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Hell's Slayer: The Dark Monk.

Hell's Slayer: The Dark Monk. “If there is nothing to escape, then there is nothing to kill. You are merely... optimizing.” Siam chose peace—and died for it. In his first life, he abandoned the throne to protect his mother, trading his crown for a monk’s robes. He sought enlightenment, only to be poisoned by his own brother on his deathbed. Now, Siam awakens one day before his coronation. The exact day he renounced everything. This time, he will not retreat. This time, Hell answers. A forbidden System from ancient legends binds herself to him: Hell’s Slayer. She calls herself Sam—a merciless entity tasked with hunting monsters that escape the Netherworld. But these monsters don’t have horns or fangs; they wear human skin. They rule empires, corrupt bloodlines, and feed on entire worlds. Power comes with demands. Mercy is a liability. Peace is a lie. Bound to Hell’s will, Siam is forced onto a path of blood and judgment—across worlds, across universes—until the day Hell itself faces extinction. But the System comes with a dangerous side effect Siam never asked for. As he hunts the monsters hiding in plain sight, the world turns its eyes on him. Ancient sects and greedy empires realize the legend has returned. They don't just want him dead; they want to rip her (Sam) from his (Siam's) soul. The Monk has returned. But he is no longer praying for salvation. He is optimizing the world, one kill at a time. [Release Schedule] Daily Updates! (Chapters released every day)
Kin_Soma · 1.3k Views

TO TAME THE BRUTAL LYCAN BEAST

Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive. A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy. He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored. "You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet." He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art. But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left. And the damning part? She's starting to crave it. But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know. This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life. He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him. The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart. Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).
NadiaSparks · 14.2k Views

The Only She Wolf Remaining

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.
lucy_mumbua · 11.8k Views