the prince from burning out—without letting himself get burned. But in a game of empires and embers, the line between savior and sacrifice is written in fire.
Alicia_Jiao · 1.4k Views

Logged into the Demon Prince's fate

Fantasy books were Lin Xiaoyu’s escape, she always loves how the hero saves the world, defeat the bad guy and finds love. Except she drew the line at villains. Loving them was off limits, every time After finishing her new book, she slammed shut the app, muttering about gaps in logic, rolling her eyes at the female lead who acts like a child that can't live without the male lead, then typing out three tight paragraphs proving how the so-called fearsome Demon Prince was just a brooding dim wit that kills people for fun. The only character that makes sense is Shen Liang the male lead, he was logical and tactical, practically the only character she liked. At four A.M., sleep pulled her blanket over herself. Sunlight came, her eyes opened. Where was she, this wasn't her dorm room.The scroll beside her bed and the traditional Chinese clothes she wore made her think of one thing am I in the book. Once upon a time, she’d been known as Lin Xiaoyu, someone who studied at a university while reading novels for work. That version of her had faded away. Fate had already written her name Mu Qingyue. A villainess, never meant to last. Chapter three marked her end, that much she knew. A story too short. Above the clatter of golden plates, nobles glanced sideways, hiding their stares behind wine cups, getting drunk. At the long table's front by the left side sat a Demon Prince power humming off him, eyes half-lidded as if amusement had already left.By the right sat our hero Shen Liang the aura coming off him was that of nobility. Time ticked until Xiaoyu in Mu Qingyue voice slipped. One wrong word out loud would end her. That moment feels familiar. Pages like these once passed through her hands. Back in the book, Mu Qingyue rises without warning, hurls sharp words at the Demon Prince while eyes watch, binding her path tight. Few days after she is killed, brutally murdered. Xiaoyu acts fast what else would make sense for someone who sees the story before it unfolds? Something shifted in the story. The host changed what was supposed to happen during the banquet confrontation. Events unfolded differently than expected. Now the path moves off-script. Reality adjusts without warning. What comes next is no longer certain. Stay alive through every part of what happens next. That is the main thing you need to do. The system comes: New Objective Unlocked Raise Demon Prince Affection From Zero To Full Survival Chance Now 64 Percent When the pact between the Immortal Cultivation Sect and the Demon Realm takes effect, Xiaoyu ends up trapped in a fate she never chose bound to marry the Demon Prince. Cloaked in ceremonial robes, stepping across borders under false warmth, she carries secret words from her masters. Draw near. Gain favor. Remove him first, so the foretold doom won’t need to. One issue stands in the way. Up close, Ye Zhiran doesn’t match the dull, moody sketch she kept tearing apart for three whole weeks. He cuts cleaner than the book made him sound, speaks less than she thought he would, yet feels riskier in ways that aren’t about power at all. Details stick to him he catches them fast. His gaze lingers on her, dark and still, as if reading a story she hasn’t even started. While everyone else stares through her, trapped by the name Mu Qingyue and its weight, he’s the sole figure peering beneath. Female Lead Lin Xiaoyu / Mu Qingyue A smirk plays on her lips, though the role she wears wasn’t hers to pick. Fitted into the skin of a villainess, quick words come easier than kindness. The game gave her an advantage only works inside lines someone else wrote. Now the pages shift without warning her moves mean nothing. Every step forward feels like guessing. Male Lead Ye Zhiran He’s called the Demon Prince. Ice runs through his veins, they say. Faces go blank when he walks by. Old words claim he’ll be the one to burn it all down. Lately though, thoughts keep circling back to her why does she make him want to hold on? Silence feels differen
Ivy_Iwea · 100 Views

Caring Mother

In a world where demons are feared and revered, a young man is torn from the ordinary life he once knew and thrust into a nightmare of his own. Reincarnated as a child, he’s imprisoned, experimented on, and subjected to the twisted whims of a shadowy cult bent on creating a new breed of monster. His body is no longer his own, warped by the blood of a vampire and a powerful succubus whose essence is woven into his very being. ... As the experiments warp his body and soul, …. clings to memories of his old life, a life marked by abuse, loneliness, and betrayal. Struggling to survive in this hostile new world, …. must confront not only the cult’s sadistic experiments but also the demon lurking within. He must choose between clinging to the humanity he once knew or embracing the monstrous potential that could grant him the vengeance and liberation he craves. ... Caring mother is a dark fantasy that explores trauma, survival, transformation and a twisted sense of love in a world where power is everything, and demons are more than just the monsters hiding in the dark. … This work, Caring Mother, is the original work and intellectual property of Queen. All rights are reserved. No part of this story, including characters, plot, and content, may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the author. Unauthorized copying, distribution, or use of this material is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright law. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Read the tags before proceeding.
QueenNovels · 41.8k Views

Little miss villainess the system made me unkillable

Kidnapped as a baby during a tragic journey that claimed her mother’s life, the young daughter of a powerful duke vanishes without a trace only to be quietly raised in a humble village, far from the world that was once hers. For seven years, she lives an ordinary life… until everything changes on her birthday. A mysterious “system” awakens only, instead of appearing in her mind, it possesses her pet pig. Through this strange companion, she learns a terrifying truth: she is living inside a story, and not as the heroine but as a doomed, villainous side character fated to meet an early death. On that very same day, her real family finds her. Returned to the grand ducal household, she is suddenly surrounded by four powerful and unfamiliar brothers and a father she barely knows. But the greatest threat isn’t their cold distance… it’s the adopted daughter already living in her place. The girl who was meant to be the story’s beloved female lead. Armed with the knowledge of her tragic fate and guided by a sarcastic pig system, the young “little miss” must navigate a world of hidden schemes, shifting loyalties, and dangerous expectations. If she fails to secure her place in the family, she won’t just lose everything again She’ll die. The sky burned gold that evening. It was the kind of quiet, fleeting beauty that came just before something was taken away. The carriage rolled steadily along the forest road, its wheels crunching softly against gravel. Inside, a woman cradled a small bundle close to her chest, her fingers trembling ever so slightly despite the calm she tried to maintain.
Anelle · 197 Views

Claimed By The Mafia Prince

“You think I didn’t see it?” Cillian’s voice was low behind me, clipped in that way that meant he was holding something back. “I didn’t invite him to stare,” I said. His hand came up anyway, settling at my hip like an anchor I hadn’t asked for. “It becomes my problem when you put yourself in situations where men decide they can touch you with their eyes,” he said. “I can take care of myself,” I shot back, twisting slightly, though his hand stayed firm, steady. His thumb pressed in, a quiet warning. “You don’t get to walk away from me into places that can hurt you.” I lifted my chin. “And you don’t get to decide what I’m afraid of.” For a moment, the air between us felt tight enough to break. Then his other hand came up, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face just enough that I had to meet his eyes. I hated the way my body reacted to the nearness, the way he stood there like a wall I could lean into or slam against. “Let go,” I said. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lifted again. “Say it like you mean it.” *** My father sold me to marry the mafia prince. Yes, sold. No returns, no warranty. So, I did the only reasonable thing a sane woman would do: I ran. With a new name and a quiet life in a small college town, I built something close to normal. It almost worked. Then Cillian Volkov found me. He stepped into my world like he owned the air in it and waited for me to remember that contracts written in blood did not dissolve just because I changed my name. Cillian was calm in the way predators are calm. Controlled. Unimpressed by my attitude. Annoyingly unmoved by my attempts to be invisible. And the worst part? My body reacted to him like it had forgotten which side it was on. I was not a damsel. I was not innocent. I was not interested in becoming a mafia prince’s consolation prize. But in a world where debts did not disappear and men like him did not lose what they claimed, running might not have been the bravest thing I had ever done. It might have been the dumbest.
crystally_rain · 6.3k Views

An Infinite Evolution of a Spirit Untamed

Star was born into a Noble legacy that produced power, but he was the one exception. In this world, humanity survives through those marked by the Crimson Mandate. Those who receive the Mandate manifest as Spirit Warriors, individuals capable of standing against the monsters born from the darkest corners of the human mind. These monsters are known as WOES. They are creatures of flesh and blood, but their existence is far from natural. They are manifestations of human suffering, formed from fear, rage, sorrow, delusion, nightmares, and every broken thought people try to bury, and are also strengthened by these negative emotions. It is the duty of the Spirit Warriors to defend humanity whenever these creatures manifest. But when others were marked, Star was not. When they manifested their power, he remained dormant. The disappointment that followed him soon turned into shame, and that shame into something far worse. He was mocked, looked down on, and reduced to a name that followed him everywhere: The Hollow Prince. For a long time, Star endured the certainty that he was a failure. Until endurance was no longer enough. He faced a tragic loss, and in that loss, something inside him finally broke. In that moment, something answered. But it was not the power he was meant to have. It was a forbidden power, one that does not merely corrupt its wielder, but shatters the soul itself. In awakening it, Star did not become a hero. He became something feared even among Spirit Warriors. He became a Spirit Untamed.
Evans_Mecus · 163 Views