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Douluo 2: Tang Sect Legend – Spear of Wind

Wu Xuan transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, awakening a Wind Element Martial Soul and a mutated Soul-Breaking Spear with Spiritual attributes—two top-tier twin Martial Souls. However, the fatal flaw was that Wu Xuan transmigrated to the declining Po Clan ten thousand years later. In this era of dazzling Soul Tools, hidden weapons were like fireflies compared to the moon. After nearly a thousand years of suppression by the Tang Sect's main lineage, three of the four major single-attribute families had perished, and even the once-powerful Po Clan, possessing the top-tier Soul-Breaking Spear, was on the verge of disappearing from the annals of history. Was joining the Tang Sect ten thousand years ago the right or wrong decision? To prevent her child from following in her footsteps, Wu Xuan's mother resolutely left the Tang Sect. Thus, a new chapter began in the history of the Douluo Continent. An era of zero tolerance for evil had begun! Evil Soul Master: What's wrong with being an Evil Soul Master? Should we Evil Soul Masters all die? Wu Xuan: Nonsense! If you don't die, am I the one who dies? Once you're an Evil Soul Master, you'll be an Evil Soul Master for life!! You dare to suck people's blood today, you dare to eat people tomorrow!! I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to listen!! Today is your last day to breathe freely!! You can beg me, but I won't let you go!! Xiao Xiao: Wu Xuan, what does this book mean by humility? Wu Xuan: Humility............... (Read 50+ Advanced Chapters At Pat Reon [email protected]/FicToric)
FicToric · 738.7k Views

A Werewolf's Unexpected Mate

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.
FantasiaLia09 · 194k Views

Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas)

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.
AlexisDee · 1.3m Views
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The Ember That Became God

The world ended the day the sky burned. From the depths of hell, demons descended upon the mortal realm, tearing kingdoms apart and driving every race to the brink of extinction. Humanity, elves, dwarves, and beastkin—once divided by pride and blood—were forced into unity under a single banner to survive. In their darkest hour, the World Consciousness answered. It created the System. A divine order that granted power, classes, and purpose. Warriors rose. Mages ascended. Legends were born. And yet… it was not enough. Billions died. Civilizations crumbled. Hope became a fragile illusion. Among the survivors was a boy who lost everything. His family. His home. His future. Left behind with only a comatose mother and a world that had abandoned the weak, he awakened a power that should not exist— Divine Fire. A flame not meant to protect. But to destroy. Gifted with inhuman learning ability and a class unlike any other, he begins his ascent from the lowest depths of power. But the path to the top is paved not only with the corpses of demons, but also with the greed, betrayal, and corruption of those he once called allies. The System has secrets. The demons have purpose. And the flame within him was never meant to save the world. It was meant to consume it. In a world where gods are silent and monsters rule, one ruthless soul will rise— Not as a hero. But as the Ember That Became God. ------------------- Hello Readers, From now on I will be uploading 2 chapters everyday to insure stability. I uploaded alot of chapters in the start so you can have an idea how the story is going to be... Hoping you would like it ... Please add it to your collection so you don't miss any updates And please I am a writer so If you have any recommendations mention them in chapter comments and post some reviews how do you find this book to your liking
Hamze · 6.6k Views
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Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.
Idiocrat · 90k Views

Took the Entertainment Industry by storm, Fan beg me not to kill.

Xiao He unexpectedly gained a criminal cheat skill that allows him to learn all kinds of crime-related abilities. —But the catch is, he has to keep “stabbing people” to stay alive. Xiao He: …I was a perfectly fine college student, who the h*ll wants to be a criminal?! Huh? There’s actually a loophole! By chance, Xiao He triggered a bug in the cheat skill. He figured out a way to substitute real crimes with acting performances and broke into the entertainment industry as a professional villain! He can be a refined yet depraved mu*derer, wielding a chainsaw and haunting everyone’s nightmares. He can be a heartless, despicable fugitive whose crimes are so notorious that the public wants him dead. He’s a romance scammer, a serial killer, a cold-blooded assassin… He’s actor Xiao He! —At first, Xiao He was just trying to survive by constantly taking villain roles. But unexpectedly, he rose to fame with his so-called “nonexistent acting skills” and became one of the hottest award-winning actors in the industry! Everyone in the business knows: the more people a script’s character kills, the faster Xiao He accepts the role. But outsiders say: He doesn’t look like he’s acting at all—better investigate him thoroughly! Even the fans are saying: Bro, please stop killing people! I’m seriously scared you’ll end up in jail! Yet, while the real “cancers” of the industry kept getting arrested, the one who looked most like a villain—Xiao He—kept thriving, even sweeping awards like crazy. Eventually, everyone was like: Whatever, let him stab people on screen for us. Just give him space.
Asanpi · 155.5k Views

My School Life As a Figuran

​"Beautiful..." Reina whispered. She took off her coat, letting the mountain breeze sweep against her white dress. ​I stood a few steps behind her, watching how the white petals fell and got caught in her black hair. In this place, with no one watching, Reina didn't look like "The Princess" or the perfect "President." She looked... fragile. Like the petals she was staring at. ​"Izumi," she called out without turning around. "Do you ever wonder... what if we had never entered that room? What if you had never agreed to work on those stupid fliers?" ​"I’d probably be a very successful unemployed person by now," I answered. "And you’d probably still be the most feared person in school, yet the loneliest person in your own world." ​Reina turned around. Her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me want to look away, but I forced myself to stay still. ​"The world out there is so noisy right now because of that video," she said. "Everyone has an opinion about us. They all feel like they own us. But here... under this tree, no one owns us but ourselves." ​She took a step closer. One step. Two steps. We were now only inches apart. ​"Tell me," she whispered, her voice nearly swallowed by the wind. "Who is Nakamura Izumi to Kurokawa Reina, when there are no cameras recording?" ​Love. ​The word felt foreign on my tongue. It felt too "shiny" and disgusting for someone like me. ​But, her silhouette under that white cherry blossom tree... the weight of her head on my shoulder... the way she looked at me when no cameras were watching... ​It all kept replaying in my head like a broken film that refused to die. ​My mind was spinning. I swallowed hard, looking into her eyes which reflected the shadow of the evening sky. I paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "For me, you are..."
Rareksha4qua · 4.5k Views

This Ghost King Has Loved Me for Eight Hundred Years [BL]

This is the story of a god who really should have given up by now. A young prince became a god a time ago. He was amazing at everything he did. Everyone loved him.. Then things changed and he lost everything. This did not happen once or twice it happened three times over eight hundred years. Each time it happened it was worse than the time Now this god does jobs that nobody else wants to do. He gets rid of ghosts. Figures out why places are haunted. He even goes to villages that nobody cares about to see if he can help. He does not have a temple or any followers. Nobody gives him anything. The god has to deal with three worlds all the time: Heaven, where the gods play politics and hold grudges, the Mortal world, where bad things happen and the Ghost realm, where everything is crazy. People he used to know show up and some of them are happy to see him but most of them are not. Things that happened a time ago will not stay hidden no matter how hard people try to forget. Then he meets someone This person seems to know a lot. They do not explain much. They watch him with a look even when they are smiling. This person helps him when nobody else will. They show up when things are at their worst. It is weird that they do this. The god and this person start to form a connection. It is slow and strange. They get to know each other during funny moments and neither of them really understands what is happening until it is too late. The story is like an onion. It has layers. The god goes on missions. Sometimes these missions remind him of things that happened a long time ago. When the god thinks about the past we learn why he lost everything and what he really lost. The story is about being kind when people are mean. It is about believing in something even when everything else is broken. It is about loving someone much that you will do anything for them even if nobody else notices. The god is not trying to take over the world or make everything perfect again. He is just trying to do things one village, at a time.. Even though he is trying to hide there is a ghost who will not let him disappear.
Kitrrige · 2.5k Views