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Ashen Throne : A Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction Novel

In 2034, the comet Moloch crashed into the North Atlantic, triggering the catastrophic "Grey Winter" that destroyed civilization as we know it. Ten years later, in 2044, the UK lies in ruins—London is half-submerged, divided into the drowned slums, fortified highlands, radiation-contaminated glow zones, and lawless wastelands beyond the wall. The global population has plummeted, and survival is a brutal struggle. Adrian Grey, a former archaeology doctoral student turned scavenger and Gen-1 modified human, navigates this harsh world with enhanced memory and analytical skills. Haunted by his past, he seeks the truth behind the comet crash, unaware it hides an alien secret. His path crosses with Selena Vox, a gifted engineer from the Anvil Guild, and pits him against Magnus Kane, the iron-fisted lord of New London, who craves absolute power through genetic evolution. The world is shaped by the Moloch Factor, an alien element that mutates DNA—giving rise to modified humans with specialized abilities, from enhanced strength to sharpened intellect. But evolution comes at a price: side effects, social discrimination, and the risk of catastrophic bodily collapse. As Adrian uncovers the truth—that the comet was no accident and an alien force threatens humanity—he must unite fractured factions, master his evolving powers, and fight to save what’s left of civilization from annihilation. A dark, hard-core sci-fi epic of survival, high-stakes intrigue, and humanity’s last stand.
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The Invisible Goblin’s Netori Tales: Breeding Wives and MILFs Unseen

[WARNING!!!] [Heavy 18+ Content!!!!] Skarn had been just an ordinary man once—scrolling through late-night screens, chasing the quiet rhythm of a normal life. Then fate, cruel and capricious, snuffed him out and shoved his soul into the frail, green-skinned shell of a goblin. The body was small, crooked, despised. Worse still, it came cursed: an insatiable, animal lust carved straight into the marrow, a constant low burn that no human mind could ever fully tame. Every scent, every curve, every careless brush of skin set it raging, insistent, humiliating. But the mockery didn't end there. In the dead of night, as the last echoes of forbidden sounds faded from the master's hut, a crystalline ding sliced through the haze. [Congratulations on awakening the Invisible Breeding God System.] The name alone was absurd, almost laughable—yet the knowledge that flooded his skull was cold, merciless, glittering. Invisibility: perfect, traceless, erasing sound and scent and soul-presence alike. Ten minutes under normal conditions. Thirty-minute cooldown. And then the catch—the barbed promise at the heart of it all. Power. Real power. Stats that would rise, limits that would shatter. But only through breeding. Only while unseen. Each concealed union fed the system; the system fed him back. Unlimited duration, no cooldown, as long as he was buried deep inside willing—or unwilling—flesh. Now trapped in this ugly, hated form, no woman would ever look at him with desire. No kindness would bend his way. Survival already meant hauling water, scrubbing floors, enduring the forge's heat under a blacksmith master's heavy hand. And yet right there, in the same quiet household, lived Madam Sarah: soft curves, warm smiles, maternal affection that ruffled his coarse hair without a trace of revulsion. A beautiful MILF who called him "my Skarn," who shielded him with steel-edged protectiveness, who moved through the yard with effortless grace and left him aching, twitching, hating himself for every filthy thought that followed. The system dangled freedom like a blade held just out of reach. Reject it, and he could cling to the frayed threads of his human decency—stay small, stay safe, stay sane. Give in, and the first shadowed act might claim the one woman who had ever shown him gentleness. The night held its breath. The choice coiled tight behind his ribs. What would break first: the collar around his neck, or the last scraps of restraint in his mind? [Tags: R18, Mature, Smut, Heavy Smut, Netori, Breeding, Impregnation, MILF, Harem, System, Invisibility, Stealth Sex, Goblin MC, Isekai, Transmigration, Weak to Strong, Taboo, Large Breasts, Creampie, Corruption, Slow Burn, Dark Fantasy, No NTR (Only Netori), Yuri (Only in MCs presence), Explicit Sexual Content, Fetish Elements] Disclaimer: Slow-paced
Sensei_Zamasu · 52.9k Views

Supreme Summoner Overlord: Rise of the Endless Legion

Reidar's seemingly ordinary trip to visit his parents spirals into a chilling nightmare as reality itself begins to unravel. After losing consciousness, he awakens to a horrifying revelation: he is not alone. Monsters lurk in the shadows, and the world he once knew has transformed into a realm of terror. But the strangeness doesn't end there. An alien force has implanted a mysterious system within his mind, granting him access to unimaginable power and knowledge. Through this newfound connection, Reidar discovers that the world has met its catastrophic end—the apocalypse has arrived, and with it, he has acquired extraordinary powers that defy comprehension. Join Reidar on his thrilling quest for dominance as he harnesses his abilities to amass an unstoppable army of beasts, valiant knights, and relentless undead. Follow his rise to power as he becomes a force of nature, feared by all, including those who gave him the very powers he now wields. --Author's Comment-- Other tags: StrongMC, Mystery, LITRPG, Apocalypse, NO HAREM 2-3 chapters a day. I am open to criticism as long as respect and constructive feedback are there. Actually, if you don't like or you are not interested in the book, would you be so kind as to tell me why in a comment or review? I would like to understand if I have to improve something. Ofc, don't just say nO hArEm!1!1||1!! and leave a half-star review because those will be deleted. Thank you to whoever will be serious. :D Oh, the more people are going to vote with power stones and golden tickets, the more visibility the book will have, making it easier for me to continue publishing chapters. If you want to share some thoughts or have a chat with me, you can join the Discord server here: https://discord.gg/dZpb4TBRJc STOP SPAMMING YOUR PRODUCTS ON THE BOOK. EVERY COMMENT ABOUT ITEMS OR SERVICES YOU SELL WILL BE DELETED AND REPORTED.
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Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.
Idiocrat · 128.3k Views