“You need a wife.” She said. “What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive. “I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. “Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline. “I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. Without giving him time to react, she kissed him. Damn! She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her. She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love. This was not love. Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more. And she should feel the same way. No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier. Then, she gradually pulled her lips away. “Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity. “No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his. Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it. “And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple. The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her. “As I said, marry me?” *** Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

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.

The century-old war between witches and werewolves has finally ended. Peace reigns. Or so it seems. Because that peace came with a price. Something stirs in the shadows. Dark creatures now hunt wolf, witch, and human alike. The world needs a savior... one born of chaos and magic. Celeste Bloodoak was supposed to be that savior. Daughter of the North American Alpha King and his hybrid Luna Queen, she should’ve inherited greatness. But she didn’t. Wolfless. Nearly powerless. Scorned by her peers, rejected by the Alpha she loves and pitied by her own family, Celeste has always lived in her twin brother’s shadow. Until she meets him—a man forged in blood and darkness. A creature that shouldn’t exist. A vampire. And as if resisting that dangerous pull weren’t enough, Celeste’s world shatters during Bloodoak Academy’s Mating Ball... when she discovers she’s mated to four men. Not one. Not two. FOUR. Her arrogant Alpha ex. His calm, calculating Beta brother. A witch who wants nothing to do with her. And the mysterious vampire whose kiss tastes like sin. One girl. Four mates. And a bond that could save—or doom—the world. In this dance of blood, power, and forbidden desire, will Celeste rise as the prophesied heir… or fall to the darkness that calls her name? (TRIGGER WARNING: Mature content and dark themes ahead.) ~~~~~ 100 powerstones at the end of a week= 2 bonus chapters. 100 golden tickets at the end of a month= 3 bonus chapters.

The first time the curse spoke, Phobos was nine years old. It spoke in the dark between thunderclaps, when the mountain wind crawled down the chimneys of Blackridge Keep and made the torches stutter like nervous hearts. He woke with his teeth aching and his palms slick with sweat, and he heard it as clearly as if someone stood at the foot of his bed. Hunger. Not for food. Not for blood. For control. In the years after, Phobos learned the rhythm of it. The curse didn’t roar every day. It waited. It watched. It tightened when he was tired, when he was angry, when the pack needed him to be more than a boy. It was patient in the way old, ugly things were patient. And it belonged to his bloodline. Every Alpha of House Dreadmoor was born with strength enough to break stone and with a darkness that wanted to break everything else. Their power had built the fortress, carved their borders, and made rival packs whisper their name like a warning. But power always charged a price. Phobos paid it in sleepless nights and in careful distance. He never let anyone close enough to see the moment the curse would tug his temper into something sharp, something cruel. He never let anyone close enough to bleed because of him. And when he became Alpha, the curse did what it always did when Dreadmoor men rose to the throne. It demanded a mate. Not love. Not warmth. A lock. A chain. Something it could wrap around. So Phobos swore he would never take one. He would lead alone. He would keep his hands clean. He would be the monster people already believed him to be, without giving the darkness a doorway into something tender. For three years, it worked. Then a girl arrived at the edge of his territory with snow in her hair and a scent like moonlit lilies bruised under boots. And the curse held its breath. Her name was Mia, but they called her Luna. Not because she was someone’s mate. Not because she belonged to any Alpha. Because she didn’t. She belonged to the night itself. She came to Blackridge on a trade caravan that should’ve never made it through the Frostjaw Pass. Half the guards were limping, one wagon was missing a wheel, and the leader looked like he’d aged a decade in a week. Phobos stood at the high gate as they approached, the winter sun behind him, his cloak unmoving in the still air. Wolves flanked him, silent and massive, their eyes pale with the strange light that came from living so close to the mountains. His Beta, Rook, leaned in slightly. “If they’re lying about why they’re here, I can have them turned away in a breath.” Phobos didn’t answer. His attention fixed on the third wagon. A figure sat at the back with her knees drawn up, gloved hands wrapped around a small satchel like it was the only thing she owned. No fine jewels, no loud color. Just dark fabric and a hood pulled low. She lifted her face as the caravan stopped. And something in Phobos’s chest—not his heart, not quite—shifted. Like a lock remembering its key. The curse didn’t speak. It smiled. Mia’s eyes found his. Not in worship. Not in fear. In assessment. Like she’d been taught to look at storms and decide whether to run or to build a shelter. Phobos took one step forward. The wolves behind him tensed. The caravan leader bowed low. “Alpha Phobos of House Dreadmoor. We come with trade, as agreed. Salt, iron, winter herbs—” Phobos’s gaze stayed on the hooded girl. “And the passenger?” The leader hesitated. “She’s… she’s with us only for safe travel, Alpha. A healer. Quiet. Keeps to herself.” Mia’s gloved fingers tightened around the satchel. Phobos’s nostrils flared once, slow. Her scent drifted again, faint through the cold, and it hit him with a strange softness that had no place in his life. Moon. Warm skin. A thread of wildflower. And under it, something older. Something like silver on stone. He didn’t like it. Not because it was unpleasant—because it was dangerous. Because it made him want. His voice came out low. “Na

[WARNING]: Extreme Sexual Situations BDSM Very Dirty Talks Explicit Sexual Content 18+ ONLY Humiliation & many more. ____________________ Witches — Werewolves Imagine being fated to not one, not two and not three but four Alphas who hates you with all their being. This is Heaven’s life. She’s confused and doesn’t know what to do. But when the they find out what she is and stop hating her and beg her to take them. Will she forgive them Or Will she treat them like shit just like they’ve done to her for SIX years? WHY DON’T YOU READ TO FIND OUT!!!! : ) ————— I ran towards the door. I wanted to escape. I couldn't watch this happen. My mates were in bed with another woman right in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" Damian said, looking up from Sofia's mouth. "Oh Heaven , you need to stay and watch how real men pleasure me. Maybe you will learn something," she said with her evil smile plastered on her face. I shook my head frantically. I didn't want to watch. I couldn't watch . I might end up fainting from heartbreak. I reached out to the door, before I could open it, Dylan moved with supernatural werewolf speed and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the door. "Why don't you ever listen?" he asked, irritated and annoyed at me wanting to escape their cruelty. He dragged me towards a chair by the corner of the room. I struggled and struggled with all my strength to break free from his grip, but it was too strong. He pushed me onto the chair, then Desmond came behind holding a rope in his hands. My eyes widened in horror, and my heart began to beat faster when I realized what they were about to do. I tried to scream but I couldn't. I began to cry heavily as tears dripped down my face. I looked at each of them, and they all had smiles on their faces. They were excited. Sofia had the biggest smile. I was helpless and trapped. I was a prisoner in my own marriage. ******** For Six years, Heaven Hale has lived as less than nothing. Once the cherished daughter of the Pack’s Beta, she became a slave the day her father was accused of treason and executed alongside her mother. The trauma stole her voice and she became mute and even her wolf had refused to resurface. She tried to survive the pack by being invincible as much as possible. Worst of all, Sofia Cromwell, her childhood best friend had turned on her. When Heaven fell and became nothing, Sofia chose power over loyalty and became her cruelest enemy, She began to treat her lower than a servant, punishing her without any good reason. She became the quadruplets favourite and the future Luna of the pack. The Bloodstone Quadruplets, Damian, Damon, Desmond, and Dylan the Alphas of the Full Moon Pack were once Heaven’s protectors and childhood friends also turned their back on her, they had promised to be their mate but now, Sofia was all over them , they did everything Sofia wanted them to do. They only see her only as the Daughter of the man who tried to kill their parents and destroy the pack. Until every thing changed, On the night of their ascension, a silver mate bond appears before the entire pack not on Sofia’s wrist, but on Heaven’s. The bond ties her to all four Alpha brothers. A mute, wolf-less servant and a hybrid… Mated to the Four rulers of the pack. It should never have happened. It should have been rejected. ————— Heaven finds out that her whole life was a lie and that she wasn’t who she though she was. How will she survive amongst people who hated her kind and wish to see them burnt at the steak? P.S: From now on, we’ll have two chapters updated daily

Give this book a chance y'all, you won't regret it. . . "He had no idea she had a death day." She has 30 days to live. He has no heart to give. Elise Griffin wants one thing before she dies... to feel loved. Lucien Voss is the last man who should be capable of love. A cold heartless billionaire whose brutal rejections have left a trail of broken hearts behind him. Their worlds collide and their perfectly curated lives get interupted. But what Elise doesn’t know… is that their story began long before this lifetime. He once lost her. Now fate has returned her to him... and he has no idea. ---- A Beast Swallowed by His Maid is a dark billionaire romance about Lucien Voss, a cold, powerful billionaire wrapped in secrets too dangerous to surface. His perfectly controlled world begins to crack the moment he meets Elise Griffin, a daring maid who does the unthinkable… she asks him to be her boyfriend. What starts as curiosity turns into obsession. What feels like control turns into chaos. As their bond deepens, the secrets Lucien buried for years begin to rise, one by one, threatening to destroy everything he has built. And just when you think you finally understand the story and the ties that bind them… ★BOOM★ An unimaginable plot twist hits, one that changes everything. But don’t worry too much… It will all pass. Or will it? ---- Reader Warning: This book contains: Toxic billionaires, Questionable life choices, Emotional damage, Dramatic love confessions, Painful secrets, Dark romance, Smut, and a girl who should’ve chosen therapy instead of a billionaire. But oh well, she had only 30 days to live. What would you have done if it was you? And oh, it also contains red flags. So much red flag that you get red reading it. Read responsibly. Or don’t. ---- This book is in the spirity award competition. Please support (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠). T for Thanks in advance.

"Mr. Kira, many people believe that the current dueling environment has become increasingly toxic, with dominant trends of heavy traps and defensive, closed-off playstyles. They say this unhealthy atmosphere was brought about by you, as the new generation's Duel King. What do you think about this?" a reporter asked during an interview. "Slander! Pure slander!" Kira was angered by this accusation. "Why say it was me who started this?" "Dueling has always been like this!" It's not his fault. Who let him play Yu-Gi-OH! Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on Yugioh. All characters, settings, and recognizable elements belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. I do not own or claim any rights to the original material. This story is created purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes.

Discord link: https://discord.gg/ZuWhkxeu7 Elementals, Enhancers, Beast Tamers, Artifact Nurturers – These four pathways define the magical world of Arcanists. But Finn, a former university student from earth, wakes up in a body treading a whole different path…A forbidden path: The path of a Soul Mage. Soul Mages are the ultimate parasites. They lack the ability to use magic themselves, but instead, wield the power to assimilate the mana-saturated souls of the dead. From every Great Arcanist that once lived, to every Calamity Beast, to every Mythic Grade Spirit Artifact… So long as they were dead, they were simply chaotic souls waiting to be claimed. ​But this kind of power does not come without cost. Madness, frenzy, mania, innate wills and primal desires of assimilated souls threaten to drive Soul Mages to total corrosion. In this new world, ​Finn finds himself thrown into the deep end, waking up as a Vessel already housing a full Parade of Chaotic Souls. Now, his body is a battlefield. The souls demand immediate payment, stacking Soul Debts that steal his senses, his consciousness, and his very humanity. ​But yet… it is this same overwhelming corrosion that causes the ultimate truth and uniqueness of his soul to surface…

A soul from another world awakens, descending from the bloodline of the mythical Thunder God from a previous life, inheriting the legacy of the Thunder God of Douluo. The Body Sect, a mysterious sect that was supposed to shine like a comet on the Douluo Continent ten thousand years from now, will face the fate of this anomaly? Watch as Chen Yi, with his thunderous momentum, sweeps away the filth of the world, judges the world's injustice, and brings the Body Sect to premature greatness! Tags: Genius, multiple female protagonists, semi-cool

Originally from the slums, Adam was chosen as a candidate for an experiment to ignite the Spark - an entity that gives superpowers. However, he failed and was thrown into the Dead Lands - the place the world became after the fall of the Last Star, beginning a new era for mankind, dangerous and unexpected. He faced against monsters and dangerous anomalies, sometimes creating artifacts - the miracle of this world. Killing his first monster in deadly combat, Adam became a Phantom - one who could evolve, endlessly moving toward power. Follow Adam on his journey, from fighting monsters and exploring Dead Lands to endless evolution!

Leo had a problem. Don't be like Leo! It wasn't that he was poor. It wasn't that he was unlucky. It was that he had been cursed, or blessed by the Accidental Tycoon System. The rules were deceptively simple. Any money he lost on an investment would be returned to him, doubled. His life's new mission was crystal clear. He had to go bankrupt. In a high-tech world of S-Rank Heroes, magic, and newly-contacted alien civilizations, this should have been the easiest thing to achieve in the galaxy. He just had to become the biggest, most spectacular loser the universe had ever seen. So, he tried. Oh, how he tried... He threw billions at publishing a dungeon guide written by a 10-year-old. The maps were in crayon, and it listed the final boss as a Big Grumpy Badger. [Breaking: New S-Rank dungeon called 'The Whispering Labyrinth' appears! All high-tech mapping drones fail. A lost F-Rank porter used the crayon guide... and it's 100% accurate. The final boss is a 50-foot divine badger. The Galactic Union has declared the guide a 'holy text' for exploration!] He bought the galaxy's most useless moon, planning to build a 'Museum of Paint'. [Alert: Ancient magical ley-lines discovered under the moon's surface! It's the only place in the universe that can safely grow the 'Star-Lotus,' the key ingredient for immortality!] To the Intergalactic Hero's Guild, the Magic Academies, and the Alien Federations, Leo was the god of investment whose every move was like 5D chess that ordinary people couldn't understand. Heroes would soar with his sponsorship. Alien emperors offered him their daughters' hands in marriage for a single 'tip'. But Leo just stared at his bank account, which now displayed his wealth that he couldn't use on himself, with tears streaming down his face. "Please," he cried, "I'm trying to fail! Why won't you just let me be poor?!"

Adam's life has been a huge disappointment. Growing up, he was a shy kid with no confidence; he had no ambition; he had no plans for the future. He didn't realize the time flowing by until one day he hit rock bottom. His wealth was taken away from him. He had nothing. Now he lives in a single-room apartment, he is making barely any money; he has no friends, no family, and no lover. He is all alone living a pathetic, miserable life. He is so pathetic that he died in his own apartment, slipping on a beer bottle. But fate has other plans for him. He didn't die but ended up back in the past with an upgraded body. Now, with another chance in life, he is determined to strive for greatness. ____________________ A/N - This is a smut-focused story. Expect a lot of sexual scenes.

Marvel and DC universe collapsed in a bang.. creates a Imposed world. But a research from the past came back with a virus that killed all the male population, A M-Day situation, except here all the males are gone. Then came the only boy, an immune person, but what is the scenario behind it? He went for a journey to find the answers, on the way he befriends some ladies, with whom he shares his past as well as future.

I don’t have a hero complex. I don’t intend to remain humble either. All I am is a Fan, of the grandeur that is Sumatra. This world has everything necessary to charm your inner child: Mountains that roll around like worms, seas that curl up like flowers, and majestic beasts that thunder your breath away. I’ve reincarnated many times on Sumatra, to protect it from external invasions while rejoicing its beauty. This time is no different. However, the current enemy is someone who has outscaled the power system. Hence, I will Regress Seven Times in an attempt to defeat the enemy. Why only seven, you ask? Because that’s all this Fan can hope to endure. Regressions come with risks and inclining baggage, after all.

"Could you survive a horror movie?" That's the question Riley must answer after he and his friends are lured to Carousel, a malevolent, inescapable town where horror movies come to terrifying life. Riley thinks he is in big trouble when he is assigned the Archetype, a minor support class with a nasty habit of dying early in the script. At first resigned to a fate of dying over and over again, his luck changes when he unlocks the trope. As long as he can convincingly pretend he hasn't noticed the monsters and slashers hunting his team, they cannot harm him. At first, the ability appears to be a cruel joke. But in Carousel, the script is everything. Riley realizes that with a little bit of acting and some clever exploitation, his "useless" class might just be his greatest strength. What to expect: - Strategic LitRPG gameplay and clever exploitation of movie tropes. - Perilous storylines pulled straight from your favorite horror subgenres. - Creative and deadly twists on classic horror movie clichés. - Moderate stats-based strategy where outsmarting the script is better than out-punching the monster. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a Original Novel and not a Fan-Fiction!!! The author of this novel is 'lost_rambler'. I found this and upload it here with some edits. If the original author wants it removed then contact me.

"Spread your legs." "Tsk." A slave to the city's system, Lancel was quite literally a slave to a witch whose only love language was torture to him. After a year of humiliation in the Witch City of Riviere, he finally escapes captivity, only to discover something even more dangerous. A system that allows him to form contracts with witches… and lets him steal their magic. "Take your pants off, Lancel." But why did they keep taking off his pants? —————————————— More illustrations in the server. Discord: https://discord.gg/zukKB2ppDp

Yao Yao was born as a little glutton, her appetite rivaling half a mountain. One day, the old Taoist who adopted her passed away in meditation. At just three and a half years old, Yao Yao had no choice but to pack her small bag and head down the mountain to find her senior master. By chance, she ended up saving a wealthy tycoon from a car accident and became the adopted daughter of the prestigious Gu family. At first, everyone in the Gu family opposed the idea. The Gu family matriarch tapped her cane and said, “Raising someone else’s child? Careful not to end up with an ingrate!” The Gu family head, Gu Xuesong, said indifferently, “Picked up halfway? Who knows what kind of trouble she might bring.” From the eldest to the seventh brother, their response was unanimous: “We don’t want a sister!” But this little girl, rejected by the entire family, proved herself after joining the Gu household. She resolved the business partner issues that even Gu Xuesong couldn’t handle, bringing in so many contracts that they couldn’t sign them all. She cured the Gu matriarch’s chronic leg pain, to the point where the old lady was now striding around effortlessly… Even the seven Gu brothers, one after another, benefited greatly from her presence. It was only then that the Gu family realized they had brought home a treasure. From then on, the Gu family’s attitude completely changed. The Gu matriarch: “Yao Yao, do you want some cream puffs? Grandma will buy them for you.” Gu Xuesong: “Yao Yao, do you want a private jet? Daddy will have one sent over to take you for a ride.” The Gu brothers: “Yao Yao, do you want…” And so, Yao Yao secured herself a meal ticket—one of the highest quality! ============= Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon.com/flokixy to get access to +40 Advance Chapters

Marcus Goldman, an Inventor and Engineer wakes up in a body of the Black Prince, Lelouch vi Britannia. Forget about Zero Requiem, we are conquering the Stars themselves! Well, Sh1t gets real. Why you need Geass when you can make Weapons of Mass Destruction in form of Mobile Suits?

Asher Graham has a secret he must protect, if he was to keep his Omega mother safe. All his life, he never truly belonged anywhere because they were always on the run. But when Asher figured out a way to stay alive, he took it, even if it meant enrolling into the deadly werewolf Academy, Stone Claw Academy, where cold, and ruthless Alphas were trained. His secret would have been safe if he hadn’t gone ahead and pissed off Stone Claw Academy’s resident bad boy and bully, Alpha Reed Jackson. Asher took what belonged to the devil and called his bluff, now he had to pay for it with the title he has fought to keep or his life. When Alpha Reed gained the upperhand and found out his secret, Asher had to dance to his tune by being his playtoy or lose everything including his life. The past came knocking soon enough, and now Asher has to choose between getting a clean slate or being with the man who had done nothing but torment him and make his deepest, darkest desires come true. Will Asher choose Reed over everything or risk what they have to get everything he has always wanted?

"The stronger the weapon you awaken, the greater your chance of survival.” That’s the law on Mars, humanity’s last refuge after Earth fell. After the mysterious death of the Red Space Dragon, the most powerful of its kind, the surviving dragons tore through Earth in a brutal war, each hunting the lost source of its power. Half the planet was scorched in their wake… and in the chaos, Gavin died. Crushed under rubble. His girlfriend was slaughtered. His dog too. Both gone. But death wasn’t the end. He awakens on mars - into the future, years later, in a new body. Stronger. Sharper. Not entirely human and with the new name; Tatehan. Mars, now colonized by desperate human survivors, is a harsh, dystopian, dangerous world ravaged by wild Martian beasts and alien threats. And here, power is everything. Survival depends on awakening ancient weapons — divine swords, elemental guns... But Tatehan awakens something else entirely, the lost spaceship of the Red Space Dragon. A sentient vessel. Alien. Unimaginably powerful. The ship grants him access to a mysterious system that unlocks alien powers, not all at once, but only through extraordinary feats. [You have awakened your first ability: Gravity Manipulation — Level One] Armed with this force, Tatehan will battle monsters, rival factions, and godlike threats. He will journey to Venus, Pluto, and Saturn’s moons. And from the ashes of Gavin’s past, he will rise, now as Tatehan, not just to survive, but to become a legend feared across the galaxy.

Raised on the sacred shores of Themyscira, Heron—son of Zeus—grew up amongst legendary warriors alongside Diana, learning that strength without honour is no power at all. Beloved by the Amazons, trained as an equal and marked by thunder from birth, he believed he knew his place in the world. But the gods rarely grant peace to their own children. Unbeknownst to him, Heron is destined to face threats that transcend the boundaries of Earth: jealous gods, power-hungry villains and alien forces who see him as a weapon — or a threat. Yet, amidst battles and prophecies, the greatest conflict may not come from the heavens… but from his own heart. For in the midst of war, a forbidden passion will be born — capable of defying ancient laws, dividing worlds and putting at risk everything he swore to protect. Between thunder and destiny, Heron will have to choose who he truly is. "This is fan fiction. I do not own the characters or the plot, except for the characters and plot I have created."

#BEASTTAMING #BLOODLINE #ADVENTURE Rebirth after death is already a miracle… But rebirth as a rabbit, the prey of both low-rank and high-rank beasts? Now that’s not even luck, that’s punishment. Linda Ein is born again—but in the Beast World—as a tiny, fluffy, high-value snack in a world full of predators. She discovers that the beastmen here suffer from a strange disorder that makes them shift uncontrollably between human and beast depending on their emotions, instincts, stress, or even random habits. They have no idea why this happens. But they assume it’s because their world lacks females, and that various mates for each of them will magically “fix” everything. Unfortunately for Linda and fortunately for them, Linda—now a rabbit—is the rarest female they’ve ever seen.  But Linda had one advantage no other creature had: in her previous life, she came from a family of generational zoologists, people who studied animals and passed it down to their offsprings the way other families passed down carpentry or smithing. She knew animal behavior, instincts, patterns, tricks. And this Beast World was simply… a very large, very chaotic research site. So when the beastmen begged her to stay, she lifted her rabbit ears and declared: “Perfection begins with giving me my own house.” “Done!”
“I need a store too. Beside it.” “Done!” “And… a generous supply of carrots delivered regularly. Two trucks a week isn’t bad.” “…..Done!” “Also, someone please tell that 1000-year-old flying snake to stop circling my roof.” “…” Suddenly, beastmen of all tribes are lining up, begging her…. “Queen Rabbit, please stay with me so I can stabilize!” “Me too!” “I want your presence too!” “Queen Rabbit, choose me!” Linda raises a paw. “Enough. I hear you. But this Queen Rabbit is a STEPMOTHER now so,….”

When Zenaris Online took over the world, Ray believed it was his chance to rise. Instead, it ruined his life. Unable to protect himself within and outside the game, he saw everything he built crumble until he got shot. But he wakes up in the past, on the day everything began. The day he got the Dungeon Master class. Even though he knew the danger of this unique class, he still did not give up and decided to take the hidden class and to have another blast within the game. Now he must command monsters, defend his dungeon core, all while evolving his creatures. In Zenaris Online, where conquering dungeons could change any player’s life, he had to defend his dungeon against them. If not, everything would end with his character’s deletion. But this time… A second life or not, this time, Ray plans to see just how far his dungeon will take him. If for that he has to stand against a sea of players, then so be it.

After transmigrating into the world of One Piece, Carlo is invited by Marshall D. Teach to join the Blackbeard Pirates as their vice captain. With Carlo’s arrival, everything begins to change. Backed by overwhelming Haki, monstrous physical strength, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, and terrifying combat talent, he becomes Blackbeard’s sharpest blade and the true force pushing the crew toward domination. Under his influence, the Blackbeard Pirates evolve far beyond the original timeline. Teach grows into an even more terrifying monster, while one dangerous powerhouse after another is drawn into their camp. As the Marines, the Yonko, and the World Government begin to feel the pressure, Carlo sets his sights on something even greater than piracy. Starting as Blackbeard’s vice captain, he will climb to the very top of the world.

PS: FL isn’t a pushover In her previous life, Marissa Austen and her sister, Ashlyn Austen were forced to choose between two men―Derek Thompson. The Grand Duke of Denver. He’s the cold, unfeeling older brother and Carlos Thompson. The bastard son of the Thompsons. He’s the charming, magnetic younger brother. Ashlyn chose Derek, convinced it was her path to luxury. But when she found her husband forever absent and unloving, whispers of his infidelity spread and was eventually thrown out of the duchy, envy consumed her. Meanwhile, Marissa’s husband was rising in power, day by day closing the gap with his brother and finally gaining the title of the Grand Duke. Blinded by jealousy, Ashlyn dragged them both to their deaths. When Marissa opened her eyes, she was back on the day their wedding carriages were arriving at the church’s courtyard. This time, Ashlyn insisted she switch carriage with Marissa. Her intention: To take the younger brother. But she never knew the truth: every of his achievements were because of Marissa, and he was not what he seemed. And Marissa was only too glad to claim the older brother as her own. What does fate have in store for the two sisters?

In a forgotten corner of the world, where tranquility painted the contours of the land, "Jumanji" lived a quiet life as a simple shepherd. His village was an extraordinary oasis of happiness, a place immune to sorrow, as if fate had spared it from the trials of time; its people knew nothing of tears or heartbreak. But fate never allows bliss to last untested. Overnight, a deadly and mysterious plague swept through the village, striking its corners like a silent hurricane. With a broken heart, Jumanji watched his world vanish before his eyes; one by one, his family members fell, until the village breathed only echoes and the ashes of memories. Amidst this ruin of death, the young man refused to succumb to the dominion of oblivion. He made a decision as mad as it was impossible: to embark on an epic journey through a perilous world, seeking a way to defy the laws of nature and bring his lost family back to life. Between a harsh world that knows no mercy and a dream that seems closer to a mirage… will Jumanji succeed in taming death and restoring life to those he has lost? Or will the cost of meddling with fate be far greater than he could ever imagine? Please note: English is not my first language. I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

He was the strongest warrior of his world, a man who slaughtered both heroes and villains alike, living only for battle, until he fell to a dragon god in his final fight and was given a second chance. When he opened his eyes in a new world, he realized his life had begun anew.

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In the original story, Xiao Yan started as trash. In this life, he starts as a God. After transmigrating, Xiao Yan discovers a monumental change in history: His ancestor, Xiao Xuan, didn't die. He became a Dou Emperor! Overnight, the declining Xiao Clan is the most terrifying force on the continent. The Three-Year Agreement? Nalan Yanran doesn't come to arrogantly annul the engagement; she comes kneeling, praying he doesn't reject her. The Hall of Souls? They aren't hunters; they are prey. The Gu Clan? Patriarch Gu Yuan practically pushes Xun'er into his arms to secure an alliance. With a Saint grandfather and an Emperor ancestor watching his back, Xiao Yan realizes one thing: "Cultivation is hard, but being the most spoiled grandson on the continent is much more fun." Nalan Yanran: "Thirty years east, thirty years west... please don't bully me for being poor, Young Master Xiao!" Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/LightKira10

The girl from the Scarlet Devil Mansion meets a soul from another world, and the two souls merge into one, creating a new Flandre with a brain and reason. After stepping onto another world called Terra, she looked up at the twin moons in the sky. "Ugh, I want to go home so badly, I miss the desserts my sister makes for me..." And so the girl embarked on her journey to find her way home.

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"