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80s Death Gospel

In the gothic shadow of Sidonia Kemis, the boundary between humanity and horror is crumbling. From the dimension of Sarx, parasitic entities known as Tumors breach the veil, possessing the innocent and twisting them into flesh-eating monstrosities. It is a grim age where steam mixes with blood, and the only line of defense against the darkness is the Holy Convent. To fight these monsters, the Church creates monsters of their own—elite executioners known as Priests who wield "Gospels." These are not prayers, but terrible curses that weaponize the body, allowing the faithful to burn, crush, and slice through the corruption at the cost of their own humanity. But the true threat may not come from the dimension of flesh, but from within the sanctuary itself. It all started with Sister Blood. A heretic hiding within the Convent’s elite ranks, she has set a divine conspiracy in motion that threatens to shatter the natural order. Her scheme began with a single, twisted act: the delivery of a "gift" wrapped in swaddling clothes to a retired executioner who thought his war was over. Now, dragged back into a conflict he tried to escape, one man must navigate a treacherous world of mad science, ancient sea beasts, and political betrayal. Hunted by the organization he once served and burdened by a mutation that is slowly turning him into a beast, he must uncover the truth behind the heresy. In a world where divinity is just another word for power, the only way to survive is to become something worse than the devil. Support Author at: https://www.patreon.com/ZenpaiTrans
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Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’
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Warhammer 40K: The Emperor's Raven

Warhammer 40k- Novel Summary In the closing days of the Unification Wars, Terra bled, but it did not break. The Primarchs, scattered by forces beyond comprehension, had yet to return. And above the battered ruins of Old Earth, the Emperor brooded—not in defeat, but in calculation. Then came the Raven. It did not speak in tongues, nor did it sing of prophecy. It arrived in silence, draped in shadow, a creature forged by time itself. Bound by the threads of fate to beings of consequence, it alighted upon the Emperor’s shoulder and whispered: “Come. The stars alone are no longer enough.” The being we would call the Emperor listened. In that moment, the Great Crusade was reborn—not as mere reclamation of lost human worlds, but as a conquest of the very multiverse itself. Through the Raven, the Master of Mankind came to harvest the secrets of alien realities, forging them into weapons of divine potency: The Gene Engine – Super God Gene Universe Protoss Psi-Tech & Phase Crystals – Koprulu Sector (StarCraft) Death Star Superlaser Array – Star Wars Galaxy Etheric Phase Engine – Stellaris Continuum All Spark Matrix – Cybertronian Machine-Wars (Transformers) Dimensional Blade Systems – Trisolaris Incident (Three-Body Universe) From these alien truths, the Emperor wrought a new Imperium—not one of fragile belief, but of absolute power. Now, across the untold skeins of time and space, the Aquila of Mankind was raised across worlds both known and newly conquered. The human empire, reborn with stolen fire from alien stars and distant realities, marched as a steel tide across the multiverse. Worlds fell. Gods screamed. Reality bent beneath the boot of Mankind. And amidst the chorus of dying galaxies, the Raven — bearer of prophecy, wanderer of fates, tilted its head as warp-light flickered across its feathers. “I only wanted to show the Golden One the stars,” it murmured. “How could I have known he’d see it as a call to war?” From the ruins of utopias and the corpses of tyrants, the Emperor declared: “Let it be known: All that exists shall kneel before the Imperium of Mankind or will be turned to dust.” -------------- [Raw: 战锤:帝皇的渡鸦使者 ] #Warhammer40K #Fanfiction #SciFi #Multiverse #Grimdark #Crossover #EmpireBuilding #GalacticConquest #OverpoweredProtagonist #GodlikeMC #AlternateUniverse #MaleLead #MilitaryStrategy #Action #DarkFantasy #SystemElements #NonHumanMC #Reincarnation #TimeTravel #CosmicHorror #AlienTechnology #TechnologyWarfare #DimensionalTravel #MythicScale #EpicSaga #UniversalDomination
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Green-eyed Shadow Looks At the King

In the ruins of a fractured world, defiance is a death sentence. Excelling in the fine arts of covert observation, she collects secrets and trades in betrayals. This data broker doesn’t believe in fairness or morality. After all, that’s the only way to survive – and thrive – in a limited human space, constantly besieged by strange fauna. She’s spent a lifetime running from the powers that be and slipping through the cracks. However, a fateful misstep pulls this furtive shadow into the sights of a man set to inherit the hopeless war. His ascent to the throne is paved with the bodies of those who stood against him – and those who didn’t. This capricious warlord intends to cut the trespasser’s insolence out with a blade. Slowly and carefully – because death would be far too kind. He wants her taught a lesson. Disfigured. Broken. Owned. Yet she vanishes into the overcrowded streets. A hounded prey becomes an umbrage with a vendetta and wages a one-woman war on his reputation. From the darkness, she turns the rising officer's name and affairs into rot. She never lets him forget she’s still out there. Watching. The nobleman handles it all without faltering. However, the manhunt gradually twists into a slow, burning obsession. The woman’s daring, her rage fascinate him. Consume him. All grudging sentiments warp into respect… and something stronger. When enemies close in on all sides, he calls upon his shadow with an alluring promise of truce. Trust is a knife. And he hands it to her – willingly. Story ahead can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DRSX826G
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