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“Doing the wrong thing for the right reason… never ends well for anyone.” Seven great races ruled the continent of Eldarion. Humans weren’t among them. To the world, mankind was nothing more than background noise, as insignificant as a breath of air, as laughable as a failed joke of creation. A race with no promise. No power. No future. Tyler was born into that world—a world where every “hero of humanity” was fated to fall before they could rise. So he abandoned the path of heroes entirely. He chose the road stained in shadows. He chose the power no sane soul would touch. He chose to become a demon— not for glory, but for survival. His purpose was simple: Ascend as the Demon King. Stand as a monstrous shield when the true invaders finally tear into their continent. And he succeeded. He rose higher, darker, and stronger than any being before him. But power has a price. A price he only understood when it was far too late. For in climbing toward salvation, He became the very abomination he once swore to destroy— The Desecrator. And the world whispered: “There is no lesser or greater evil. There is only evil.” Yet a more profound truth lingered in the dark: “Because sometimes, only one Evil can devour another.” *** Discord - https://discord.gg/4xbt5Nwrtn *** #Yandere #ComplexCharacters #NoHarem #Dark #RareBloodline #Magic #Slowburn #FatedLove #Demons #Dragons #Otherworlders #RunicSorcery #Evil-FL

When one has power, they are respected, but that same respect can also lead to hatred and under that hate, there is fear. The god of chaos was a being with power so great the other 11 gods couldn't even try to compare to him. They all respected him but they also feared him. His power alone could destroy reality all together. The only person who could beat him would be the Regulator but no one knows where he is. The god of light Lucifer created a weapon, a weapon which could even strike down the god of chaos Ephraxis. What was the sword made off for it to defeat a god as powerful as Ephraxis. That was the question surging through Ephraxis mind as he layed in the floor of the council room of the gods. As he layed,his so called friend Lucifer whispered something to him, something that made Ephraxis blood boiled for the first time in very very long while. Before he died he swore that he would return and he would kill Lucifer and everyone one of the gods who were with him. His call had been answered and when he awoke, he had been reborn into the family of Morningstar. That last name belonged to Lucifer. It pissed him off to think he was reborn into his enemies family. But how did his enemy even have a family in the first place. There were questions piling on in his head but there was one thing that was clear. He would kill the gods who had betrayed him by any means necessary. Which meant he was going to need to reclaim his weapon. The sword of chaos, Havenhell. He had been giving a second chance, a chance he would not waste.

I only own the MC and nothing else. A girl born from the universe by absorbing energy, Gods, conceptual, amd boundless beings to form, holding there memories on how to use there powers, abilities, and domains as she travels the multiverses fixing, correcting, or eliminating mistakes. MC is Gip and OP.

“I want to do it. “   “What!? “I reply in panic as I begin to struggle against his hold, but he tightens his grip around me. I’m afraid of getting caught, but why is a part of me suddenly excited by this? By the way he’s holding…pulling me close… not letting go. Why do I like it even though I know getting caught could be disastrous? “H… hey, please. Not here… I… I … “I begin, but he cuts me off as he moves a leg between mine and begins to press against my bulge. “Your body tells another story… “He says as he runs his tongue over the marks he created on my neck last night and I shiver in his arms. I feel him smirk against my neck, and I curse myself for how easy it is for him to get a reaction out of me. “But… This is a public space… “I struggle to complete my sentence as he begins to massage my bulge with his thigh. “You’re all I care about right now. “He replies as he reaches for and starts undoing my belt, and I reach down to hold onto it in fear. “What are you saying? Your reputation… “I begin, and he finally pulls away from me. “It would be just fine. “He cuts me off, and I gulp. “Are you ashamed of me? “He suddenly questions, and my eyes widen. “Of course not! It’s just… “I begin, but he doesn’t let me finish. “You’re the one who wanted my attention. “ “Not like this! “   “This is how I want to give it. “He replies, and I stare at him with wide eyes. This is bad. If we're caught fucking here, it'll be chaos. and he doesn't seem to mind that. These brothers are insane!! ***** Five Alphas. One innocent Omega. And a heat no one’s ready for. ******* Known as a misfit with a weird feature(Red eyes), his whole life, everything hit rock bottom when his parents disowned and kicked him out of his home for being attracted to men. One accident later, he wakes up in another world, groggy, naked… and on display at a beastmen auction. They called him rare. Valuable. Breedable. Twenty thousand golden bars later, he’s sold... to not one, but five Alpha brothers. All beastmen. All dangerously possessive. Each one hotter...and crazier...than the last. They’re fighting over who gets to breed him first. And Elián? He’s never even kissed anyone before. Alpha Koda, the calmest of the five brothers, promises Elián will be safe. But nothing about this new world feels safe to Elián. Not the way the Alphas look at him. Not the way his body responds to them. And definitely not that word they keep calling him. Omega. Elián is a man. Men aren’t supposed to have babies. But somehow… every Alpha wants to breed him. Because Elián might just be the key to a generation of powerful beastmen. Now, five ruthless brothers are ready to give Elián everything he could ever want... Including unending love... If he’ll let one of them put a baby in him. How will he react to all this? Especially when he has no idea what it feels like to be loved. Thai Translation: http://wbnv.in/a/cejkVQx Indonesian Translation: http://wbnv.in/a/f3jkVRk French Translation: http://wbnv.in/a/5ejkVRw German Translation: http://wbnv.in/a/67jkVSJ

Arthur Moreau vanished during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of four hundred thousand viewers. The next, he was gone entirely, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The skills are real now. The strings are real. The puppets move, and what they touch does not reset. In a world fracturing between an empire in succession, a republic bleeding from the inside, and gods who can die and apparently do, one man with no allegiances and no name anyone knows is building something. Not an army. Not a throne. A web. Quiet. Patient. Precise. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the specific cost of choosing to matter in a world that was not built for you. The puppeteer pulls the strings. But someone always holds his.

The action takes place on an alternative Earth, which is subject to a system similar to the game one. Here people create characters and bring them into the real world. Creatures appear that could not appear naturally. These are cute animal girls, creepy battle dolls, and also strange animals with antennas that spread a signal that can control other beings.

I knew every hidden plot, point balance, and psychological trick in Classroom of the Elite. It was my obsession. But memorizing a fictional school's rules doesn't save you from a speeding delivery truck on release day. I died clutching the latest volume. Then I woke up. --- Author’s Note: Regarding Pacing and Detail To my readers, I want to provide a quick heads-up regarding the slow-burn nature of this story. This fanfic is intentionally designed with a slow pace to thoroughly dissect every tiny detail of the Classroom of the Elite universe. My goal is to explore the subtle mechanics, hidden motives, and psychological layers that often get overlooked in faster narratives. For those who enjoy a deep, intellectual dive into the COTE world, this is for you. However, I understand that this level of meticulous detail isn't for everyone. If you find the progression too slow and prefer a story with natural pacing that focuses on the experience rather than a technical breakdown, I recommend my other work: "Classroom of the Elite: Amikura Mako is my Childhood Friend" That story offers a more traditional flow without the heavy dissection found here. Whether you're here for the deep dive or the casual read, I appreciate your support. --- Disclaimer: I don’t own Classroom of the Elite. All rights to the characters, the setting, and the original story belong to Sogo Kinugasa and Shunsaku Tomose. This is just a fan-made project written for fun. I’m only responsible for my own original characters and any changes I’ve made to the plot. #shadowmastermind #manipulation #psychological #strategy #tactic #battleofwits #pretendingtobeweak #hiddenabilities #calculation #highschool #schoollife #metaknowledge #chess #cote #cunning #ruthless #scheme #underdog #hierarchy #meritocracy #cold

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Sunless was eight years old when Anvil of Valor found him in the outskirts, half-starved and trailing a armored car through three blocks of slum without being detected. The patriarch of Clan Valor saw what he always saw when he looked at people: raw material. Taken through the Gateway into the Dream Realm and raised behind the walls of Bastion, Sunny grew up learning anatomy before arithmetic and kill angles before table manners. Anvil forged him into something quiet and precise, a weapon that could be aimed at a single target and trusted to strike without hesitation. The target was Nephis, daughter of the Immortal Flame. Sent to the Awakened Academy under the guise of an outskirts orphan, Sunny had one mission: ensure Changing Star never returned from the Dream Realm alive. But the Nightmare Spell had a sense of humor, and the Forgotten Shore didn't care about anyone's plans. Survival required cooperation, and cooperation required trust, and somewhere between the labyrinth of crimson coral and the dark sea that swallowed the world each night, the weapon began to wonder whether the hand that forged him had the right to choose where he fell.

"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

“TABORÉ-BANE Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is an epic narration of a Queen, driven by ambition. Lady Serenya, is caught in a web of ancient oaths and ruthless power plays. Yet she strives to build a living citadel that defies time and embraces her rhythm. Bound by love, betrayal, and a mysterious legacy unknown to her, she must protect all that is hers and lead the Sapphire Legion through shadows that threaten to consume. Within whispers in the marsh and the rising song of stone, this tale is a journey of a woman’s ambition, courage, and sacrifice to reach her destiny. Towering mountains, shifting sands, and enchanted realms form the setting of the epic. In this mist-wrapped Tabore-Bane, destiny is not a gift but a burden to be endured. Haunted by melodies of her distant homeland and guided by ancient relics pulsing with forbidden power, Serenya must weave strength from memory and magic to survive. As the mountain peaks hold their breath, tumult stirs in the shadows. Whispered prophecies, fractured alliances, and spectral guardians stir beneath the land, threatening to unravel the fragile hope she carries. Kaelis and Darven, Serenya’s chosen emissaries sent into the labyrinthine of the island, follow paths marked by riddles in stone to realise that they are not just scouts but catalysts in a game played by eternals. The island shifts beneath their feet and watches them, bending reality with every breath, testing those who dare tread it. Among tribal spirits, hidden watchers, and unseen dangers, a quest unfolds to unravel a dangerous dance of trust and treachery. “Taborer-bane: The Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is a fantasy of memory, power, and the endurance of hope. From frostbitten peaks to haunted marshlands, it weaves a tale of Serenya’s unyielding spirit confronting the forces that seek to silence truth and bend her world into shadow. Dive into a world rich with intrigue, ancient mysteries, and relentless courage. Discover the forgotten rites and the forging of a legend. In this struggle, the test will be of loyalty, and she may lose everything to gain freedom. Welcome into Tabor-Bane, a land not for the Light Hearted.

[WARNING: EXTREME MATURE CONTENT] Lucien Vilor was born into a world of magic with none of his own. Raised under the shadow of a legendary family, Lucien was pushed to become a genius of strategy, science, and observation, simply to survive in a society that looked down on his lack of skill. To his father, he was a disappointment to be hidden away. To the world, he was "Mundane." As a final act of cold discipline, his father forces him to attend The Aethegald Academy, a prestigious, high-pressure fortress designed to train the world's most elite mages. The school is a prison of strict rules and soul-crushing competition. To ensure total control, the Goddess has placed a Seal of Apathy on the male students, rendering them impotent. Lucien’s dormant power finally awakens, Lucien skill made him immune to the seal and remains the only potent boy in the school, and his skill, The Resonance Bond, allows him to mimic and steal any magical power in existence, but only through an intimate connection with a female mage.

(There are few chapters which has indentation issues, due to the site glitch. I would recommend the readers to read the novel on Royals Road if you find any difficulty. I have tried fixing them, but some chapters retain those problems) In a world where the heavens themselves weave intricate schemes, Li Gang is reborn into the brutal cultivation realm of the Divine Spirit World. Here, power is absolute, and the strongest warriors and immortals manipulate fate, treating mortals and weaker cultivators as mere pawns in their grand designs. Armed with the memories of his past life and a mind sharper than any blade, Li Gang quickly realizes that raw strength alone is not enough to survive. Every sect, clan, and faction hides venomous plots, and even disciples are mere tools for their masters' ambitions. The path to power is paved with betrayal, deception, and blood. But Li Gang is no ordinary pawn. With unparalleled intellect and an unwavering will, he begins to turn the tide—navigating deadly conspiracies, outwitting ancient masterminds, and twisting their own schemes against them. Whether through manipulation, ruthless strategy, or sheer defiance, he refuses to be controlled. Yet, the deeper he delves into the world's secrets, the more terrifying the truth becomes. The so-called "Immortals" are not as invincible as they claim. They, too, are caught in a game far greater than he ever imagined. The true masterminds lurk in the shadows, pulling the strings of even the highest cultivators. To break free, Li Gang must not only rise to power but shatter the very foundations of this world’s control. Can he outscheme the schemers and become the ultimate ruler, or will he, too, fall victim to the grand design? In a world of lies, only the sharpest mind reigns supreme. (Some grammatical errors at the beginning chapters. It is fixed later on!)

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

Lu You, a menial disciple with a mixed spiritual root, had an Artifact named 'Cauldron of Cornucopia' within the space of his mind. Put a single spirit stone into it, and it instantly turned into countless spirit stones. Put a talisman into it, and it instantly turned into countless talismans. A few months later, after grinding his way to the Golden Core realm with his endless resources, Lu You tried placing his own Golden Core into the basin. "Good heavens-so this is how the cauldron is meant to be used? I'm invincible now!"

A child from a forgotten little town, Lily’s life changes the moment she is mysteriously torn from her world and thrown onto a distant continent ruled by magic, dragons, and destiny. There, the most prestigious academy summons only one gifted magus each year—chosen not by people, but by a dragon egg destined to hatch for its true rider. Against all odds, the egg chooses Lily. Now thrust into a world of ancient magic, rival prodigies, legendary beasts, and secrets older than the academy itself, Lily must learn to survive the brutal path of a dragon rider. But as her bond with her dragon deepens, so does the mystery surrounding her existence. Why was she brought to this world? Why was she chosen before the egg even hatched? And why do whispers across the continent call her the Muse of the Dragon Riders? As forgotten legends awaken and a white goddess lingers in the shadows of her fate, Lily may become far more than just a rider—she may be the beginning of a new age.

The familiar thin figure standing at the door of the house. He wore a yellow and black checkered haori and his dark red hair was tied into a high ponytail, which was unusual. His hands holding a katana he had never seen before. That was the sight that greet Tanjiro coming home. His father, Kamado Tanjuro. Facing a man, whom Tanjiro had never seen before, wearing a black suit and small top hat. The black-suited man has a look of horror on his face. As if he had seen a Demon. --- --- --- Disclaimer: Demon Slayer is not mine. This fanfic is a translation. Enjoy Reading! Read up to 20 more chapter in my pa-treon! pa-treon.com/Siamus404 , just erase the hyphen. 

An immortal who reached the pinnacle of power in his world, weary of existence, decides to enter the river of reincarnation to experience a new beginning. He is reborn as Cassian Varkas, a young man from a noble house in a world where cultivation is unknown and a rigid system of magic governs power. To everyone, Cassian is a despised noble, labeled a good-for-nothing with no magical ability or affinity… Adela, his busty and dignified maid, enters his room to attend to him. Cassian smiles... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author here, this is the first novel I've written and English is not my first language, so you all know the deal—please don’t be rude and enjoy the read. I really like cliches, so expect quite a few of them. If you don’t like that, feel free not to read. I’ve also made a Patreon where I'll post the looks of my characters. If you’d like to see them, you can check it out on my profile. If not the images are AI-generated anyway, so you’re not missing much if you don’t feel like checking.

It’s the age of superhumans! Genetic modifications, Cybernetic enhancements, magic enchantments- the choice is yours! For the right price, you can rise above the masses and gain power only ever seen in myths! For the right price! No matter how far humanity advances, power will always fall in the hands of the wealthy few. It was a truth Dante learned at a very young age and with it came a burning hatred for those who use power to oppress and dominate. The flames grew stronger once he found himself faced with the cruelty of those who rule from above. Left all alone in the world, robbed of everyone he cherished, Dante swore revenge on those who hurt him, but true power couldn’t be fought with hatred alone. In his search for a weapon that could help him take his revenge, Dante crosses paths with a certain Artifact, his fate taking a turn he could never have anticipated. =================================== This is not a Fan Fic. Check out my other works: Valkyrie Smash. Support the book on Patreon.com/Nomanalive

Decades ago, the world was plunged into darkness no one expected. Alien beings emerged under the disguise of allies, but that illusion didn’t last long when, a year later, these beings began to show their true colors—not as the alliance they pretended to be, but deemed themselves as the new gods of humankind and everything that belonged to Earth. Everything that humans knew about their once beautiful planet changed overnight, making it fall under a new dreadful planet where minerals and everything else were harvested by these false, self-proclaimed gods called the Dreadnought. They were an alien race that conquered planets with the aim to reshape the universe. Hope was lost in humanity, but that all changed when a group of people rebelled against the Dreadnought and its order, fighting against them and being able to create weapons that are really harmful to them. A peace treaty was signed, but humans had already learned their lesson from being naive and trusting these aliens. A new government order was established, one that would be known as the Secret Government, a power that aimed to assist humans. A new training camp was created to help train anyone who wants to fight against these alien oppressors. Percival Asgard lived a peaceful life with his family, attended school at one of the safest wards that was never invaded by the Dreadnought, who actually appeared to have humanoid forms but were completely different. One unexpected day, his ward was attacked by the Dreadnought as the first strike of the new war. In that process, he not only lost his home but his family too. In the process of trying to save his best friend, he got caught in the crossfire and died right there. In the midst of darkness, a flaming head appeared before Percival, asking him one of the toughest questions that would require him to forget and leave his old life behind. [Do you wish to die, or do you wish to fight against them and get your revenge?] [You only have 00:01:00 to choose a decision.] [Choose wisely.] He took that deal. After that, his life completely changed as he now chose to join the camp so he could train and get the necessary skills he'd need to fight against the Dreadnought and get his revenge. Not only that, Percival found out that he had changed too and became something totally different, and each time he gets his revenge, he loses a part of his humanity. He's something that only exists in the Dreadnought history books. With this new burden, he decides to try so hard to keep this secret while trying to make his name in the camp, because out of everyone, he's the only one considered weaker than all.