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This is a dark fantasy story and contains themes such as slavery, cannibalism, child abuse, and psychological corruption. These elements are not included for shock value, but to explore the moral and emotional decline of the characters and the world they inhabit. If you choose to read, I would appreciate feedback. When the Seven Heralds of Ruin arrived in the kingdom of Graven, war followed. From beyond the world came Abaddon an infernal plane of ruin and the home of inhuman enemies called fiends and it's 7 Archdevils seething with fury to destroy the creations of Aeons, cosmic beings which are responsible for the creation and progression, and their army of Eldari. Amid the chaos, a paladin of Eldari crossed into the Abaddon alone. A hopeless husband, driven by loss, he searched Abaddon and it's 7 infernal continents for his wife and their unborn child. What he found there shattered his understanding of the world, and forced him to adapt in ways no oath had prepared him for. He gave up his faith to follow the path of heresy, and learn the ways of the undead. Fate, however, did not grant him the ending he sought. His journey ended before his purpose could be fulfilled, and the burden he carried passed instead to his son. Whether the son can bear that weight and what it will cost him remains unanswered. For returning readers: I've decided to remove chapters 0.1,0.2 and use them as flashbacks later on in the story.

Her family burned. Her name was cursed. Now Priscilla survives as a servant in the Fairy Palace. When the ruthless Alpha of the North, Alexander, arrives to choose a Luna, he doesn’t expect his mate to be a fallen fairy, enslaved in an attic. Their worlds collide as they must face countless enemies,build alliances, and navigate political conflicts that divide their people and the world.

In a world where destiny awakens at eighteen and the constellations carve their mark upon the chosen, empires rise and fall by the power of Celestial Cores. Zhan Linhuan was once Yuèlín’s most revered general, believed to bear the divine White Tiger Core — a warrior of unmatched discipline who personally trained the empire’s crown prince, Long Weitian. To the world, he was loyalty incarnate. In truth, he was a shadow. His true nature was the rare Moonlight Fox Core — masters of concealment, capable of masking their sigil and identity beneath flawless illusion. The White Tiger was only ever a mask. His brilliance was earned through ruthless training and years as Mánhuāng’s most lethal spy. When war erupted, Yuèlín fell from within. The royal family was slaughtered and the young crown prince presumed dead before his power had fully awakened. Or so the world believed. Five years later, Long Weitian returned, the only bearer of spiritual core of the devine Dragons of his generation, supreme of all and born to rule. Forged by obsession and honed through bloodshed, he conquered Yuèlín and Mánhuāng alike, unifying both beneath his throne at twenty-four. His first decree as an emperor was simple: Find Zhan Linhuan. Alive. Yet it changed Linhuan's little harmonious life significantly. Stripped of power and hunted by two nations, with a bounty on his head and no path left to run, he made the most inhumane decision of his life—selling himself into the slave markets, trading his freedom to secure his family’s escape into distant hiding. He believed his past would never find him there — until he was bought by a mysterious veiled figure, the only person Linhuan had ever feared to confront, now standing before him not as a fallen prince, but as a tyrant emperor. Crimson eyes burned like a rising inferno as a frosty voice claimed him intimately, “Welcome back, Shizun...” Caught between ownership and obsession, vengeance and captivity, what fate awaits Linhuan, the fallen Moonlight?

Born the son of the most powerful being in all of Altharion. Feared. Untouchable. Destined for greatness. Then he met her — and chose her over everything. Now he has nothing. No power. No home. No name that means anything. Just a promise made in the dark. And the kind of anger that does not go out. Some loves are forbidden for a reason. He stopped caring about reasons. — Against The Order. A dark fantasy of forbidden love, tragedy and war against the order of an entire world. Enter Altharion at your own risk.

"Love Kingdom" In a world where strength is revered and mediocrity is scorned, Nicolas Confdo is nothing special. A middle-rank human noble with average power, he endures a life of constant humiliation in the Light Country. After a final, devastating public disgrace, he renounces his name and title, casting aside his old life to become a nameless adventurer. But Nicolas harbors a secret. Awakening within him is a forbidden, overwhelming magic known as "Soul-Weaver's Desire"a power that allows him to rewrite the will of women, binding them to him in a state of blissful, absolute devotion. What begins as a means of survival quickly becomes an all-consuming ambition. Rejecting the fragile world that rejected him, Nicolas embarks on a dark and epic conquest. He turns his power not just on individual foes, but on entire nations. One by one, the proud races of Saturn fall before him. The elegant Elf Queen, the fierce Wolf-warrior, the cunning Cat-spy all see their will erased and replaced with an unshakable, loving loyalty to their new Master. He forges a new kingdom from the ashes of the old, a gilded cage paradise he names the "Love Kingdom". It is a nation with a single, unbreakable law: absolute devotion to Nicolas. It is a land with only one man, and a population of thousands of enslaved women and girls from every race, living in perfect, enforced harmony. Within its borders, love is the only currency, and disobedience is punishable by a painful, magical death. This is the story of his rise from a disgraced noble to the absolute ruler of a planet-sized harem. It is a tale of dark desire, ultimate power, and the creation of a twisted paradise where one man's word is law, and his love is the only thing that matters. Key Themes: Dark Fantasy, Harem, Conquest, Power Fantasy, Forbidden Magic, Adult Romance, Revenge.

Valerie Jude was once the beloved daughter of the pack’s greatest warrior, until her father was executed for a crime he swore he never committed. Branded as a traitor’s daughter, she was stripped of her status and forced into slavery within the very pack her father once protected. For eight years, Valerie lived in silence, enduring humiliation, beatings, and hunger in the shadows of the pack house. Stripped of dignity, forced to survive as a slave, she learned one rule: endure, or die. Even her wolf became a secret she could never reveal; because the truth behind her father’s death was more dangerous than she ever imagined. On the eve of the future alpha’s ascension, Valerie stumbles upon a conversation she was never meant to hear. A sick bet. A calculated betrayal. And a truth that shatters her remaining hope. The man she trusted is not her savior, but one of her tormentors. The alpha who ruined her life… is her fated mate. To him, the sacred mate bond is not a blessing, it is a punishment. A humiliation he plans to repay with cruelty, rejection, and destruction. To the others, Valerie is nothing more than a prize to be used and discarded. But fate was never done with her. As three alphas close in on her, each with their own twisted intentions or dark desires, Valerie stands at the edge of something far more dangerous than suffering. The awakening of the wolf she was forced to silence. When the truth behind her father’s execution begins to surface, and her wolf stirs once more, the pack will learn too late: The girl they broke was never weak. And the mate they planned to destroy… Was never meant to kneel.

This is the story of one Georgian man called Davit Manvelashvili.He was born in the family of peasants in Kvemo Kartli region of Georgia.He was separated from his parents,brothers and sisters at the age of 5.This happened because he was kidnapped by thugs who traded with slaves.These thugs took him to the Ottoman capital-Istanbul,where he changed several masters and eventually ended up with the man called-Mustafa.He bestowed 11 year-old Davit to the governor of Iraq-Suleiman pasha the Great,who was Georgian.This governor named him Davut and send him to the islamic school-Madrassie.There he learned islamic law,Quran and oriental languages:Arabic,Ottoman Turkish and Persian.He learned all of these subjects very well and as a result,his master paid him special attention.Suleiman personally taught Davut horseriding,swordsmanship and archery.After finishing his studies Suleiman released Davut from slavery and made him free man.Davut became his official bodyguard.At the age of 27,Davut got married with Suleiman's daughter-Rabia.They had 3 sons and 1 daughter. In 1822,he officially became the governor of Iraq.He made Iraq flourish with irrigation channels and wells.He constructed libraries,mosques,silk factories,public bathhouses,hospitals and bridges.He also founded the very first publishing house in 1828-1829.Besides,he had extremely strong army that consisted of 100 thousand Georgian mamluk soldiers.This army was divided in 3 units among his 3 sons.In 1831,he attempted to make Iraq independent from Ottoman empire,but he failed and was captured by Ottoman forces with his family.The Ottoman sultan-Mahmud II exiled him in Bursa(City in Turkey).

One day harry got hit by truck and he gon in Another world, their he buy slave family's

Mc in new school, all classmates mother are came in school and he get their a new friend.

Classmates bullies my mother

Princess Yseldra calls me sweet things. She whispers sinful ones. When the king and queen passed, her treatment toward me changed.

Six kings, Six realms Merfolk, Witches, Lycans, Werewolves, Mankind, Demons, stood divided by nature but united by a common factor, fear- for one. Avalon - home to demons. King Eldron ruled Avalon with a cold, iron fist but it was his youngest son Prince Damiel who struck fear in the heart of all six realms. Prince Damiel is the illegitimate child of King Eldron, his mother a myth, no one knows who she is or how she came. Damiel was like a blade drawn from darkness, born with silver molten eyes, rumored to the the ashes from  hell, silver haired, red blood like lips, pale flawless skin, a sculptured face with an angels beauty and a demon intent, he was a beauty too much for this word. His shadows stretched farther than any crown, and the mere echo of his footsteps was enough to quiet enemies and silence kings. A legend whispered in trembling voices the god of war, the devil incarnate. Yet fate was never satisfied with a single terror. In Asheville, home of humans, there lived a girl too gentle for this world. Reyna, an orphan, a beauty with night black hair, ocean blue eyes, sold by hey stepmom and stepsister in the feast of selection. Where Damiel was Forged in darkness, Reyna was born in light. Where he commander fear, Reyna inspired tenderness. And destiny with a cruel careful hand, was preparing to collide their worlds

A story of a random guy who, for some unknown reason, found himself reincarnated into the RPG game's main character, the crown prince Zarba Altra Zigma of the Great Golden Empire. His reincarnation is, of course, coming along with a cheat, as the mysterious Spamming Summon System (SSS) that can spam summon units endlessly now becomes his number one tool for drowning his enemies alive with bodies. Well, usually, the protagonist will have to do his best to survive and deal with countless external and internal problems of his empire, including his father, the mad emperor, but being the pragmatic man that he was, the reincarnated prince just went, "Nah, I'm good!" and decided to abandon his empire to its doom instead! This is not the story about the struggle of the protagonist to hold his crumbling empire together but a story of a normal selfish man who is just trying to live his second life in peace within this fantasy world of swords and magic. ÷×÷×÷ What to expect in this story: an adult MC from the start, an MC decently strong from the start, a very pragmatic MC, a lot of summons, a slave harem but also a non-slave too, a pretty lighthearted story, no cheap drama bullshit, the author's unique sense of humor (lol), the MC already in a relationship with the main love interest (you can say they are a power couple, I guess?), mature (ecchi, not smut) scenes, and not a lot of info dumps and world building (there is some but not much). The chapter release schedule is unavailable at the moment. I just started my new job, sorry. English is not my first language, so expect some grammar, but it should be minimal enough that you can ignore it.

In a world ruled by clans that controls mega cities When the Return Pulse a long suppressed force began to awaken around the world cracks began to appear in the carefully controlled order . Unlike people who rely on genetic modification and transcendental power to control the world Reincarnated Ash possess a secret that could over turn this entire controlled order A Hypnosis system that helps him control minds and Alongside the Black Index, a archive of forbidden knowledge that allows him to create contracts and tools capable of controlling minds and helps him grow stronger in this world filled with dangers. This time will Ash be able to protect the people he love and keep them safe from the enemy hidden in the dark Let's find out.

The air in the brothel was thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Laughter and moans echoed from the rooms upstairs, but in the backroom, the mood was cold and tense. Rosa paced the cracked tile floor, arms folded tightly. Her face was tired, makeup smudged from the long night. "You said five thousand," she snapped at the man sitting across from her. "She's worth more than that." The man wore all black. A small scar ran across his cheek. He leaned back in the chair, unfazed. "You're lucky Luciano's even interested. He doesn't take girls off the street. He wants silence, loyalty. No attitude." "She's quiet," Rosa insisted. "Obedient. She won't be a problem." In the hallway, just beyond the door, Isla stood frozen. She held a tray with half-filled glasses and a dirty ashtray. Her name. She had heard her name. She stepped closer to the door. "She's still untouched, right?" the man asked. Rosa's voice was cold. "Of course. She's clean." Isla's stomach turned. Her heart pounded against her chest. She stepped back, bumping into the wall, knocking over a broom. The sound echoed through the hallway. The door creaked open. Rosa's eyes narrowed when she saw her. "Isla," her mother said sharply. "What are you doing here?" Isla stepped into the room slowly, confused, afraid. "Mama… what are you talking about? Why are they asking about me?" Rosa glanced at the man, then looked away. "It's nothing. Go back to your chores." "No." Isla shook her head. Her voice trembled. "You said I didn't have to work upstairs. You promised—" The man stood. He looked Isla up and down, like he was sizing up meat in a butcher's shop. "She'll do," he muttered. "Mama," Isla whispered, her voice cracking. "Please... what's going on?" Rosa looked at her daughter, but there was no softness in her eyes. Only exhaustion. "You'll be better off with him, girl," she said flatly. "He can feed you. I can't." Isla's lips parted, but no words came out. She felt like the floor had dropped beneath her. The man turned away, walking to the side door. "He's waiting." The door opened wider, and Luciano stepped inside. He was tall, dressed in a black suit with no tie. His coat hung open, his hands in his pockets. His face was clean-shaven, sharp, dangerous. Eyes like polished stone locked onto Isla. Silence fell in the room. Luciano stepped closer. He said nothing at first. Just looked at her. "Name?" he asked finally. Isla swallowed. "Isla." He tilted his head slightly. "Age?" "Seventeen," Rosa said quickly. Luciano raised an eyebrow. "Looks older." "She's mature for her age," Rosa added. Luciano took a slow step toward Isla. She backed away instinctively, but he stopped in front of her. He reached out, gently tilted her chin up with one finger. "No scars. No attitude." His voice was smooth, but cold. "You'll learn." He turned to Rosa. "We're done here." A thick envelope hit the table with a dull thud. Rosa picked it up without hesitation. Isla's eyes widened. "You sold me...?" Rosa didn't answer. She turned her back, pocketing the money. Luciano gave Isla one last look before nodding to his man. "Take her." As rough hands grabbed her arm, Isla struggled. "Mama, don't let them take me! Mama!" But Rosa didn't turn around. She just lit a cigarette with shaking hands. And let the door close behind her. *********************************** The car door slammed shut behind Isla before she could even look back. She sat pressed against the door, eyes wide, her hands shaking in her lap. The leather seats were soft, too soft. The air inside smelled like cologne and expensive silence. The man from earlier—Luciano's right hand—sat beside her. He didn't speak right away. He just looked ahead, sunglasses still on though the sun was fading outside. "I'm not a thing," Isla said finally, voice low. "You can't just take people." He turned to her slowly. "You are now." Her mouth parted, but no sound came out. "My name's Enzo," he added, flatly. "Luciano's second. You listen to me, you stay alive. You

[MATURE 18+ ADULT CONTENT: Features Graphic Violence, Dark Themes, and WLW/Bi Romances.] ... In a world of magic-wielding Houses and dragon lords, a fallen princess climbed her way from brutal slavery to power. After her family's greedy wars lead to their downfall, she is enslaved and endures harsh, adult trials. With forbidden passions, bloody fights, and kingdom rebuilding, she commands the last dragon to rise again.

Swapped at birth, Bella Fairfax was robbed of her noble legacy and left to a life of abuse. Reclaimed by the Duke of Fairhaven’s estate, she finds not a home, but the heartless rejection of a family devoted to their manipulative adopted daughter, Ivy. Their betrayal sets a dark plot in motion, designed to shatter her completely. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Bella is cast into a brutal military camp for three years. She returns scarred and hollowed, her spirit forged into an unbreakable vow for vengeance. From the shadows emerges the commanding Prince Caspian Montgomery, captivated by her fierce resolve. He wields his influence not only to shield her, but to elevate her, punishing anyone who dares to cross her. Haunted by a regretful ex-fiancé and a lost love torn away by politics, Bella is drawn into a dangerous alliance with Caspian. Can she entrust her fate to a prince whose possessive protection is as intense as his desires, or will her relentless hunt for justice consume everything she has fought to reclaim?

Karen had been standing in the rain for God knows how long. Her head hung low, eyes fixed on the wet ground as she swallowed hard again and again. She kept waiting—until the sharp scrape of metal rang out behind her. When she turned, the first thing she saw was a pair of headlights cutting through the downpour, blinding her vision. She raised a hand to her forehead, squinting against the glare. One man stepped out, opening an umbrella—only to hand it over to someone else. That second figure took the black umbrella and walked straight toward her. It was him. The last man she wanted to see. He looked at her with no expression. One hand on the umbrella, the other shoved deep in his pocket. His voice came low, calm, and calculated. “What are you doing here?” Karen licked her cracked lips, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. “I…I’m offering myself to you.” “I’m not interested anymore,” he said flatly. “Why would I waste my time waiting for you?” Karen clenched her fists tight, swallowing what little pride she had left. “Because you said it yourself—you wanted my body.” “You’d sell your body to me?” His words were sharp, unapologetic. Karen gave a stiff nod. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he bent slightly, grabbing her chin with a rough hand, his eyes glinting. “You know you can’t leave… not unless I decide to let you.” Karen nodded again. His mouth curved in the faintest, coldest smile. “Then get ready, Karen.”