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(DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real places, people, or events are purely coincidental.) In a world of magic, being born without it makes a person ordinary. Unless the rest of the family has it, then it makes them a waste of space. And if the family is well-known? Then congratulations!!! You are a stain on your families name and are probably despised by most people you know. Safe to say that you are probably desperate enough to jump at almost anything that could get you out of this situation. "The deal is simple, I give you missions, and if they are completed, I give you power, what do you say?" The grin stretched even larger as the spectral being held out a translucent hand. "What kind of missions?" "Don't worry, from what I can see, they won't violate your moral compass." ... "Deal."

Six months of silence. One forbidden truth. He left to protect the life growing inside him. When Ilior is dragged back to the man he ran from, emotions erupt, old scars resurface, and love turns violent. But this time, he's not just fighting for freedom... he's fighting for two.

Elara’s first life crashed hard. Cruel tricks ruined her name, broke her dreams, and turned the whole entertainment world against her. Friends betrayed her. Lovers sold her out. Everyone she trusted stabbed her in the back. The pain piled up until she felt trapped with no way out. One night, she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked to a river and ended it all in the cold, quiet water. Later, proof came out. Messages. Recordings. Everything showed she had been framed. People posted apologies online. But it was too late. She was already gone. The universe, though, clearly has a twisted sense of humor. Because somehow, Elara came back. She woke up in her own past, every awful memory still sharp in her head. Right then she made a promise she would never break: protect her grandfather no matter what, and never let anyone push her to that dark place again. This time she steps into the entertainment world with her head high. She trains harder, sings better, fights smarter. The same people who once crushed her? Now they get to feel the pressure. Love? Not happening. Her heart is locked tight. But why is it that as she rises and shines brighter, handsome, powerful men start circling her—guys who never even glanced at her in her previous life. The actor smiled at her during a press interview, leaned closer, and said softly, “We should have dinner sometime.” The footballer sent flowers so big they blocked her room door. The surgeon she met at a charity event checked her pulse and then forgot to let go of her wrist. The singer she collaborated with kept calling her name during rehearsals, as if the mic could not hear him well enough. Elara stared at the ceiling one night and sighed. She only wanted to sing. Why did everyone look like they wanted to adopt her, date her, or both? But the worst one came after a concert. The lights had just gone off. Her ears were still ringing. Sweat clung to her neck. She had barely stepped backstage when a shadow blocked her path. She looked up. The CEO of the greatest company in Aurelia stood there. The same man who once said her voice was “not worth investing in.” The same man who had made her life a living hell. Now he held her wrist gently, but firmly. “Let’s talk,” he said. Elara blinked. “About… sponsorship?” “No,” he replied calmly. “About marriage.” Her brain froze. “…What?” “I will give you everything,” he continued, as if asking for a glass of water. “Resources. Protection. Freedom to sing. Become my wife.” Elara stared at him, her mouth open, her thoughts running in circles. This was not how it was supposed to be. Why was the world now skipping steps? NB: This story is set in a fictional world. Aurelia is a country. Solmere, Veston, and Starfall City are the three capital cities of Aurelia. Other cities, such as Lorien and Crelou, are smaller cities. * * * * * Contains few queer characters, messy relationships, slow-burn romance, and some dark themes.

Rena is a student at a well-known magic school. Unlike the others, she plans to become a knight after graduating. But before graduation, she receives a love letter asking her to come to the back of the school. There’s a lavender hill there, beautiful and calming to look at. Strangely, after waiting for a while, the guy never shows up. Confused, Rena starts trying to figure out what actually happened.

The world is a game of numbers, and Han Jinsu is a rounding error. Since the "Veils" tore through reality, humanity has been defined by a single metric: Mana Capacity (MCAP). For the elite, it is a ticket to godhood. For Han Jinsu, a Porter with a permanent MCAP of 0.00, it is a life sentence of invisibility and ridicule. As a "Null-Boy" for the prestigious Iron-Blood Guild, he is nothing more than human luggage—until the day the numbers stop making sense. During a routine sweep of a C-Rank dungeon, an S-Rank anomaly—an Abyssal Arbiter—manifests. Trapped and betrayed by his own team, Jinsu is used as a sacrificial decoy. He is left to die in the dark, a shadow-claw pierced through his heart. But you cannot subtract from Zero. At the brink of death, a jagged, glitching system awakens within him: The Nihil Engine. It doesn't offer him levels, quests, or traditional skills. It offers him Erasure. Now, Jinsu has returned from the grave with a hunger that mana cannot satisfy. He doesn't just defeat his enemies; he consumes their existence, converting their power into Void Saturation. From the back-alley "Black-Market" dungeons to the gilded halls of the Nine Pillars—the corrupt titans who rule the world—Jinsu begins a cold, calculated ascent. The hunters believe they are at the top of the food chain. They are wrong. A glitch has entered the system, and it is coming to delete everything they’ve built. Warning: This system is not designed for your survival; every step toward godhood is a step away from your humanity.

Growing up in the orphanage supported by the Valor clan. Wren's life took a turn when he met Saint Tyris. He was not an orphan any more but a blade, a king born from darkness, forged in the era of the Nightmare Spell.

Living a rather mundane life, William Sigerson, a rising detective, finds himself tangled in a secretive mastermind's scheme to bring destruction to his world, changing his life forever. Wrongly framed as the culprit while investigating the crimes, he must first escape the clutches of the Enforcers, before leaving his country to form his own counterattack against the enemy.  Unfortunately for Sigerson, the opponent he's up against is far beyond his expectations. Alliances snap, war erupts, and chaos takes over the world, as he struggles to adapt to the constant fighting between countries with rebels and smaller criminal gangs all struggling among themselves to gain power for themselves. Zeppelins fly around like giant balloons, wreaking havoc. Steam-powered war machines shred through towns with ease. Soldiers ravage through the once peaceful lands of Ecclesia and Revalty alike, destroying towns and cities as the leaders of both countries go back and forth in the war, exchanging blows like chess pieces. Seeking shelter in a neighbouring country seems safe... until he finds out that everything had been planned from the beginning in order to trap him there. Even the Church has its own motives, pinning the detective down to prevent him from interfering with their nationwide propaganda. To defeat the demon pulling the strings, he must change his mindset to win. To dominate. Even if it means becoming a demon himself. WHAT TO EXPECT: A smart MC who doesn't act like a genius in one scene then finds himself outsmarted by a toddler Strategy. A lot of it. In fact, most of the story is actually one large scheme made up of tinier strategies. Worldbuilding. I'll try my best to provide as much detail and backstory on the different countries mentioned in the story. And lastly, battles. If you like battles with alliances, betrayals, and tactics, then read on... Chapters are published every Monday and Friday

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”

What do you do when the dead won't leave you alone — and neither will the king who consumes souls? Clara Peri has never known a quiet life. Since childhood, the dead have found her — whispering, pleading, showing her the things no living person bothered to witness. She has learned to carry their secrets carefully. She has learned to ask for nothing. She has learned, above all else, to make herself invisible. When the hundred-year peace treaty between the human kingdom and the demon world comes due, Clara is stripped of everything she has ever known and sent across a dark sea as a sacrifice to Azkiel — the Demon King who survives by consuming the souls of the living. He expects a sacrifice. Clara strikes a bargain: she will use her ability to speak with the dead and help Azkiel uncover the truth behind his mother's mysterious death. In return, he will stop killing the innocent. It should be simple. But it's not. Because the deeper they dig into the darkness of his mother's past, the more dangerous the truth becomes — and somewhere between the dead and the demon, the lines Clara drew to keep herself safe begin to blur. Now she must survive a demon world, a king who obsessively unsettles her more than any ghost ever has, and a secret that was buried for a reason. Some debts are paid in blood. Some are paid in something far more costly.

Alternative Tittle: The Second Male Lead’s POV (in an Otome World) ────────────────────────── Starting a forbidden relationship with the duke’s daughter was the most reckless thing Lucian had ever done in his life. Up until now, his only risks were hunting rare saplings from dangerous places. Now, he was breaking the nobles’ rules. And it backfired, horribly. Not once, not twice, not thrice but multiple times. He almost died once, lost a few friends, fled his homeland, and then almost died again, but here he was, not really learning. "So dumb," the devil voice in his head whispered in disdain, "How more idiotic can you get?" "As far as idiocy goes deep," Lucian answered, accepting the new path of his life, "And it goes deep. And wide." Goal: get wealthy and powerful enough to afford more idiocy Current arsenal: blood, sweat, tears, and pure wits Start point: gardener End point: unknown ────────────────────────── THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BEGIN AS YANDERE, BUT THEY WILL SLOWLY FALL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE AS THE STORY PROGRESSES. REMEMBER, THEY ARE PEOPLE FIRST, STEREOTYPES SECOND. TAGS: #twistedMC #manipulativeMC #YANDERExYANDERE #NO-NTR #loyalMC #loyalFL #insaneFL #evilFL #forbidden-love #you-can't-f‎ix-her-FL #NO-SYSTEM #pirates #secret-organization-building #territorymanagement #obsessive-love #comedy #conspiracy #businessman #moneymaking #mystery #Adult #Mature #extra TRIGGER WARNINGS: ROMANCE, Lovers to Enemies to ???, toxic love, conscious grooming, unreliable narration, trauma, self-aware hypocrisy, narcissism, superior complex, emotional manipulation, abuse

In the world of a wasteland, power is everything to the factions that govern it. And the only thing that means more than being in power, is the scarcity of water. Sixteen year-old Kozuna Ozukashi knows his goals of restoring the world to it's once beautiful state and unifying the clans won't be an easy task. However, when he realizes just what kind of fate has been thrust upon him, he'll never be able to return to his once normal life. *As part of my S.S.O.U Project (SSOUP), all chapters across Seven Seals books 1-4 are being updated for a mass quality increase. For book 1 on Webnovel, and any other books I choose to put on here, I'm posting these updates in bulk by story chapter segments as each chapter group is completed. I post smaller updates on my tiktok every now and again, but otherwise, the chapter counter below will display what has been updated and what needs to be updated.* One more note: Everything is being semi-rewritten and edited, but I'm not perfect, and I'm a solo act. Once all chapters are complete, I'm doing a complete re-read to ensure as little grammatical issues as possible. If you spot any, please let me know. Chapters Rewritten and Posted (so far) 13/30

"A L L  F O R  A L L"

What if the monster you were sold to wasn't the real danger? They call him the Monster. Nine wives. Nine graves. No heirs. I was supposed to be the tenth. Sold by my family to save a sister who betrayed me, I thought survival meant staying invisible. But when I healed Alpha Kael Cinderclaw in the snow, I accidentally bound us together, a mate bond neither of us wanted and neither can sever. Now I feel his rage like fire beneath my skin. He feels my fear like a blade against his throat. And the fortress that buried nine wives is watching us both. My family wanted me erased. His enemies want me dead. And Kael? He looks at me like I'm the one thing he can't afford to want—but can't let go. They wanted a sacrifice. They're getting an awakening. In a world where power is everything, the wolfless girl just became the Alpha's greatest weakness, and his most dangerous obsession.

Toshiro Hamada, a 28-year-old data entry clerk whose life was aggressively average, dies in the most absurd overkill imaginable, three trucks. He awakens in the body of Natsu Dragneel, Fire Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail, with shattered memories of the series and a terrifying new passenger: the Primal Dragon, an ancient entity whose awakening has ignited a countdown to dragonification. The only way to slow his transformation is through magical bonding, mates who anchor his humanity. But his first encounter with Lucy Heartfilia is not romance; it is compulsion, the Primal Domain overriding both their wills. Now Toshiro/Natsu must navigate a impossible path: manipulate the women he needs without losing himself, exploit his fragmentary knowledge of future catastrophes, and race against a clock only he can hear. The line between performance and genuine feeling blurs. The dragon waits. And Fairy Tail may never be the same. [Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and all associated characters, settings, and intellectual property belong to Hiro Mashima, Kodansha, and their respective owners. This is a work of fan fiction written for entertainment purposes only. No profit is made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, dark themes, psychological drama, and morally ambiguous situations. Reader discretion is advised. Some content may be triggering for some audiences. The story will be a harem. I don't want to hear complains about this later on. FUCK OFF!!]

FATED TO HIS DARKNESS "Are you trying to gain my attention?" he asked, a note of cynicism in his voice and gave her his devilish smile. ______________________________________________ "You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how... He does not love softly. He loves completely. He claims. He conquers. He destroys. Aliena was never meant to be seen. Abandoned by fate and betrayed by those closest to her, she survived by sheer will... until the Crown Prince of Nacrifa set his golden-red eyes on her. Sebastian is ruthless, feared, and dangerous. Possessive beyond reason, he binds her to him with a mate bond older than kingdoms, older than light. Her power awakens something within him...something dark, primal, and intoxicating. Wolves remember their masters. Witches whisper in the shadows. And the ancient forces of Hell stir… To be with him is to surrender. To love him is to risk everything. But she is his. And he will burn kingdoms, silence witches, and tear worlds apart before anyone dares touch his future queen. Passion, power, and danger intertwine in a romance where the night itself trembles…

All I had once known was darkness. A bitter cold and an empty void. This was my home. Yet to my dismay, it was stolen from me. In return, I was given a new life, a life as a human. Surrounded by such beings, I had come to know kindness, joy, and even love. Yet the truth behind their facade was all too clear to me now. Humans were no great thing I had to comprehend. They were merely beings here to serve my purpose... if I truly wished to be king. _______________________________ Working on dropping 1-2 chaps a week bare with me.. Just a fun project for now, but lmk if you guys like it

I woke up with no memories, trapped in a world where desperation, violence, and madness are everyday facts of life. The only person who seems interested in my survival is a mysterious woman named Evelyn, who treats my every struggle as entertainment and rewards my worst decisions. I don't know who I was. I don't know why she's watching me. But until I find out, I'll have to keep living. For myself. And for her amusement. __________________________ Disclaimer This is a non-commercial fan work created for entertainment purposes. Certain settings, factions, terminology, concepts, and intellectual property referenced within this story belong to their respective owners. Warhammer 40,000 and all associated names, characters, organizations, locations, and concepts are the property of Games Workshop Limited. No challenge to ownership is intended. All original characters, original plot elements, and original narrative content not belonging to existing intellectual property are the author's own creation. This work is unofficial, not endorsed by, sponsored by, or affiliated with Games Workshop Limited or any other rights holder.