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Defy The Alpha(s)

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.
Glimmy · 5.4m Views

Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household. But Sexton is no place for a human. Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold. Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses.  Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her. And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting. And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all. ——————— The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her dress, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The light caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"
ash_knight17 · 1.9m Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 63.1k Views
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Dungeon Landlord: Only I Can Merge Dungeons

Lucien Valerius transmigrated into a modern world invaded by dungeons, monsters, where hunters ruled and dungeons became a dangerous treasure stove. Lucien? Unfortunately, he's just an ordinary landlord. Until a dungeon gate opened right in front of his house and the monsters poured out, threatening the only thing he had in this world! In desperation, Lucien defied his fate and awakened a unique ability— [Dungeon Landlord]. A myth-level potential, the one and only in the entire world! But...his house became a dungeon. At night, his house was dragged to the Death Zone full of wild dungeons and monsters. Either evolve...or die. DING! [Dungeon successfully acquired] While others raid dungeons, Lucien merged them into his house. Expand. Evolve. Train the monsters and reap the resources! DING! [Synthesis available!] While others explore new dungeons, Lucien fused two into one. Create a brand new dungeon, monsters and resources that the world had never seen! DING! [You have signed a new tenant: ?? Rank Vampire] [You have unlocked a new facility: Blood Pool] Level up tenants, use their skills and summon them! Soon, top hunters and guilds fought to be his tenant. Elite clans and governments eyed his house greedily. But as Lucien's power grew, he discovered a terrifying truth. If he wanted to grow stronger, prepared or not, every month— He had to open his dungeon to the world. Let the hunters in. DING! [Dungeon raid will start in 3...2...1...]
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BLOOD BOOK: THE MAKER

The Blood sect was created by an eccentric cultivator who journeyed the world, traversing different plains, searching for anyone who claimed mastery of the Sword. He fought humans and beasts alike vanquishing all enemies in his path. Unparalleled in sword skills and principle especially in the Blood path, and with unmatched talent, skills and movement techniques, he created his own sect. But unfortunately, he disappeared two decades after creating the sect. The Blood sect grew so powerful even after the disappearance of their ancestor that they were feared across the land. Their descendants and members were overly daring, challenging every powerful sect pupil they met including others whose territories are far and wide. The Blood sect had the best skills and techniques en masse. They killed so many Bloodsuckers that they became a deterrent force for humanity against the Bloodsuckers, albeit unknown to the human race. Nevertheless, the Blood sect became a threat that every sect, kingdom, and organization seeks to confine, control or as a last resort, exterminate at any possible cost. Just a slim chance. As it was, opportunity yielded itself with the intervention (betrayal) of the World's consciousness. Blood Marble, a kid who had difficulties walking had an encounter with an unworldly beam which soon changed his life forever. Followed with the erroneous entrance of the Blood sect's territory now in ruins, the legacy was at hand, and he would have to transcend the unknown path ahead. "You can't be restricted to this world alone. There are countless powerful worlds with tremendous might out there... _______ These handles are specially created for this book! Instagram: DotsYAG Discord: dotsyag https://discord.gg/EDBwVCDYb
DotsYAG · 7.9k Views

Reincarnated As A Avatar /Paused/

Tony dies in a catastrophic hover-car accident on Earth and awakens reborn on Pandora, not as a warrior or a chosen hero, but as a newborn Na’vi of the Omatikaya clan. Taken in as one of their own, he grows up as the younger brother of Eytukan, placing him at the very heart of Na’vi history decades before the events of Avatar. The story is set forty to fifty years before the first film, in an era when humans are little more than distant rumors, the forest is untouched, and tradition rules clan life with little compromise. For the sake of the narrative, human and Na’vi aging are treated as equal, and several canon ages—Eytukan’s included—are adjusted to better fit the story’s timeline. (Its said in lore he's around 90 or something, but for this, imma change that. )These changes are framed as natural generational differences rather than contradictions. Tony is not born physically superior or divinely chosen; his true advantage lies in his retained human consciousness and his ability to adapt that mindset to Na’vi life. The first ten years of Tony’s life are largely skipped, as they are defined more by survival and learning than by major events. During this time, his memories of Earth slowly fade, replaced by instinct, language, and the subtle presence of Eywa. By the age of thirteen, when Na’vi children begin true training and rites of passage, Tony’s human perspective begins to influence his actions meaningfully—and the future of the clan. Tony possesses a “golden finger” or system, not as overt magic. Still, it functions much like an MMO or survival game interface, tracking stats such as strength, agility, etc, while also cataloging skills, equipment quality, and crafting recipes. The system offers no shortcuts to industrial progress—there is no metalworking, wheeled transport, or stone-on-stone advancement. Instead, it mirrors a progression style similar to ARK, grounded entirely in organic materials, bone tools, fibers, resins, and Na’vi techniques. The system grants awareness and efficiency, not power, and Tony must still train, fail, and earn respect through effort. As he grows, Tony’s presence subtly alters Omatikaya's life. He forms a deep, complex bond with Eytukan—part brotherhood, part rivalry, part moral anchor. After the age of thirteen, the story begins to diverge more sharply from canon. Tony develops unorthodox hunting strategies, experiments with new tactical approaches, and helps shape emerging clan roles such as scouts, pathfinders, and beast-binders. He does not invent technology, but he reframes tradition, pushing the boundaries of what Na’vi society believes is possible without breaking its spiritual core. Over time, deeper conflicts emerge. Early signs of human encroachment appear sooner than expected, forgotten megafauna resurface, and ancient Na’vi taboos are challenged. Forcing him to confront a central question: can Pandora truly be protected by someone who still thinks like a human? The story becomes less about power and more about consequence, identity, and the cost of changing fate. Ultimately, this is a slow-burning reincarnation survival epic rather than a power fantasy. It explores rebirth, leadership without prophecy, progress versus harmony, and the danger of knowledge in a world built on balance. While canon bends for the sake of storytelling, the spirit of Pandora—and the weight of every choice made within it—remains intact. Hope you Enjoy :)
micheal_goodmans · 1m Views