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F-ranker Sword Saint: My Soulbound Sword is Secretly SSS-tier!

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities. Like so began the Sword Trials. Worlds against worlds, species against species, set in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG to ever exist. Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency… Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race. Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds. Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached. The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession. Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game. Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses. One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword. Named the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the label of genius changed into garbage overnight. But his “trash” sword held a secret. And so did his soul… Three worlds WILL fall. #Guildbuilding (In the later chapters)
Meowder · 698.3k Views

Chronicles Of A Fallen Angel

[ Warning: Extremely Mature Content ] Betrayed by Heaven. Cast down to rot – big mistake. Cain was Heaven's executioner – the angel they sent when mercy was off the table. But when he killed the wrong angel, the archangels fabricated charges and threw him to Earth with his divine core shattered into a thousand pieces. They expected him to die in agony. Instead, he woke up with a system that offers him a path back to power: The Celestial Corruption System. The method? Seduce women and absorb their essence to rebuild his strength. From helpless and broken to supernatural enforcer, Cain claws his way through the hidden underworld – assassinations, faction wars, forbidden territories. Every mission brings him closer to power, and every woman he corrupts brings him one step closer to revenge. Vampire queens. Demon huntresses. Rival assassins. Witches playing dangerous games. Mob bosses' wives. The untouchable. The forbidden. The married. He'll seduce them all. Because Heaven wanted him to suffer and fade into nothing. Instead, they gave him exactly what he needed to become something far more dangerous than he ever was before. They should have made sure he stayed dead. --- What this book will have: An exceptional story and plot outside the R18 elements. A dark, ruthless anti-hero. Supernatural faction warfare. Lots of explosive R18 scenes. Warning again: This book contains Mature themes and vulgar language. Reader's Discretion advised.
The_Forgotten_ · 42.3k Views

Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
jodiekesh27 · 224.1k Views