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Lucy Desmond believed her life was already broken beyond repair— A shattered family. A silent home. A father dead in a forest that no human dares to claim. After her beloved father vanishes deep within the ancient Evergreen Forest, Lucy’s world collapses into grief and questions no one wants to answer. The government names his death an accident. The village calls it a curse. But Lucy feels it in her veins—something in the forest knows her name. Abandoned by her mother and protected only by her frail grandmother, Lucy’s last fragile world is torn apart when violence comes knocking at her door. On the same night she nearly loses everything, a stranger arrives—Merlin Damien, a soldier bearing secrets, and a past tied to her father. Together they uncover a truth buried beneath myth: The Evergreen Forest is not wilderness. It is a border. A divide between mankind and ancient beings who rule fire, water, earth, storm… and moon. Divine beasts, immortal guardians, and one lost god whose rage has been growing for thirty years. The White Werewolf. A being believed to be extinct. A protector turned executioner. A curse written in hunger and moonlight. When Lucy encounters him beneath a crimson night sky, she realizes the monster does not hunt randomly. It waits. It watches. It remembers. As symbolic marks appear in blood, as wolves gather beneath her window, and as ancient tribal legends awaken from graves of ash, Lucy begins to discover the truth no one dared to tell her: Her father did not die by accident. He was chosen. So was she. Lucy’s dreams drag her through forgotten memories—of a child laughing beneath moonlight, of a man coughing blood, of a shadow absorbing the sky itself. Piece by piece, the forest speaks through nightmares, through howling, through fire and rain. And then the most terrifying revelation comes: Lucy was never summoned to the forest. She belongs to it. The borders begin to collapse. Beasts stir from centuries of slumber. The divine guardians awaken. And the White Werewolf returns—no longer a myth, no longer a legend, but a living god consumed by betrayal. As destiny circles her throat like a noose, Lucy must face the impossible truth:
Shivesh_Mishra_3355 · 3.5k Views

Reincarnated As The Prince Of A World Conquering Empire

I can't breathe," I fought to say, desperation thick in my voice, as his hand clenched around my neck, forcing my face into the cold toilet. They all just watched my so-called classmates laughing at my pain. Every single day felt like a relentless assault, a continuous barrage that tore at my soul and left me gasping for air, with new ways to break me tearing into my bag, hurling my shoes into the river, burning all my books. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I did was reject Emily, my classmate, and suddenly she spread vicious lies about me, claiming I raped her. I never touched her. I hate them they're the reason I despise all of them. The memories flood back the brute choking me, forcing my head into the water, drowning me in that disgusting, unflushed mess... Clearly, this idiot didn't realize the human body cannot survive long without air. After five agonizing minutes, my body went numb, distant, as if detached. My vision faded to black, and then I was drifting lost in an endless ocean of darkness, without light, without surface alone, cold, and aching. "Oh, my poor soul," a voice softly echoed. "All you ever wanted was to be loved, but instead, you were hurt and betrayed for your kind heart mistreated and even murdered." The voice trembled with sorrow. "Who are you?" I struggled to whisper. "Don’t worry, my child. You don’t need to know my name. Just remember this: you were loved, cared for your suffering and grief at such a young age were never forgotten. I am so sorry... Little one, the world I’ve created is cruel and unforgiving," the voice wept. "It’s okay... I forgive you," I whispered, a gentle smile touching my lips. "I am giving you a second chance life a new in a world with new parents and friends who will cherish you and protect you Farewell Simon." The voice faded, and then I felt a powerful pull drawing me toward a radiant light. Suddenly, my eyes opened yet this was not my body. It was small, delicate, fragile the form of a newborn child.
MR_Sloth · 36 Views

Chains of the Crimson Moon

Ember Ashford is broken goods in a world that worships strength. Born wolfless in a society ruled by shifters, she's spent nineteen years as her pack's punching bag—including her own father's. When he dies and her mother remarries into the legendary Crimson Moon Pack, Ember thinks her nightmare might finally end. She's wrong. Her new stepbrothers are the pack's elite: Kael, the ruthless future Alpha with eyes like winter storms; Damon, the dangerous enforcer whose cruelty is an art form; and Asher, the charming Beta whose smile hides calculated games. They're gorgeous, powerful, and united in one belief—she doesn't belong in their world. The bullying starts immediately. Cruel words. Public humiliation. "Reminders" that she's weak, worthless, wolfless. Ember takes it all silently, just like she's been trained to do. She'll survive this. She always does. But something shifts the night another pack member corners her in the training hall. Suddenly, Kael's hand is at the wolf's throat, murder in his eyes. "Touch her again, and I'll rip out your spine." When a rival Alpha shows interest in Ember at the inter-pack gathering, Damon marks her neck with a possessive bite that isn't quite a claim but definitely a warning. When boys from her college try to ask her out, Asher appears from nowhere, all dangerous charm: "Our sister has higher standards than desperate mutts." Their sister. Right. Except the way they look at her—hungry, conflicted, burning—has nothing to do with family. "We can bully her," Kael growls at a pack warrior who dared call Ember names. "But no one else touches what belongs to us." Belongs to them? Ember isn't anyone's property. But when she discovers she's not actually wolfless—she's something far more dangerous, something that was sealed away to protect her—everything changes. The brothers who tormented her suddenly have competition: powerful Alphas who want to claim the rare Omega whose bloodline could change the shifter world forever. Now Kael, Damon, and Asher face an impossible choice: let Ember go to worthy mates who could give her everything... or break every taboo to keep the girl who was never supposed to be theirs. Too bad for everyone else. These wolves don't share. And forbidden never tasted this good.
danielidiong · 626 Views

Ascension of the Trash Man

Hello I'm Ethan, I'm a Trash who have never achieved anything in my, now inviting you to journey of my life, HOW I'm going to unfold my life To From "ETHAN Trash - - - > MARK NOAX (Rich and Powerful man) At 31, Ethan was the undisputed champion of wasted potential. He was an orphan, a dropout, and a full-time regret machine, having spent years waiting for the fantasy novel shortcut—a System, a magical ring—to rescue him from his lazy, worthless life. After seeing his ex-girlfriend thriving with a new family, Ethan’s spiral ended brutally when a massive meteorite chose his apartment as its final destination. ​He died alone, full of self-loathing, and then he woke up. ​Reborn as Mark Noax, the 22-year-old. SYSTEM INTEGRATION: 99%] [INSTALLING: The Wealth & Power Accumulation System] This is the story of how the laziest man in two worlds decides to finally try. ​Mark’s journey is not one of flawless victory, but of cunning negotiation, desperate combat, and the shrewd application of modern business principles against a medieval, magic-driven economy. He must level up his useless "Reader/Courier" class, climb from absolute poverty, protect his new family, and maybe, finally, find a purpose—and love—in a world where failure means far more than just losing a girlfriend; it means losing his life, and the life of his mother. Magic, ISEKAI, Fantasy, Business, weak to strong, poor to rich Action, Adventure, monster, Beauty, Romance,
ISEKAITRUCK · 1.2k Views

She Baths With Their Blood

In the span of a year, I lost my entire family. My father was killed in a helicopter crash with my grandfather. My mother was condemned by society and lost her life at the hands of the patient’s family. My eldest brother worked himself to death trying to hold everything together. My second brother was destroyed by the entertainment world he once loved. And my youngest sister, barely eighteen, was bullied to the point of suicide. When I returned home after a few years abroad, all that was left of them were ashes and whispers. Now, with my hawk-like relatives circling the family legacy my bloodline built for over a century, I have only one way to keep it from being devoured. Marriage. It was the condition for me to receive it. So I chose a stranger. Not just any stranger, the coldest one I could find. A man who wouldn’t flinch even if I drowned the world in blood. He looked at me from across his office, his eyes sharp, unreadable. “Why should I marry you?” he asked. “Just because of that century-old inherita—” “I don’t care about that,” I cut him off. He frowned, annoyed or intrigued, I couldn’t tell. “All I’m saying,” I told him. “Is that I can give you an entertainment you’ll never forget.” He said nothing. Just stared. So I stood, walked to his window, and watched the city spread beneath us. “Don’t you think this place is already too boring?” I asked softly. “I plan to run amok. To turn this country upside down. Maybe even the world.” When I turned back to him, there was something different in his gaze. Interest. Maybe danger. “I don’t care about the money,” I said. “But I won’t let them have a single cent. I’ll use every drop of it to wreak havoc…” A cold smile tugged at my lips. “…and let blood rain.” He raised a brow, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. “Oh,” he said. “That is indeed… interesting.”
Llaellen · 17.9k Views