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In a world scarred by the rise of biomechanical warfare and the shadow of an enigmatic syndicate known only as Ragnarök, one girl stands at the edge of revolution. April, a seemingly ordinary 20-year-old living in the fractured remnants of a future society, hides a past drenched in trauma and secrets. Blinded and deafened during a harrowing attempt to escape her abusive father—a man who destroyed her family—April is forced into a life of silence and darkness. But everything changes after an experimental surgery implants nanotech into her skull, technology far beyond anything humanity should possess. Now, April sees without eyes and hears through a new kind of sense. The nanotech has awakened a dormant potential in her—a  sigil etched behind her head shaped like Two-angelic wings. It’s not just a symbol. It’s her Gear, a powerful combat system linked to ancient animalistic and Zodiac powers—each wielder embodying a creature of legend. When she joins a covert organization aiming to dismantle Ragnarok, April discovers she’s not alone. Other Gear wielders now fight beside her. Read às April navigates brutal missions and highschool halls alike—where rivals like Tessa Lane threaten her sanity with cruel mind games—she must balance normalcy and the battlefield. Every encounter pushes her closer to the truth: about her powers, her family, and Ragnarök’s true purpose. The deeper April digs, the more the lines blur between ally and enemy. With Ragnarök’s agents—like the cold and calculating River Hoss—looming on the horizon, April must decide who she’s willing to trust, who she’s ready to fight, and how far she’ll go to protect what little she has left. The world doesn’t need a hero. It needs a weapon. And it just found one. Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I have a special announcement for all readers of Ultima’s Bite! My official artist, Sara, is currently running a limited-time art offer. Anyone who contacts her and mentions my name "The_Unique_Nine!" will receive 50% off on artwork commissions. As a bonus, every time someone reaches out to her using my name as a reference, she creates free artwork for me — which means more character art and visual content for all of you! If you're interested in getting your own art at half price, here are her contacts: Instagram: @sara_mark767 Discord: sara_mark1 Thank you for supporting the story! ________ (Publishing schedule): Monday+1, Wednesday+1, Friday+1= 3chapters in a week!

“Let me lick it clean,” said Xie Daiyu as he looked at Ruan Chanchan’s wound. Hearing his suggestion, Ruan Chanchan paused and looked at the mer in shock. She pursed her lips and said to him, “You are kidding me. Aren’t you?” “Why do you think I am joking?” The mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan gritted her teeth and said, “Because the wound is not somewhere you can just lick me.” “What's the matter?” Xie Daiyu asked with an innocent expression, even though his lips were about to curl in a smirk. “You are a beast woman, and I am a beast mer… this is nothing.” He pushed Ruan Chanchan down on the ground, his fingers skimming against her inner thigh. “It will be over in a matter of seconds.” Like hell it did! She ended up becoming the mother of his child. ** “This is not how you are supposed to do it.” With a frown, Rong Xian stared at her. The mer was usually silent, but today he was unusually chatty. Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes while peering out of a boulder. She was staring at the sea while trying to look for the prince of the Basilosauruses. Her eyes kept flickering as she said to the mer behind her, “I need to talk with the prince, no matter what.” “Oh, and what do you want to talk to him about?” “Just about the salt trade.” “And what are you going to offer him in return?” the mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan frowned at his question. She turned to look at him before saying, “What can I offer? At most, we can discuss some kind of cooperation.” Rong Xian licked his lips as he moved forward. He caught hold of the woman and turned her around as he pressed her against the boulder. “I don’t know about cooperation, but we can discuss copulation. What do you say, Miss Ruan? Do you want this prince to give you a litter of little basilosauruses?” ** “You need to put more strength into it,” said Liang Feng. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the weak woman who was trying to pull the fang out of her arm. Ruan Chanchan frowned and scowled at the mer. She said to him, “Do you think that it's so easy?! Why don’t you do it if you think that it's that easy?” The mer sighed and crouched down. He reached out and caught Ruan Chanchan’s arm in his hands and, without waiting for the woman to say anything else, he pulled the fang out of her arm. “AHHH—urk!” Ruan Chanchan’s scream came to a sudden halt when the mer fed her a piece of flame fruit, which was sweet and delicious. “Feeling alright?” Liang Feng asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan nodded, and the mer smiled. “Good girl.” ** Kaboom! “You have to be kidding me!” That's how Ruan Chanchan felt after landing in a prehistoric world where not only did a gender other than men and women exist, but on top of that, these people could turn into beastmen! The second she arrived, Ruan Chanchan was almost squashed to death — but somehow she managed to escape. Don’t ask her how she did it; Ruan Chanchan still had some ptsd due to that incident. But if that was not bad enough, the world where she landed was also about to end. Great. Let the world know that Ruan Chanchan had offended some great immortal somewhere. Now, if she wanted to survive, then not only did she have to teach these beastmen how to farm, cook and clean themselves—You don’t want to get her started on how dirty these beastmen could be without knowing how to clean their hands and shower every day. And raw meat—yuck. Easy? Not! Not only did she transmigrate into the body of a fool, but she also ended up becoming the only beast woman who had no beast form. With a broken beast nucleus, Ruan Chanchan couldn’t find a single person who would willingly trust her. Fortunately, she had a supermarket system with her. Watch her use cotton balls and antiseptic ointments to stop the minor bleeding of the beastmen and use common antiparasitic medications to save a dying beast cub.

Shards of the Forgotten Halo The war that ended the world did not kill humanity—it buried it. Beneath the ruined earth, five vast sectors keep the last survivors alive in darkness, ruled by immortals who wear the names of gods. They do not need chains to keep their subjects quiet; they erase memory, they twist faith, they dim the very idea of hope. Even the sun, once a symbol of life, is no more than a forbidden myth. In the lowest sector, where cruelty is currency and survival is the only prayer, a girl is born who should not exist. Her skin carries warmth in a world without light, a mark that makes her a target before she can walk. She grows sharp where others break, clever where others despair—fighting only to keep herself alive. Yet the deeper she looks at the world around her, the more she begins to see the cracks in the cage. Guided by fragments of forgotten stories and scarred by unbearable loss, she learns what others have forgotten: survival is not enough. There are truths buried deeper than the Pits, older than the so-called gods, and their return begins with her. Because even in a world without a sun, belief is fire. And once lit, it will burn.

The twins, Zach and Mark, struggle to survive in a world brimming with hatred and anger directed solely at them. Rejected and cast out by their parents at just one year old, they spent the next several years being cared for by different relatives, only to be fully abandoned by their family at age nine. Every day is a battle for survival, with no certainty of their next meal. Their bodies bear fresh wounds layered atop old scars, offering no time or peace to heal. One day, mysterious beings summon them, promising a life filled with boundless love and care. Follow the twins as they shed their old selves and embrace their new identities as the Twin Demon Chaos. Along the way, they will meet their future mate, the Infernal Slayer Bane, and grow up in a wondrous new world among the Heavenly Clans. FYI, I use Grammarly Pro to check spelling, grammar, syntax, tone, and punctuation for consistency. I also rely on it for proofreading and editing, but I can guarantee my novel is born purely from my imagination—with a little AI help for name generation, since I'm terrible at naming!

“In the kingdom of Drakenfell, a dragon’s heart belongs to one, and the moment he tastes her, fire and desire consume them both.” In the continent of Vytherra, emotion is magic, and nothing ignites it like desire. When Nytherra’s touch quiets the monster inside the Dragon Prince, she becomes the only anchor to his rage, his power, and his sanity. The prophecy binds them, the kingdom fears them, and every step they take pulls them closer to a bond that is both tender and ruinous. Their connection is magnetic, forbidden, and dangerously intimate. Because dragons do not love gently. They love with hunger, with devotion, with fire—and once Nytherra chooses him, there is no turning back. Read on to find out if the blaze will bind them—or destroy everything they hold.”

Spaceships. Orbital stations. Virtual worlds. Incomprehensible aliens. A pan-galactic society where humanity is a minority. Humanoid robots. Artificial intelligences. Journeys beyond the universe. Time travel. Psi powers. Space battles. Distant gods. Video games. Servers where one can live their afterlife. Utopian societies. The Blind Gods have all this and more.

After being betrayed by her family, Bai Meiyue found herself struggling in the flourishing age where zombies and mutant animals ruled. And that too with a big belly! Though people called her crazy for being stubborn, Bai Meiyue didn’t regret keeping the fruit of her one-night stand. What she regretted was not protecting her child and trusting those whom she should have killed at the very chance that was handed to her. In the eleventh year, Bai Meiyue lost her child and died while taking revenge on those who took her son away. However, just when Bai Meiyue thought it was the end, she returned two months before the beginning of the doomsday. Carrying the grudge of two lifetimes, she swore to make life living hell for those who harmed her and her son. With the heavens blessing her with a barter system, Bai Meiyue was intent on giving her child everything that he deserved. But why was the child’s father chasing after her? Hello? We only shared a bed for a night. So why was he clinging to her? Her child’s father: From the best medicine to education, you have given our child everything, Meiyue. But what about a father?

When an archivist, Evelyn Hale, accidentally uncovers a centuries-old fae ring her tidy, predictable life collapses into visions of a forgotten war, political lies, and one very irritated art dealer who suddenly has pointy ears and opinions about her safety. The ring shows her the truth. The fae want her silenced. And he… wants to collect his past. Too bad the ring has already decided she’s the one who’s going to expose everything.

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

She built an empire to protect her heart. He's the one man who could make her risk it all. Prudence Smith isn't just the CEO of Provida Emporium, a global beauty empire; she is its carefully crafted image, powerful, impeccable, and utterly untouchable. Since a devastating heartbreak in her school years, Prudence has sworn off real love. She built a fortress around her heart, dating only men she can control and financially outmatch, ensuring she can never be hurt again. Her strategy is flawless, until she meets Justin Steele. Justin is everything she's taught herself to avoid: devastatingly charismatic, intellectually her equal, and possessing a fortune that rivals her own. He represents a threat to the emotional walls she has spent a lifetime constructing. Her mind screams danger, but her heart yearns for the connection she's denied herself for so long. Despite her best efforts to push him away, Justin sees through the icy CEO to the wounded woman beneath. He isn't intimidated by her success or her defenses; he's challenged by them. He loves her with a patience and passion that unravels her resolve thread by thread. Now, Prudence faces her greatest fear. Can she lower the shields that have kept her safe for so long and trust the one man who has the power to destroy her? Or will she let the love she never expected slip through her fingers forever?

In "Beyond the Crown", a tale of secrets, passion, and power unfolds in a world of opulent splendor, where a coterie of ladies-in-waiting navigate the treacherous waters of courtly life, entwining their lives with those above them, and becoming embroiled in the intricate dance of intrigue, loyalty, desire and love.

"It doesn't matter to me if you're engaged or not, I will seduce you.” Azrael said as he gently kissed the back of her palm. *** Ashelia de Orlan’s birth caused her mother to fall into a terrible terminal illness, but no one in the manor ever blamed her for it. If anyone so much as looked at her with the slightest disdain, her father’s knights made sure they were never seen again. Still, she couldn’t stop feeling guilty. She felt responsible for something she never did, and because of that, she made a deal with her shady fiancé, Prince Reagan, to keep her already dying mother barely alive at the cost of her own freedom. But one night, everything changed. During Prince Reagan’s birthday banquet, the rumoured madman Azrael von Eldrath, Archduke of a neighbouring country, barged in uninvited and turned the whole hall upside down. One look from him made her heart race, Still, she couldn’t afford to fall for anyone else. She had already made a vow. But Azrael refuses to let her be until she denounces the second prince and chooses him instead!

In the floating clan realm of Qīng Lòu, Heaven has made a mistake: two souls, never meant to meet, are bound together across lifetimes. Reborn into a world of rigorous cultivators, hidden powers, and mysterious clans, they are paired by fate — and by the clan’s lottery — to face challenges that test loyalty, courage, and the heart. As Qingyè, a quiet yet formidable Gate Keeper, steps into his first trial, he encounters Xù Yao, a talented but unpredictable cultivator from a distant sect. With every task, every ritual, and every confrontation with the clan’s deadly hierarchy, their bond strengthens… but so does the danger. Demonic cultivators seek the power of their connected souls, and only by trusting each other can they survive. Forbidden, fated, and hunted, can these two young men defy Heaven’s design — or will the world tear them apart before their hearts fully awaken? Genres & Themes: ◆Slow-burn devotion ◆Forbidden soul bond ◆Morally gray lovers ◆ mistaken pair ◆ Emotional curse ◆Tragic localities ◆ Cursed intimacy ◆Sect betrayal ◆ heavy fate themes ◆Reincarnation ◆Dark cultivation

Three realms burn. Six sins awaken. And beneath the ruins, an ancient curse stirs—hungry for souls. At the center of it all stands a boy who should never have survived. He once had a name—Kirihito Orohana, a lonely child crushed by fate. Reborn as Wèi Yīlíng, he becomes the chosen vessel of the System Tearstone: a living curse designed to harvest devotion, despair, and blood. Beautiful. Devoted. Dangerous. He is taught to break others before they break him— and to obey a mission that could grant him freedom… or erase the world. But the system did not predict him. A fallen god with white hair and royal-blue eyes, walking among mortals in quiet exile. Xùe Jiǎng Língxī, once the Violet God, now bound to the remnants of his shattered purity. Lingxi is the half the system cannot control. The warmth Wèi Yīlíng does not understand. The past that refuses to stay buried. Five fates bind the vessel and the god— devotion, betrayal, desire, memory, and a bond that should never exist. In a world where heroes bleed in silence and love itself is a curse, every choice draws blood, and every moment of warmth demands a price. Will Wèi Yīlíng obey the mission carved into his soul— or risk everything for a love that may last only thirty breaths? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. ◆ Fallen god & divine judgment ◆ Emotional curse system ◆ Slow-burn, forbidden devotion ◆ Morally gray lovers ◆ Cursed intimacy & soul-bond ◆ Sect betrayal & divine hypocrisy ◆ Reincarnation & fate cycles ◆ Dark cultivation ◆ Love as endurance, not possession Author’s Note : The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please don’t be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. This is not a story about heroes who win easily, or love that survives untouched. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel— even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my tearstones— something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. Welcome.

A witch without faith. A war without heroes. This is not the Dragon Age you remember. The main character of the work is Morrigan. The one... The overbearing, intelligent, sarcastic and not-so-mysterious companion of the protagonist of Dragon Age: Origins. In contrast to the original, the entire focus of the story shifts to this amazing daughter of Flemette. By fate, as in the canon, the witch leaves Korkari. But it is not only the threat of Blight that drives her on her difficult adventures, relentlessly flooding the south of Ferelden with darkness and death. The attack... And the personal entanglements the Sorceress finds herself in force her to become more active. In the name of survival, she transforms from follower to leader. From now on, the girl no longer chooses who to stay with, but who is trustworthy, or at least curious enough to stay. Others will lose the support of the reluctant southerner. Ambition, growing amidst the gathering darkness of madness and the flames of civil war, will determine where the new path will take her. A tangle of wit, magic and contingency knows no bounds. The narrative is based on a classic Dragon Age episode, centred on a desperate band of disparate individuals facing the threat of the Fifth Dawn. There are changes of varying degrees to the series of events that have already occurred and future events that are inherent to the canon. Some are on the surface. Others are less visible. Who is the saviour here? And is there one at all? What if the familiar characters had a slightly different, more down-to-earth motivation? Or if a series of miraculous rescues didn't happen? Characters with a prominent role in the canon might be left behind, die or suffer unforeseen consequences. I invite the reader to the fire, to experience this small but hopefully fascinating experiment together.

Transmigrated as a beautiful CEO, everything is within reach of her hands. Wealth, Power, and Influence. And she also possesses the system. Starting point high with all the helps from the universe, what could go wrong? What?! She is in a world similar to the combination of novels. What! The most hated sadomasochistic-SM-CEO and his wife, novel theme, and her half-sister was a heroine. Side characters never ever had a good time as the world revolves around them. Our CEO knows this and her worries increase. What?! Another novel theme shows up in this world and it's a stallion one. Messed up and you still tell me... Heaven! That's not all, she is supposed to be a member of the harem of the male protagonist. ****! our CEO shoves a middle finger at the world and strangles the system. What in the world have you brought me here for? Companions, enemies, connections, and successes are all meant for her to walk through. Each step, every struggle will be her monument. Rising to the top of the pyramid, overlooking from above, everything within her grasp. Prove to the world, a woman can hold up half the sky. First, Let me find a way to divorce this engagement with Lin Fan. Former Title: My system helps me become a cold, beautiful, elegant C.E.O

genderqueer, high fantasy, mystery, revenge, romance genres. tw: references to gore, sexual assault, blood, ptsd, death, genocide, and a blanket warning for violence. A millenium of forbidden witchcraft leads to trauma and revolution...Follow the stories of Misoon and Jae as they meet over an unlikely thievery in the famed kingdom of Vallness of Hibernia... (Currently posting worldbuilding myths before story posting)

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

|SEASON 2 OF CLAXTON · BREAKING INTO TWO PARTS DUE TO SIZE| | WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM| The Octopus Man is growing stronger, and so is Tracey. Makenna must find her way to the Bermuda Triangle to protect the Human and Magic Worlds before the young apprentice becomes the claxton he is destined to be. *** Since Makenna Delling discovered she is a Metamorphic Fairy, nothing in her life has been simple. Having just finished her sophomore year of high school, she and Tracey must travel to the undersea city of Atlantis to stop Tracey from falling victim to his own power... the power of the claxton. Ash, a Wizard Fairy, is on a secret mission from Coutarine Island to help them. However, the Octopus Man remains active and vows to drag Tracey to the Bermuda Triangle. Because of this, Ash must teach Makenna and Tracey Special Spells—spells that will help them win their battle against the Octopus Man. It is now even more crucial that Makenna becomes a Merfairy Metamorphic Fairy. The Human and Magic Worlds are colliding in an event similar to something that happened seventeen years ago. What does this event have to do with Makenna, Tracey, and Ash? How will the teens reach Atlantis without the Kraken destroying them before confronting the Octopus Man? Most importantly, will Makenna ever find her long-lost family member? *** *Main tropes: Love triangle and friends-to-lovers.* *Note: My writing style is 3rd-person omniscient, so please judge it accordingly. Thank you!*

Ember Thorne grew up knowing the bitter truth: weakness is a death sentence. ​On her sixteenth birthday, when the primal surge of the Shift should have remade her, she was left agonizingly human. Her failure transformed her from the beloved Beta-elect’s daughter into a pariah—a fragile, scentless Omega in the unforgiving Shadow Creek pack. For two years, she has endured the endless grind of servitude and the crushing cruelty of her Alpha, surviving only by the protective shadows cast by her twin, Elias. ​She has accepted her fate: no wolf, no mate, no escape. ​But when Alpha Kael Blackwood, the ruthless leader of the legendary Silver Moon pack, arrives for a surprise alliance meeting, he doesn't see the broken servant the pack sees. He sees her. ​He hauled me against his armored chest, the sheer force of his presence sucking the air from the room. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, bored into mine. ​“You think you can reject me?” His voice was a lethal rumble, closer than a whisper, yet loud enough to shake the walls. “You are a scentless, wolf-less weakling. Yet, you carry my soul.” ​I tried to swallow, but my throat was dust. “I am nothing. You are the Silver Moon Alpha. Reject me and spare us both the ridicule.” ​A dark smile, devoid of kindness, stretched across his face. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, sending a jolt of fire and fear straight through me. ​“I won't reject you. You will be claimed, protected, and possessed. You are no longer Shadow Creek's shame. You are mine, Ember Thorne. And you will be the envy, the obsession, and the absolute focus of every enemy I have.”