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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 · 807.5k Views

From Ruin to Renewal

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!
DravenShadefall · 505.1k Views

Heir of the Sundered Crown

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter
DarkLoreWriter · 118.6k Views

A Better Worlds

In a world where everyone strives to rewrite fate as they see fit, those who dare to challenge the very fabric of reality awaken. They know no fear, for fear is the fate of the weak. They know no pity, for pity is a sign of weakness. Ancient powers awaken in those willing to pay any price for power over the world. Each sees the truth in their own way, and each is ready to destroy everything that contradicts their vision. A fire burns in their hearts, capable of melting even the strongest bonds of the universe. Wars do not begin on battlefields—they begin in the minds of those who thirst for change. And when many paths converge, when impossible dreams and unwavering will collide, the world will change forever. But at what cost? There are no rules in this game—there are only the laws of force. There is no good and evil—there is only the desire for power. And when the last stone falls, when the last spark of energy fades, only one will remain—the one who will bring their vision of a "Better World" to life. But remember: in a world where everyone strives for perfection, there is no room for compromise. And whoever survives this battle for the future will write new laws of existence with the blood of their enemies. Author's Greetings Greetings to all readers! ForestRam is me, the author of this story, trying my hand at literary creation for the first time. I understand that as a novice writer, I may not always meet high standards, and the first chapters may seem less than ideal. Important message to readers: If you notice any errors, typos, or plot inconsistencies, please point them out. I will carefully review every comment. I would be grateful for any constructive advice and suggestions for improving the text. Your ideas for plot development are invaluable to me. Regarding the work on the text: despite multiple rereads, I understand that there is always room for improvement. That's why your feedback is so important—it will help make the story better. I hope your journey into the world of my story will be an unforgettable experience. Enjoy reading! Sincerely, ForestRam
Forest_Rem · 113.7k Views

The Walking Dead: The Apocalypse Queen

Even if you’ve never watched The Walking Dead, you can still enjoy this story! 【Realistic Apocalypse + The Walking Dead Setting + Independent Protagonist】 【Base Building + Survival + Adventure | 】 After transmigrating into the world of The Walking Dead, she becomes the younger sister of Leah from the Reapers—someone who was supposed to die before even appearing in the story. Calista seems to have drawn the worst possible script… a doomed background character. But that’s fine. The situation is still salvageable. The first thing she does after waking up? Cling to the Reapers and secure their protection. While Rick’s group is still struggling with questions of morality and humanity, Calista is already rebuilding order through sheer force. The Governor dares to provoke her? Bombard him. The Whisperers? Erase them. The Commonwealth and CRM? Move aside. Rick stares at his shabby camp in confusion. “Why is everyone running to her side?” Negan flicks the blood off Lucille as the gates of Rock Fortress slowly open behind him. “Damn… because following her means you actually thrive.” Starting with the Reapers as her foundation, Calista rises from a winery stronghold to become a ruler of the apocalypse. From the United States… all the way to Europe. The original plot? Just a reference. From today onward, my territory will define the order of the new world. 【The protagonist is not a saint. She won’t follow or assist Rick’s group blindly. Their paths will cross, but she will build her own empire.】 (No system. Just the realistic rise of an ordinary person in the apocalypse.)
GhostParser · 709.5k Views