[COMPLETED] Oliver Kardos was the General of Bierze and Guardian of the Realms. He had dedicated his life to fighting a thirty-year war in hopes of keeping his family and soldiers safe. However, when his tyrant king had no further use for him, Oliver was stripped of his titles and forced to bear the villainous name "Ghost". Before he was sentenced to die, he found that the war, which claimed countless lives, was merely a distraction so his king could chase a fairytale to grant a selfish wish. Aggrieved, Oliver wished for another chance in life. He was supposed to die. However, instead of death, he found that he was sent back in time before the war began. Determined to change his fate along with the world's, he will make different choices. Old mistakes will be remedied, past regrets will be rewritten, and former enemies will now stand by his side as allies-Including his past life's greatest opponent, General Draco of Rucrea. Sometimes, wishes do come true. ***Contains violence, strong language, and sexual content*** Fantasy|Magic|Male x Male

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

[LGBTQ+ ROMANCE] At twenty-two years of age, people stop aging. Only when they find their soulmate do they start aging again, allowing them to grow old with the person they love. Finally hitting twenty-two, Alexander Jacobi is excited to find his soulmate and grow old with them, knowing that he is most likely to find them between the ages of thirty and fifty. However, the years pass by and he continues to grow older and older with ever properly aging or finding his soulmate. There has never been someone who didn't have a soulmate, but there was always a first time for everything, and as the years pass, Alexander begins to believe that he might just be that first. Note: This story is from 2017-2018. Read it all you like but I swear my writing has gotten better

Harlan has a unique power, one that makes him see things others cant, and therefore got him thrown in an asylum when he was only a child. Now he's a reluctant hero, thrust into the profession since he lacked any other option. He's amazing at his job, and six years into his work, is the sidekick to one of the most notable heroes of his generation: Lavina. Unfortunately, he also hates being a hero, but there's one thing that makes it worth it. The numbered. A series of villains who appeared out of nowhere and have an exceptional skill at avoiding the law, heroes, and just generally winning or evading consequences. Consequences, which are the only part of Harlan's job he enjoys. Harlan wants to find the root of it all more than anything, and he's beginning to get close. He intends to find out at any cost. He intends to win at any cost. That, he's sure of. His drive is unmatched. Until something entirely foreign to him gets involved: Feelings. [WARNINGS: smut, gore, swearing, some heavy topics, morally grey characters (the usual)]

Basic Synopsis: Maki Tanaka is lazy. Really, that's it. Real Synopsis: Maki Tanaka had died after being pushed in front of the speeding truck. Without even a rest in between, he found himself transmigrated to the most innovated Otome Game of the Year called 'The Noblest of Love'. Honestly, Tanaka couldn't care less about being inside of an otome game. He couldn't care less about all the capture targets, the so-called villain, the heroine, and even less about the fact that he's supposed to be some cannon fodder for his brother, Edward, who is one of the capture targets, to step on. He just wanted to sleep dammit. After angering his father (therefore pissing off the rest of his family) with his listlessness, he was banished to Wisteria Estate on the other side of the capital separated from the main household. Which is awesome for Tanaka because he doesn't have to listen to his so-called 'family' prattle on and on about his uselessness. Even so, it seemed there are some things that he couldn't avoid... The villain for example. Tanaka: I'm sleepy... Villain: Then let me hold you in my arms while you sleep~ Tanaka: I'm hungry... Villain: Then I'll feed you~ Tanaka: I'm tired... Villain: A bath might help you relax. Just turn around and let me wash your back~ Tanaka: I'm sore... Villain: I can massage your body~ Tanaka: ...But it's your fault that I'm sore... (AN: The MC starts off as a child, so any romantic development would be in later chapters. Some innocent tofu-touching will happen early on though~)

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

Just coming home from his time in Afghanistan, Royal Marine Max Waters is surprised to find his partner with another man. Now, forced to uproot himself, Max finds himself in a little town where there seems to be an abundance of wolves in the woods. Not to mention the gorgeous Kyle River - who's name seems more than a little ironic. Credit to @Smxle_Laser for the new cover, thank you so much

Briar had no idea that the relationship he was in was unhealthy. Damaging. He could barely tell that everything he was, and wanted to be, had been repressed and kept away by the person he loved more than life. Or maybe he did know- did see- and just didn't want to acknowledge it. Content to suffer silently if it meant keeping his boyfriend happy. And what it took for him to see the love he could have, the acceptance he could experience and the freedom he could thrive in, were three people. Three amazing, gorgeous and polyamorous people who used a cheeky fox to sneak their way into his life, a daddy he never knew he needed to break down his walls, and a sadistic dominant to lead him into a lifestyle he had always been afraid of. And afraid, Briar was. Afraid that the person he became around them, the person he could see himself thriving as... he was terrified that it was all too perfect for someone as imperfect as him. Briar; a Little lost in a big, cruel world. *******************

BOOK ONE Demitri Inou is an assassin of the new government, molded and manicured into the perfect pet. Obedient and submissive, he'll do anything the Con Rồng tells him to because he knows the consequences of disobeying them, but even through years of torture and instilled fear, he remains somewhat defiant towards his handlers. Though he's lost all humanity, virtue, and hope of being free, he refuses to completely succumb to them, and uses his hatred towards them to fuel each assassination. Being the skilled killer he is, it isn't at all surprising when the leader of the Con Rồng sends him on a mission that could either end the new government or boost their following and power. A mission to eliminate the leader of the Phoenix Rebellion, Phoniks Vidroh. At first it seems like just another mission, another simple assassination, but things go terribly wrong, and Demitri finds himself smack in the middle of the rebellion, fighting against the strings that tie him to the Con Rồng, and the hope of freedom and safety with a childhood friend he'd always assumed to be dead. "... and even as the world is consumed in the flames of evil, the strong will continue to rise from the ashes." ((rated M, will contain explicit content, sexual themes, rape, blood, violence, & mature language.)) **cover art by ChiyoPurr on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/chiyopurr**

[Complete, +18, MxM] No vampire is allowed in Gadrel; and that's why Barmond, weak and expendable half-blood vampire, is sent there to spy on the powerful incubus that rules over it, lord Ranphoros. During his stay, he comes across handsome, powerful, werewolf pack leader Hugo, although that's not supposed to be good news: the man just so happens to be Ranphoros's second in command. Of course, the last thing Barmond wants is to be noticed by him. And, of course, because of his rotten luck, this is exactly what happens. Barmond will soon learn that to catch Hugo's attention in quite an intense experience... just not in the way he thought it would be.