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The Bastard Child Is Actually The Devil Himself

After dying under unknown circumstances, Riordan Parks gets reincarnated in a whole new where magic exists, and during this era of his new birth things are quite worse, as he is born in the time where supernatural beings such as demons, angels, and archangels are on war, as the two most important beings who keep the world in balance are nowhere to be found. Riordan is born into one of the most powerful families there is, the Morningstar, a family of powerful exorcists who have taken matters into their own hands to deal with the threat that threatens humankind, but he is born not as someone of high importance, but as the bastard child of the Morningstar family, meaning that his mother is just a servant of the family. Now born under the name Lucifer Morningstar, his life is full of hardships, as he is mistreated by not just the Morningstar family but also his own father. The only love that he knows is from his mother. Even his siblings don't see him nor consider him as part of the family, as they call him the bastard child, who is not even considered worthy to carry the name of the Morningstar, as he is not that strong despite his bloodline. But what his family didn't know is that just after his birth, Lucifer got an upper hand that no one even knew existed. He received a system called the Holy System. A system that is hell bent on making him not only the most powerful being on the world, but it also gives him the power to reshape the world as he sees fit. [ Congratulations, you have ascended status ] [ Your first goal, is to collect a thousand souls ] [ Your second goal, is to create your own legion Army ] [ And your third goal, is to reshape the world as you see fit [ You only have two options ] [ Plunge the world into chaos or be the ruler of all it all ] In a world that survival is a must, Lucifer decides to play along with not just the system itself, but the system of how the world works and treats him, but in secret he knows he is planning something.
Child_Of_Playmates · 655 Views

She’s My Wife, So I’ll Protect Her However I Want

Male MC| No-Harem| No Yuri| No Yaoi| No NTR [WARNING: This book contains rape, torture, and murder. However, the MC never violates or rapes women; in fact, he despises such acts.] ____________________ ____________________ “…Pathetic.” “Look at you. Crawling. Bleeding. Powerless.” “Same damn excuses, just like back then.” “Still so ready to give up.” “Those bullshit feelings made you weak.” “Have you forgotten your vow?” “The promise you swore in blood.” “If you're really him... then stand.” “Show them who you are.” “Rise—” “Let the darkness in once again.” --- In the quiet town of Velhart, Kael is mocked as the weakest adventurer. No one suspects the truth. Behind tired eyes and a dull smile lies a man with a past soaked in blood — a nightmare no one could survive and stay sane. An assassin who walked through hell itself. Now, he hides behind a smile in a town that scorns him. But he hasn’t changed completely. He still remembers. He still hunts. And in the silence, evil men still die. These days, he only seeks peace… and maybe, one day, love. But fate wasn't so kind. Forced into an arranged marriage with Seraphina, the cold and commanding Captain of the Knight Order, Kael expected nothing — and got even less. She despised him. Saw him as worthless. But her hatred… didn’t break him. It changed him. Not with kindness. Not with warmth. But through her rejection, her silence, her presence — she unknowingly gave him a reason to stay. After their marriage, he barely spoke. Silent. Distant. But now… he enjoys pushing her buttons. Teasing her with lazy smiles and harmless jests. Never realizing when the lines between amusement and affection began to blur. And for the first time in his life… Kael wanted something more. A peaceful life. A family. A future without blades. But peace doesn’t mean mercy. Not for people like him. Because the world never forgets monsters. But when Seraphina finally uncovers the truth — when she realizes the man she vowed to arrest is the same one she’s come to care for — what will she choose? Her unshakable duty… Or the husband she was never meant to love? And when swords are drawn and the final truth is laid bare — will love be enough to bridge the chasm between an assassin’s sins and a knight’s sacred oath? Now, as shadows stir and blood calls to blood, the past claws its way back from the grave. The man he tried to leave behind — the legend spoken only in fear — is awakening once again. Because the darkness never lets go. --- A/N: Don’t expect everything right away. This is a slow build, Volume 01 will be a mix of their complex relationship and a good number of fights. Assassination? Obviously. If you're patient, the fall… and the rise… will be worth it. The story takes place three years after their marriage. I also want to make it clear that MC isn't overpowered yet. He's strong, but there are still many characters who are stronger than him. It will take time before he truly becomes overpowered. Also, your feedback means a lot as this is my first book. It tells me someone’s actually reading. And that alone keeps me going. So please, don’t hold back—leave a comment and share your thoughts. Thank you. ____________________ ____________________ Update Schedule: Every Week 11:00 PM GMT (+6) (Saturday) 01:00 AM GMT (+8) (Sunday) Per Chapter Length: 1300-6000 words.
Introvertdrift · 180.4k Views

The Aesthetic War

Lydia Ashworth is a perfectly ordinary third-year student at the Royal Institute— unless you count the months-long sense of suffocating pressure, the creeping paranoia, and the divine voices whispering in her skull. Her professors say she’s stressed. Her classmates say she needs sleep. Her gods say she’s been chosen. None of them know the half of it. When an anonymous package delivers impossible binding manuals and a war journal from a conflict nobody remembers, Lydia’s quiet academic life detonates. Hidden histories surface. Divine forces circle. And someone—someone powerful—has turned her entire hometown into a covertly fortified safe zone. There’s only one person who seems strangely unsurprised: Professor David Griffin, the world’s dullest lecturer. Behind his wire-rimmed spectacles and monotone voice hides a being who once shattered realities, bound cosmic monsters, and walked away from a war that cost entire dimensions. He’s spent fifteen years pretending to be mediocre. It was peaceful while it lasted. Now the entities he once imprisoned—the Precursors, artists who sculpt suffering across galaxies—are waking, whispering their way into London’s creative minds. Musicians cry while composing masterpieces. Philosophers dream of exquisite agony. Reality itself is beginning to warp toward their aesthetic. The gods have chosen Lydia to stand against them. Griffin has chosen Lydia because she thinks differently. The Precursors have chosen Lydia for reasons of their own. She is the center of a cosmic chess match she never asked to play. And her mentor may be as dangerous as the monsters he once defeated. As ancient bindings strain and divine whispers escalate, Lydia must decide whether to trust the gods who chose her, the professor who terrifies her, or herself—while the world is quietly rearranged into the opening strokes of someone else’s masterpiece. Knowledge is power. Power is dangerous. And some lessons should never have been learned.
david_S · 735 Views