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Existence has already ended once. By something that was not even "something" in any ordinary sense. Unseen, unfelt, and forever forgotten. But what comes after absolute nulity? Affirmation. Endless, reasonless affirmation. An overflowing plenitude that refuses silence. After recreating existence, the Plenitude Without Reason chose once more to participate. For participation is the only way to remain as something without becoming everything. From that Will, Anathasia was born. - Kyle. The person she stayed with through everything. The one who remained by her side as she moved through life... and everything beyond it. After college, they continue living together. Nothing really changes on the surface. But at the same time, things are changing. Not just on Earth, but across realities completely separate from the one they've always known. Old resentments begin to surface. Questions start forming. About meaning, about purpose... about what's left when power stops mattering. Now, somewhere between raising daughters and just trying to live normally, they find themselves dealing with things that don't really have simple answers. The consequences of actions taken eons before they even met. The weight of roles they were never meant to fully understand. And beyond even that, The existence of an Original Creator. The Author... trying to move on from controlling everything. How will the Supreme Being herself... and the one who stands beside her... deal with all of this? The mundane. And the things that go far beyond reality itself? [DISCLAIMER] This is a work of fiction set in a version of modern-day Earth. While real-world locations, historical events, cultures, and mythologies may be referenced, they are depicted in a fictionalized manner for storytelling purposes. All characters, interpretations, and narratives are products of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, beyond historical figures, is purely coincidental.

Lyra thought she was just a survivor—an orphan scraping by in the shadows of a kingdom at war. But the night she’s captured by Raiden, the infamous Dragon Prince of the Fire Nation, everything changes. He is ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly magnetic. She is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and hiding a secret even she doesn’t fully understand. Together, they are forced into a journey of trials, quests, and betrayals—where every step pulls them deeper into danger… and closer to each other. As Lyra’s hidden powers awaken with terrifying force, Raiden becomes the only one who can push her through the fire without letting it consume her. But passion is as dangerous as battle, and the storm building between them may be the greatest threat of all. As kingdoms march to war and enemies close in from every side, Lyra and Raiden are forced into a dangerous bond—one that blurs the line between hatred and desire. But the deeper their connection grows, the more perilous the truth becomes… Because falling for the Dragon Prince might not just break her heart. It might burn the world to ash. Steamy tension. Fierce banter. Heartfelt moments. Deadly quests. In a world on the brink of ruin, Lyra and Raiden must decide if their bond is a curse… or the only thing strong enough to save them both.

The sickly heiress of the Rashet Clan died. Then her ghost watched the man she loved burn the empire down. Her family. Her servants. The emperor. Everyone. Now she's awake. The day before her murder. Her tea is poisoned. Her brother is still alive. And the man who would become a tyrant is coming to her manor tomorrow. He doesn't know she saw what he becomes. He just takes her wrist. Checks her pulse. And whispers— "You've become a liar, Nyasia." They say the Grand Duke of Varyn wants a wife. They say the emperor wants him to marry a princess. But Nyasia knows what he really wants. And this time, she's not dying before she gets what she wants too.

Haruto is just your average New York City street kid—that is, until his dad throws him into the universe of One Piece on a quest to save the world! Now he's forced to battle an army of demons, demigods, and monsters. Meanwhile, he has to deal with a weird prophecy and... Wait, Luffy is a girl? AU! FemLuffy! FemLuffyxOC. Warning! This is a Yuri fic! The MC will turn into a girl later at the beginning of Grandline saga! BONUS STORY! The Delinquent Queen & The Oppai Dragon Haruka is reborn into the universe of Highschool DXD with a Sacred Gear that belongs to another universe? And... did I mention that her Sacred Gear is too OP? AU-OP/OC-SI/OC-Reincarnation-High School DxD and The God of Highschool Crossover.

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.

[Ending Soon. Don't Miss it!] Sisi’s life becomes a nightmare on her birthday when her adoptive father tries to rape her. After she fights back valiantly, he beats her half to death and throws her into a ramshackle shed to rot. She believes she would die alone, until she discovers a wounded wolf cub hiding in the shadows. Drawing on her experience caring for infants, Sisi nurses the injured cub, only to learn he is no ordinary animal but a young wolf beastman named Jojo. When her father discovers Jojo and captures him, he threatens the cub’s life to force Sisi into his bed. Cornered and desperate, Sisi’s dormant faerie powers erupt. On that fateful night, she escapes with Jojo into the depths of the forest, vanishing where no one should be able to follow. Lost and hunted, the human girl and the little wolf beastman cling to each other for survival, until Jojo’s father, an Alpha wolf who had been crowned the new Beast King, finds them. Without warning, he seizes Sisi and declares: “My son has imprinted on you as his mother. You must take responsibility.” “H-How do I take responsibility?” Sisi whispers, terrified of being separated from Jojo. The Beast King pulls her close, his voice low and solemn. “Come with me. I will make you my official mate.” * PS: This story is about found family and motherhood, as well as a true love between a lone wolf and a faerie. Tags: Beastman, werewolf, faerie, slow burn romance, no rape, babyraising, possessive ML. - You can follow me on Instagram: @foreverpupa

She was never chosen to save the world — she was forged to survive it. Etani is a half-fae assassin who understands the rules of survival: power is taken, mercy is punished, and every victory has a cost. She was never meant to be a heroine — only a weapon. When fate drags her from the shadows into the heart of political and divine conflict, Etani is stripped of her power, betrayed by courts and gods alike, and forced into leadership she never wanted. Each battle reshapes her. Each choice costs her something she cannot replace. As assassinations give way to crowns, and kingdoms become bargaining chips for gods, Etani must navigate brutal power struggles, shifting alliances, and enemies who would rather break her than kill her. Survival demands sacrifice. Power demands blood. And destiny does not care who it destroys along the way. This is a dark epic fantasy of ruthless survival, morally complex choices, and a female lead who does not seek redemption — only control over the chaos determined to consume her. For readers who enjoy dark fantasy, morally grey protagonists, and stories where power is both weapon and curse, Etani is a completed 12-book saga of transformation, vengeance, and the thin line between predator and prey. Content Warning: This series contains graphic violence, sexual content, torture, murder, cannibalism, domestic and sexual abuse, mental illness (including depression and suicidality), abortion, and miscarriage.

After the Royal General’s death, Dionus fractures. Esmeralda Malcolm. The daughter of the fallen hero, a forbidden Blood-Hound without a Wolf, was meant to vanish. Until her nineteenth birthday. An ancient contract awakens. She becomes Mistress to the Seven Princes of Sin: immortal brothers of astounding power and fragile minds. A silver-haired vampire who treasures her: “My lady, your fists are too precious. Let me handle him.” A werewolf warlord with terrifyingly obedient men: “Dear Mistress, your command?” A seven-star chef feeding her by hand: “Say the word, and a king’s feast awaits.” A hidden system measures their loyalty. But the Second Alpha Prince returns. The only man who remembers the girl behind her smile. And the ancient Rogue King, prophecy of extinction, has revived… and he’s coming for the girl who saved his life. When kingdoms hunt her to control Alpha Kings and Princes… Esme only laughs. If they want her… they’ll have to survive her monsters first.

WARNING: R18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT Dark themes | Group scenes | Knotting | Blood-play | Breeding | Obsessive love ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ They called my hybrid blood a curse. On my twenty-first birthday, my heat proved them right. Captured. Auctioned. Sold to four alphas who called me hybrid filth before they couldn't stay away. Kael. The brutal Alpha King who wants to breed me. Riven. The mind-link master already living in my head. Draven. The vampire-hybrid who craves my blood more than my body. Thorne. The feral rogue who wants to chase me under the full moon. They rejected me. Then claimed me. Now they'll burn the world to keep me. There's just one problem. I'm the Hybrid Queen the prophecy warned them about. And I'm done being prey. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Updates: Daily Heat Level high.

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

Seraphine Ashveil, 22, was never supposed to survive the exile. Third princess of the Dawnspire Empire. No mana. No military use. No political value. For years, the court called her the Hollow Princess - beautiful, decorative, and utterly powerless. When her stepmother orchestrates a treason charge and her own father signs the decree without reading it, Seraphine is stripped of her title, her name, and her future in a single cold ceremony. Her destination: the Ashfen Wastes. The empire's graveyard. But the moment her blood touches the jade pendant - her dead mother's last gift - something cracks open in her chest like a door that was never locked. Just sealed. Mana roots, ancient and ravenous, unfurl through her body. And the spatial ring hidden inside the pendant exhales, revealing a secret world her mother left behind: rare herbs, dormant seeds, scrolls in a language only Seraphine's blood can read. Her mother didn't abandon her. She armed her. Now Seraphine must survive the Wastes, build something from nothing, and claw her way back - not to reclaim the throne that rejected her, but to build a power so undeniable that the empire kneels. Standing in her way - and then, inevitably, beside her - is Kael Dreadmourne, the Void King. Ancient. Ruthless. Ruler of the cursed lands that border the Wastes. He has no interest in exiled princesses. Until the moment her mana signature brushes his, and something that has been silent in him for two centuries roars awake. He doesn't believe in fate. But fate, it seems, believes in him.

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”

Lyssa wakes up on a stake, about to be burned alive, with a past she can’t remember—but a familiar ruthlessness she’s always known. She doesn’t want redemption. She doesn’t want forgiveness. She just wants to survive, and she’ll step over every 'hero' and 'saint' in this beast world to do it. She follows her instincts. And her instincts do not lean toward kindness — they lean toward temptation, toward testing pride, toward seeing just how far a righteous man will fall when pushed. The stronger the male, the sweeter the unraveling. As for the soft, innocent females the world so eagerly protects? Lyssa has never understood the appeal. Purity has always looked fragile to her. Breakable. She is a villainess in blood and soul. And the first thing she does? Snag a dragon beastman asleep at the bottom of a lake… and take his precious virginity. Note: My MC does not have a moral compass. So sometimes if you find yourself wondering, 'How could she?' or 'Why would she?' know it's because she doesn't give a damn about anyone and anything aside from herself. Thank you. Also, she's a bit of a succubus, if you get what I mean so be warned. And yes, that means there's a ton of smut.

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters

The one who understands the beasts shall become the beasts. **** Amina lived as a zookeeper of a small zoo for ten years after graduating from the university with a low passing grade. Unlike her course mates working at big firms, research institutes and the like, she managed to get the job of a zookeeper through her orphanage director. Perhaps others might have hated the job of a zookeeper with measly pay, Amina was actually very satisfied. Someone as quiet and dull as her wasn’t fit and qualified to work in big firms and research institutes. Her ultimate goal was to save up money and relocate to the countryside to spend the rest of her life. A perfect goal, wasn't it? However, could someone tell Amina why she was bleeding blood? How did that tiger escape its cage? Whose voice had she heard before the sudden attack? And most of all.... Why was she wearing fancy dress in a world of advanced technology and large animals?! **** Volume I: Understand the Beasts (Ongoing) Volume II: Control the Beasts (Not started) Volume III: Become the Beasts (Not started)

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.

When Orion, the leader of the Nightshade Pack, finds an injured woman near his territory, he makes an impulsive decision to bring her into his pack for treatment. Doubts linger, as she may be a spy sent by the Enclave, led by the ruthless Luna, Victoria. What was supposed to be a straightforward case of recovery quickly becomes complicated. When Sophia awakens, she is plagued by amnesia, remembering only her name. Orion faces a dilemma: should he send her away or allow her to stay? Ultimately, he decides to keep her until her memories return. As Sophia adjusts to life in the Nightshade Pack, a deep connection forms between her and Orion. They begin to realize they belong together, but what will happen when Sophia’s memories start returning in fragments? Will those memories destroy not only their bond but also the safety of the entire pack? NB: Luna in this novel is a different concept, it doesn't just mean the wife of the Alpha. And also this book is rated 18.

Suzy Kale woke up from a strange dream and suddenly realized that she was, in fact, a transmigrator in a novel about an apocalypse! And worse still, she was a mere cannon fodder character who died as a result of her half-sister’s betrayal. Now, she has three months to prepare for the disasters and this time, she was determined to change her fate! She awakened her spatial ability ahead of time, hoarded billions’ worth of supplies, and built a secure safehouse… Only to inexplicably become bound to a system called the “Handsome Men Collection Guide.” [Bind a qualifying target, and you get rewards.] [Even getting close can make you stronger.] Isn’t this basically forcing her to become a heartbreaker in the apocalypse?! At first, Suzy only planned to bind them for free rewards—but then… The looks these men gave her started getting stranger and stranger. Come on! I didn't want them to fall for me, I swear!