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The Villain's Retirement

Hello, I live in the Demon Continent. The land of ash skies, endless night, and the towering citadel where the Demon King lives and rules over everything and everybody. No one dares speaks back to him. And yet, lately, the humans, guided by their fickle gods and led by their so-called heroes have started to win for some inexplicable reason. But honestly? I couldn't care less. “Every day is so boring,” I muttered as I watched their armies breach our borders. “I feel indifferent about everything. Isn’t there anything that could make life even slightly entertaining?” From the highest balcony of the Demon King’s castle, with the smoke of war curling up toward me, the demon castle rumbled as the gates were finally breached and the fight of the heroes against the Demon King has began. While that was happening, I entertained these thoughts without urgency, without fear, just mild curiosity. Who am I, you ask? I am not the Demon King. I am not his right hand, nor his left. But if one were to rank us, I would be the second-strongest existence in this land. In a story, I suppose I would be the “Hidden Boss.” The truth is, I don’t care about the demon king and the hero's party. Unlike the Demon King, I feel nothing for this world, no loyalty, no greed for conquest or power. Unlike the Hero, I do not understand what he was fighting for. If anything, I just feel tired. I do not feel any purpose. I don’t know why I even exist. I look from the veranda and watch. Before me, I cannot see nothing but the barren lands and the dark forests of the Demon Continent. I try to remember the color in the human realm. I miss it. If there was anything I wanted to do, that was only to live in peace in the human realm. Should I kill the Demon King and leave? …Tempting, but unrealistic. He’d annihilate me before I even got the chance. So I sigh, and I wait, and I watch. Then, in a twist no demon had expected, the hero's party defeated the Demon King. Just like that, a thousand years of war ended—and the world entered an era of “peace”. And so, with nothing left to tie me here, I left. Retired from demon life.
Main_Island · 2.2k Views

The Mark Between Us

The Mark Between Us By Rhyann Renfro Aislinn Hayes is doing everything she can to rebuild her life. After losing her firefighter husband in a tragic accident, she focuses on raising her young son and running the small-town coffee shop she co owns with her best friend. Routine helps. Structure helps. Believing the worst is behind her helps. Until she wakes with a strange, ring shaped bruise circling her finger. The bruise is impossible to explain. The dreams that follow are even harder to ignore. Vivid images of a man she has never met. Warm hands. A quiet voice. A life shared in flashes of memory that feel almost real. The dreams leave her breathless and unsettled. As if she is remembering something she never lived. Declan MacCrae has spent years avoiding anything that feels like attachment. His work restoring historic homes is safe and predictable and he prefers it that way. Until the night he dreams of a woman with deep red hair and bright green eyes. A woman he marries. A woman he loves. A woman he wakes up reaching for. He opens his eyes to find a bruise over his heart shaped like a dragonfly. When Aislinn and Declan meet in a crowded café, the pull between them is immediate and undeniable. Their marks begin to fade yet something deeper settles between them. Recognition. Curiosity. A quiet ache neither of them can explain. But someone else has taken notice of Aislinn. Someone who watches from a distance. Someone who has no intention of letting her move forward. Someone who believes she belongs only to him. As dreams shift into warnings and reality grows more dangerous, Aislinn and Declan must decide whether to trust the connection that binds them or step back before it destroys them both. A mysterious bond. A growing attraction. A hidden danger closing in. The Mark Between Us is a gripping blend of romantic tension, supernatural fate and slow burn suspense that will captivate readers who love Carissa Broadbent, Ana Huang and Lauren Thalassa.
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Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

Transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, he became Dai Chengfeng, the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire, and awakened the White Tiger Martial Soul. The ancestors of the Dai family had decreed that the first three soul rings of the White Tiger Soul must be identical for the best combination! However, Dai Chengfeng refused to configure his soul skill according to the ancestral regulations. The White Tiger belongs to metal and is a master of slaughter. What on earth is this White Tiger Guardian Barrier? As a result, the Emperor of Star Luo banished Dai Chengfeng in anger, ordered the Zhu family to cancel the marriage engagement, and prepared to temper Dai Chengfeng's arrogance. Years later. Upon meeting Dai Chengfeng again, Dai Mubai was surprised to find that his younger brother not only did not become useless due to absorbing the wrong soul ring, but his White Tiger Spirit was worlds apart from his own! ... Dai Mubai: "We both have the White Tiger Soul, but compared with Dai Chengfeng, why does my soul seem more like a house cat?!" Tang San: "Even my Blue Silver Emperor instinctively fears Dai Chengfeng's soul? You call this a White Tiger?" Asura God: "Oh no! His murderous aura is even thicker than mine, the Asura God. Is he targeting me?!" Star Luo Emperor: "Well, does Chengfeng know his mistake now?" "Reporting to Your Majesty, Prince Chengfeng has already become a god!" Emperor of Star Luo: "???." Dai Chengfeng: I am the White Emperor! The Holy Spirit of Heaven! The ominous god, governing all killings under heaven, and also the master of innate Ultimate Metal! THIS IS A TRANSLATION. Advanced chapters at: patreon.com/EphemeralShadow
EphemeralShadow · 2.3m Views