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Reincarnated As A Corpse to Eliminate the gods

The gods have watched over the mortal realm for eons, untouchable in their divine splendor. They have seen empires rise and fall, heroes come and go, challengers broken and forgotten. But they've never seen this. Reincarnated into a corpse in a world where gods reign supreme, a modern soul finds himself wielding powers that shouldn't exist. I died. That should have been the end. Instead, I woke up as Kaelen, a corpse left to rot. Pale skin, cold flesh and very much in a world that isn't mine. A world where gods are real, cultivation is power and death magic is the ultimate taboo. Great! Just great. But here's the thing about being dead: you don't have much left to lose. And when a shadow entity bonds to your stolen soul granting you dominion over the restless dead, you start getting ambitious. Armed with knowledge from my past life as Shen Yue and necromantic powers that shouldn't exist, I'm building something impossible, strength that makes even divine beings pause. The gods who rule this realm from their celestial thrones think I'm an anomaly. Something to observe from their heavenly seats and perhaps eliminate when convenient. They watch me with calculating eyes wondering what I'll do next. Let them watch. Let them wonder. Because while they're debating whether I'm a threat, I'm mastering powers they thought they'd sealed away millennia ago. I'm learning the one truth this world forgot: Gods bleed. They just need the right blade. In a realm where divine law is absolute, the gods thought death was their domain. They are about to learn it belongs to me. My name was Shen Yue. Now I'm Kaelen, the corpse who refused to stay dead. And I have one mission: Replacing their ego. I'm just getting started.
Sensei_Gorgon · 13.3k Views

Broken Story: Reborn as a Villainess Author

"My lady, you don't have to use your divine body on him! It's not necessary! Allow me instead!" Morena pleaded. "No, I must... After all, it's my story. I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want." She laughed, her voice dripping with manipulation. I was just a high school student who loved writing. My entire life revolved around novels. Thousands of stories consumed, countless worlds explored, all building toward one dream: creating my own masterpiece. Then a freak accident killed me, my best friend, and some random boy we'd just met. As I took my last breath, only one regret burned through me: I never got to finish my novel. Everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, I stood before a god. She smiled at me with cruel amusement and offered a deal: complete my story from the inside, as a character that never existed in the original plot. Before I could answer, reality shattered around me. [Ding! You have successfully transmigrated into "The Life of an Evergreen"] '...What?' I wasn't the hero. I wasn't even a villain. I was nobody... a character I never wrote. But here's the thing about being the author: I know every secret, every twist, every character's deepest fear. I wrote this world with my own hands... which means I know exactly how to break it. "You think you can rewrite your own story?" "I already did once. What's stopping me from doing it again?" If gods want to play games with my creation, then I'll show them what happens when the author steps into his own world. I'll manipulate every character, exploit every plotline, and twist this story until it bends to my will. Because when you know how everything ends, survival becomes child's play. The real question is: how far will I go to finish what I started? === Discord: https://discord.gg/38HTkz2Yw3
Brokenwriter · 55.4k Views

Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’
K1ERA · 570.1k Views

The Feral Alpha's Captive

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut
Lilac_Everglade · 151k Views