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The mafia demon’s phantom wife

“A magical assassin must marry a half-demon mafia boss to save her brother.” She can walk through any door in the world, but she can’t outrun the man who owns the shadows. Charlène Laurent is a phantom of the Italian underworld—a high-end assassin who operates under a lethal signature: a blackened-gold key that turns any locked door into a portal. To buy time for her dying younger brother, Charlène has sold her soul, strangling titans of industry and vanishing before the blood cools. She hides behind a veiled mask, leaving only her piercing, icy-grey eyes and a single birthmark as witness to her crimes. Lucien De Rossi is the ruthless heir to a modern empire built on blood and ancient, royal tradition. To the world, he is a cold billionaire and an artist obsessed with perfection. But behind closed doors, Lucien is a monster struggling to remain human. Born of a forbidden union between a mafia king and a daughter of the devil himself, he is a half-blood prince with fire in his veins and a darkness that threatens to consume him. He has never felt a spark for any woman—until a mysterious "Ghost" dances with him at his family's annual masquerade. For the first time in his life, his inner demon falls silent. He doesn't just want her name; he wants the woman who made him feel human for a single night. The hunt turns personal when Charlène targets Lucien’s private vault. Caught red-handed, she twists her key and vanishes into thin air, but not before Lucien sees them—the same haunting grey eyes from his sketches. To take his throne, Lucien needs a wife. To save her brother, Charlène needs a miracle. Forced into a marriage of convenience, Charlène enters a world of pearl dresses and deadly secrets, only to realize that the man she was sent to destroy is the one thing more dangerous than herself. He will turn her world of infinite exits into a gilded cage. And she might be the only one who can survive the monster beneath his skin.
Kimaylah · 1.1k Views

Martial Arts to Immortality

Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts. But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder. Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper. Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training. Should a year’s time fail, then two years. Should two years fail, then a decade. Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium? Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world. Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body. Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists. Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space. In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world. With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!
Herdboyplayflute · 3.6k Views

Martial Artist in a Cultivation World

Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts. But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder. Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper. Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training. Should a year’s time fail, then two years. Should two years fail, then a decade. Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium? Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world. Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body. Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists. Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space. In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world. With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!
DaoistftEGVE · 7.6k Views

Imperator of Logos

In the shadowed forests of Terraria, where empires rise on the backs of mythical beasts and every soul awakens to a spirit dictating destiny, young Basil Pi enters the world spiritless, which is a blank canvas in a realm that measures worth by power alone. Marked only by a cryptic black star and sun on his chest, he clings to his ethereal mother Elara's teachings of magic, martial arts, and unyielding resilience, dreaming of a life beyond his "trash" fate. But tragedy strikes like a Tengu's blade: as assassins from fractured empires descend, Elara sacrifices her poisoned immortality to hurl Basil through a chaotic portal into Hell's fiery maw, absorbing the ancient Kun Peng spirit in her dying breath, which could be considered a colossal leviathan of transformation and endless hunger. Beside that, thrust into Avernus's nine infernal circles, a cauldron of demons, lava rivers, and soul-devouring horrors, the grieving boy faces horrors no child should: mauled by hellhounds, ensnared by seductive succubi who drain life through forbidden unions, and forced to wield his devouring essence not just for survival, but dominance. Traumatized yet defiant, Basil's innocence fractures under relentless violation and loss, forging a ruthless edge as he tames royal bloodlines, ascends from legendary frailty to ancient might, and builds a harem of infernal queens. But vengeance calls from Terraria's ruins for the Tengu who slew his mother, the empires that shattered his world. And also, Basil's path spirals toward cosmic apotheosis, where he must devour realities themselves to claim the throne of Logos, emperor of creation's unbreakable word. Will his fractured heart birth a singularity of perfection, or consume him in eternal void? Cultivation, Harem, Dark Fantasy, Isekai, Overpowered MC
Iustitia07 · 7.2k Views