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Rimsea: Sand Mage's Journey (Hopepunk, Swashbuckling, Found Family)

A reincarnated sand-mage bonds with a memory-wiped System and sails into a permanent storm to find the impact that broke the world and woke the demons. ------------ Aydin dies, wakes up, and immediately learns an important rule about this world: If the ground opens under you, it probably has teeth. In Rimsea, demons don’t crawl out of hell. They crawl out of dungeons. Dungeons don’t get discovered here. They happen. Mana veins punch up from the core, split the land like glowing fault lines, and whatever crawls out starts small until it doesn’t. Aydin survives his first fall on pure spite… and a sand-mage gift that shouldn’t work the way it does. He can feel sand like a current. He can compress it into spears, shields, and traps mid-motion, turning grit into weapons with the kind of speed that gets you called “lucky” right up until something decides to test you. Then he finds a bracelet sealed in amethyst. And the System finds him back. Her name is Violet. Her memory is wiped. She doesn’t know legends, kingdoms, or demon history, only functions, warnings, and how to make a dying host keep moving. DO NOT DIE WITH ME ON YOUR ARM. Violet adds Aydin as a candidate host and starts doing what she was built to do: showing him the world’s hidden structure. Not as a lecture. As visions. Aydin sees Rimsea before it was a ring of desperate coastal towns, when the planet still held advanced cities, crystal-lit towers, and skybridges that cut through storms like they were nothing. He sees the day Violet arrived, falling from the sky like a tool sent to fix something. Then he sees what arrived after. A second impact. A falling star that turned colors as it dropped, and when it struck the world… the planet cracked. The land folded inward. Civilization vanished. The sea rushed into the wound and never stopped raging. Now the crash site sits at the center of the Rimsea, sealed behind a permanent storm that eats ships and spits out nothing. Violet can’t tell Aydin what the System truly is. But she can tell him where the answers are. CENTERWARD. If Aydin wants to understand his powers, the demons, and why the world broke, he has to sail into the storm. Good news: he won’t be doing it alone. Ports mean contracts, crews, upgrades, and Aydin is about to learn that sailing jobs come with boss fights. Bad news: everyone else wants what’s buried there too. And some of what survived the old world is still running, and it noticed Violet came back online. ------------ Expect: Sand-mage combat you can feel: spears, shields, traps, and “current-grit” control that turns bad terrain into a weapon, with clean, readable action. Demon dungeons + System progression: dungeon outbreaks, escalating demon tiers, stats/skills/scan functions, and a System companion who only knows operations, not lore. Crewed sea adventure into the Storm Center: ports, ruins, relic-hunting, monster-haunted waters, and a big mystery pull toward the crash site at the heart of Rimsea. Violence/action is present, but the story stays adventure-first, not bleak. 5 Chapters a Week
Archiviststylus · 892 Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 189.5k 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 · 17.2k Views

HEXAGON: THE BLACK SCORPIONS

In a world shaped by ancient powers and forgotten wars, humanity survives under the shadow of forces it barely understands. The practice of the Ancient Arts—mysterious abilities known as 'Releases' was once bestowed upon humanity by the heavens themselves as a desperate measure during a primordial war against six godlike beings known as the Six Gods of Calamity. These entities nearly erased civilization, forcing rival nations to unite in a struggle that lasted generations. Though the Calamities eventually vanished without explanation, humanity preserved the memory of that terror within a sacred monument: the Great Tombs of Constelli, a memorial built not in worship, but as a plea that such devastation would never return. Centuries later. The brutal murder of a renowned archaeologist in a forgotten alleyway should have been just another case—until it lands on the desk of Detective Silvers, a legend within the Investigations Department. Known for his flawless record and relentless pursuit of justice, Silvers has never encountered a mystery he couldn’t solve. This time, he steps into something far darker. As the investigation unfolds, Silvers discovers that the perpetrators are no ordinary criminals. They wield supernatural abilities, skills that defy human limits, and knowledge tied to forces long buried in secrecy. By the time he realizes the truth, withdrawal is no longer an option. The case has already claimed blood—and it demands more. What begins as a single murder spirals into a covert war fought in the shadows, drawing in powerful factions with clashing ideologies and hidden agendas: The Order, guardians of forbidden truths; The Mafia, whose influence stretches far beyond crime; the Investigations Department, struggling to uphold justice in a world that no longer obeys its rules; and the enigmatic Cult of the Black Scorpions, whose motives threaten to unravel reality itself. As alliances fracture and secrets surface, Detective Silvers is forced to confront a terrifying truth—this case was never just about justice. It was the opening move in a far greater game, one that will decide the fate of those who live in ignorance… and those who dare to uncover what lies beyond.
ASTRA_PENDRAGON · 12k Views