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Cryptomining Supervillain

Damen Dark is an unfortunate orphan trapped in a cruel household, forced to endure the abuse of his uncle, his family, and a world that seems determined to break him. One ordinary day, he receives a mysterious link on his phone advertising a new app—DemCoin, a cryptocurrency mining program. Damen knows it’s probably a scam. But curiosity gets the better of him. At first, the app seems harmless. It “mines” coins by targeting living beings—stray animals… and people. With little expectation, Damen uses it as a private outlet for his bottled-up anger, siphoning coins from those who torment him: his family, his classmates, the bullies who rule the streets. It feels like justice. It feels good. But DemCoin is far more than a mining app. As Damen accumulates enough coins, hidden features unlock—features that allow him to target individuals and steal their powers. What begins as survival turns into temptation, and temptation into transformation. With every stolen ability, Damen grows stronger… and more dangerous. Now faced with unimaginable power, Damen must choose who he will become. Will he take revenge on a world that never showed him mercy, or rise as a hero to protect it? The truth lies somewhere in between. In a cruel twist of fate, Damen soon realizes the irony of power: the stronger he becomes, the greater the threats that hunt him. And worse still, DemCoin is not just a tool—it is a force, subtly guiding his path. Whether he knows it or not, the app isn’t shaping him into a savior. It is forging a supervillain. And Damen Dark may have no choice but to become exactly that.
Joyon · 14.3k Views

Fae and Trouble

Kirin asks the gods for beauty and heroes. What he gets is a beautiful bastard with a talent for burning things and charming people before he murders them. The hooded head turned sharply in Kirin’s direction. “Come out of there, little bird. You might burn your feathers.” It did not sound threatening, yet the mockery in it was unmistakable. Kirin gritted his teeth and straightened. Gripping the hilt of his dagger, he stepped out to face the demon. “Who are you?” he growled, doing his best not to show his fear. As if in answer, the stranger lowered the hood to reveal a cascade of chestnut brown hair and sharp features that were almost frightening in their perfection. Kirin looked into the green, wildcat eyes, then launched forward. He hit the demon in the ribs and broke past him, but a strong hand seized his arm and forced it behind his back. An iron grip clamped onto his shoulder. “Wily little bird,” the stranger hissed. “I am not your little bird,” Kirin growled. He jerked his head back. There was a satisfying crack as his skull hit against bone. The grip loosened, but the feeling of triumph vanished instantly as his feet were kicked from under him. Kirin desperately grasped for something to break his fall and caught the hem of the long green cloak. The smug grin on the demon’s face faltered as he stumbled forward and lost his footing. Kirin hit the ground, bracing for the weight to follow, but the man just dropped to his knees astride him, grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head. Even in his terror, Kirin was acutely aware of the strong thighs pressing against his hips and the firm chest pressing against his own. The man’s long hair brushed against his cheeks and neck. It carried the scent of cut grass and spring meadows that reminded him of home. The thought disoriented Kirin, and his gaze fixed on the full lips, inches away from his own. They curled into a feral smile as the stranger spoke. “I never said you were mine.”
Helena_Wolf_9834 · 31.8k Views