Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might

Hōjō Yoru transmigrates into a “daily-life” crossover world and grows up to become Tokyo’s picture-perfect golden boy—top of his class, unbeatable in sports, and effortlessly handsome. He thought it would be a calm, beautiful youth story… so why are there Devils straight out of Chainsaw Man? And what’s with these “vampires”? Human-like monsters that hunt at night, a camera that can photograph wandering souls—this world is completely not normal. Luckily, neither is he. The strongest Devil Hunter. A garlic-feeding menace to vampires. A hands-on exorcist who “sends spirits off” with pure physical force—also a professional photographer. A gourmet who specializes in tasting supernatural creatures. He makes his grand entrance! “Ouroboros—use your invincible Hōjō Yoru brain and think of something!”

Morgan never imagined that a single, accidental collision in a campus hallway would alter the course of her destiny. Rafael never imagined either that after centuries of existence as a vampire-a creature sustained by blood, power, and darkness-he would come to a halt because of a girl whose heartbeat he could not hear. She was supposed to be prey. She was supposed to be a target. But Morgan was no ordinary human. Behind her innocent smile and a courage far too reckless for someone so fragile, she carried something the vampire world had never possessed: empathy. And when a forbidden ritual was performed to shatter the cruel clan system, the world shifted. War erupted. Blood was spilled. Clans fell in a single night. The vampire order collapsed. For the first time, monsters began to feel. But every transformation demands a price. Rafael could annihilate an entire clan before dawn. He could survive any wound. He could exist beyond the limits of time. But he could not stop Morgan's time. The ritual that saved their world brutally shortened her life instead. White strands appeared in her hair far too soon. Each year, her breaths grew a little shorter. And Rafael could only watch-because he was eternal, unchanged, untouched by age. For the first time in centuries, he was truly afraid. Afraid of loss. Afraid of silence. Afraid of a heartbeat that would one day cease. This is not the story of a vampire who finds love. It is the story of a monster who learns how to be human. Of choosing-again and again-even when he knows that in the end, he will be the one left behind.

Aenys. A name which was not remembered kindly by history. Yet, this was the name that Prince Aenys Targaryen was saddled with. But as they say, a name does not define a person. With a prophecy looming over his family, what is his role meant to be?

A twin that should never have existed during the twilight years of the Targaryen dynasty. A new song shall be written.

One day. In the Kingdom of Aetherion, one day decides everything—wealth, fame, power, and the very right to exist as a noble. It is the day of the Rite of Manifestation, where years of mana cultivation finally take form into "Skills." In an instant, the System dictates a person’s rank, and their fate is set in stone forever. For Isaac Valerius, the hardworking but "talentless" second son of a fading Great House, this day was supposed to be his salvation. He had no genius, no natural spark—only a decade of grueling, soul-crushing effort. Then, the Altar glowed. To the world, Isaac drew a "defective" F-rank skill. To his family, he became a stain to be erased. But hidden deep within the System’s code, a different truth appeared. [Rank: SSS] Unknown to the Kingdom, and hidden from the eyes of the King, Isaac has drawn the only skill capable of dismantling the world's hierarchy. Now, cast out into the slums and forced to attend the Academy as a pariah, Isaac must survive the turmoil of a collapsing kingdom—all while hiding the fact that he is the most powerful anomaly the world has ever seen.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

"It seems your other mates caught your scent and are here for you," Edris said quietly as he slipped into his pants, his voice calm but his eyes unreadable. Suddenly shy, I pushed myself upright and moved to stand, instinctively trying to give him space, trying to create distance before questions could form. I had barely taken a step when their presence filled the space. "Going somewhere, mate?" Ronan's voice stopped me in my tracks. My cheeks burned instantly with embarrassment. "No," I said too quickly. "I was not running. I was just trying to give you guys some privacy." Kael stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. "Are you afraid?" "Me? Afraid?" I scoffed, forcing a casual laugh. "No way." I looked away, pretending confidence while my body betrayed me completely. "Really?" Kael murmured. "Because you look like you're shy and wanted to run, mate." "Let her be, she is tired," Edris said in my defense. "Really, brother? You pretend you don't want her when we're together, and then claim her for yourself the moment we are not looking," Kael replied, teasing but tense. Edris's gaze darkened as Kael and Ronan moved closer. "She is mine," Edris mutters, low, tense, as he watches. Kael grins, "She is our mate too. All of us." ---- As the only surviving heir of the Alpha King, Selena Blackthorn thought she had the perfect life. A loving father. A caring Mate. A rare bloodline passed down to her by her family. But she was wrong. After her father’s sudden death, Selena places her trust, her power, and her heart in the hands of the man she believes is her fated Mate. On their wedding day, beneath the Blood Moon, he repays her devotion by rejecting her, shattering their bond, and pushing her from a mountain to her death. She should have stayed dead. Instead, Selena awakens two weeks before the wedding ceremony, reborn with her memories intact and her long-silent wolf finally awake. The truth unravels quickly. The man she loved is her murderer. Her adopted sister is his true mate and accomplice. The life Selena believed was destiny was nothing more than a carefully constructed lie. This time, she is not the obedient Luna they expect. Drawn by a pull she cannot deny, fate leads Selena into the path of three rogue triplets—warriors exiled as boys for a crime they never committed. They are dangerous. Relentless. Untamed. And when the bond snaps into place, it is not gentle. It consumes her. Only then does Selena uncover the truth that has long been buried. The rejection was false. The bond was never real. The triplets are her true mates. Bound by destiny and sharpened by exile, the triplet helps Selena uncover the conspiracy that destroyed her family, stole her crown, and nearly erased her existence. Together, they will burn through lies, bloodlines, and false kings to reclaim what was always hers. This time, Selena will not be used. She will not be silenced. And she will not die quietly. Betrayed by One, Bound to Three is a dark fantasy romance of rebirth, body-positive power, false bonds, fated mates, and a queen who rises from betrayal to claim her throne on her own terms. ---- Trigger Warning: This story contains mature themes intended for adult audiences only. It includes dark romance, violence, power imbalance dynamics, emotional intensity, possessive relationships, and erotic elements involving one female lead and multiple male leads. Reader discretion is advised.

The signs were there. No one listened. Fifty years ago, a child was born with a prophecy etched into his mind: [The Ones Beyond seek the world and its Sparks.] He was not alone. Across the world, children followed—each carrying the same vision, each driven to madness by glimpses of a future no one believed in. They screamed warnings. They were ignored. Locked away. Buried. Then the world ended. The planet trembled. The galaxy convulsed. The universe fractured. Dimensional Gates tore open. Monsters emerged. Reality evolved. Survival became a privilege. — Uriel is a death row inmate, condemned for crimes that ensured the world would never mourn him. On the night of his execution, a stranger appears—calm, composed, and impossibly out of place. “I come from the future.” And with him, a way out. Not salvation. Not redemption. A bargain. Because no gift from fate comes without a cost. “Let’s make a deal.”

For centuries, the Eferim known as Anastasia has known only two truths: the cold of the chain and the heat of her master’s fist. A broken angel with sorrowful violet eyes, her very soul has been twisted by a lifetime of abuse, shaping her into a creature who craves submission and whose unique power turns pain into a pleasure she has never been allowed to feel. When her cruel sire, a brutish lord from the Patriarchs of Ash, abandons her in the forgotten dungeons of his keep, she is left to a final, silent death—to unravel and "return to ash once more." But her end is interrupted by a beginning. Vashti, the Unbowed, one of the thirteen primordial daughters of Lilith, arrives to dispense bored justice upon the petty lord who dared poach from her lands. After effortlessly turning the male Eferim and his guards to dust, a faint whisper of suffering leads her to the darkness below the keep. There, she discovers the chained, beautiful creature, and the moment she shatters Anastasia’s bonds, their souls collide. It is a psychic resonance of perfect, ancient dominance meeting a bottomless, desperate need for submission—a lock finding its one true key. Whisking Anastasia away from the cold stone of her prison to the dark opulence of a gothic manor, Vashti begins a dangerous re-education. She sees not a victim, but a flawless instrument waiting to be played by a master’s hand. In this gilded cage of velvet shadows and unspoken rules, Anastasia is introduced to a world of ritual, discipline, and a sacred power exchange that promises to transform her trauma into ecstasy. Under Vashti’s possessive, meticulous control, she begins to learn that her submission is not a weakness to be exploited, but a profound power to be wielded. But Vashti’s actions have consequences. The Patriarchs of Ash do not suffer the loss of one of their own lightly and send a cruel inquisitor to challenge the Matriarch’s power, an enemy who represents the very brutality Anastasia has just escaped. As the outside world threatens to shatter their burgeoning, obsessive bond, Anastasia must choose between the cowering creature she was and the devoted, dangerous consort she is becoming. Her past has come to reclaim her, but it will first have to face the unbowed will of her new Mistress. Combining the obsessive intimacy of *Carmilla* with the fated supernatural politics of *Twilight*, this is a steamy, sapphic gothic romance where the deepest scars hide the most profound pleasures, and the only thing more dangerous than a monster's wrath is her love. A/N: The chapters are rather long (approx. 3,000 - 5,000+ words).