"The world doesn't care about your stories. It only cares if you're still breathing." Eight hundred years after the collapse of the Zenith Era, humanity endures in the shadow of a forgotten science they have come to worship as divine: the Vein. In the East, the Sanctum of Aurelion enforces purity through fire that burning those whose blood carries the so-called sin of impurity. In the West, the Aurex Consortium refines human existence into a resource, feeding their vast industrial engines with the life-force of the desperate through a merciless system known as the Vein Tax. Vael is not a hero. He is a ghost walking a world reduced to ash. There is something wrong with him, something that keeps him standing when he shouldn't be, and leaves him emptier each time it does. He remembers nothing of what came before, only a cold, persistent instinct to keep moving. He does not seek to save the world; to him, hope is merely a slower way to die. But something long buried has begun to stir again, something even the Sanctum's fire was never able to truly erase. The Black Vein. It is not simply a disease. It is a refusal. A fracture in the system itself. A remnant of something older, something that should have remained forgotten. And somewhere within its silence, something is watching, through their eyes. Something that remembers a world before it turned to ash. When a fractured resonance draws Vael into the orbit of a girl protecting a forbidden truth, and a High Executioner whose faith has hardened into something unbreakable, he is forced to move through a land where every form of power is born from suffering. In a world shaped by the Vein, the question is no longer who will survive. But what it means to remain human when your blood is no longer your own.

They told me to pursue him. Eros - charming, reckless, unpredictable. Asmodeus - dangerous, vengeful, guilty. Two names. One man. This file was supposed to be evidence. Instead, it's a warning: never fall for the bad guy pretending to be good. Especially when he might be your last hope.

Once upon a time there was a tale not as old as time, a weirdly modern take of the fairytale on the beloved classic inspired by Beauty and the Beast. Oriel Harthorn had been cursed to become a monster. Being a prince no more, he had to find a way to break the curse. There was no such thing as true love like what was told in storybooks. For who could ever love such a hideous creature? In this version, there is no princess. Mei Arabella saw herself as more of a beast than a beauty. Would it be possible for her to be the one to help the beast? And can the enchantress who cast the spell be trusted? Who's to say that witch was really a friend or foe? Be my guest if you wish to give this story a try as it may have potential but is lacking a lot. Will there be a happy ending? Only time shall tell... (Cover made by me)

Book One of the Avarentia Chronicles. When Adair Delphicai, last king of the Kaels, is betrayed and cast into slavery, he expects to die nameless in the depths of the Varanthian Empire's ore mines. But fate has other plans. Beneath the surface, where goblins toil under orders from cruel task masters, Adair finds unexpected allies amongst these long scorned and misunderstood people. Together, they spark a rebellion. But the Empire is vast, its magic ancient, and its cruelty knows no bounds. As Adair leads a growing resistance, he must face the dark sorcerer of Roth, and the shadows of his own past.

"Abomination" is what describes him in her bible, and for a believer, wavering in her faith, the love and immortality he offers, is going to shake up her world. Would she give in to his temptation? Or Would he give up his life for her? Hello Aurora again, Here is my another story about the Alchemists (Zawgyi) and yes, this is an original piece, a standalone sequel from My Alchemist series. As mentioned in my previous book, all unauthorized publication, plagiarism, translation of the story is prohibited. I do not publish elsewhere except on this platform so, any form of copying the book would be regarded as illegal. As always, I love to hear what readers think about my work, so please feel free to leave comments, suggestions and constructive criticism on the chapters. I try my best to reply your comments asap, but do understand if I fail to notice a few since we have a major internet issues in where I live. with love, xoxo Auroral

At a certain medieval time, where a glorious empire stood firm between the other lands, Its tyrannical king sat on a throne forged by treachery and motivated by wicked dreams. Two destinies began to intertwine secretly under the veil of his demonic rein. A 17-year-old girl, Diana, was born under sorrow's watch on a grim night. Struggling with rejection and silence from her past, she spends her days scrubbing dishes and her nights sobbing, wondering - why of all the other girls - she was born motherless. But when dark forces descend upon her town, taking prisoners and peace alike, Diana is swept into a storm far more sinister than she could have imagined. Meanwhile, within the halls of the royal palace, a young prince becomes the centre of a deadly plot. Hunted from within and cornered by those he once trusted, his fate turns sharp when a mysterious maid makes the most daring decision to save him. And what began as flowering love, turned into a daily pursuit of death after them Can the girl attain peace despite the challenges in the forthcoming sections? Will the conspirators succeed in their sincere desire to eliminate the prince? Above all, what is the correlation that exists between them and the king? ***(No smut included )***

☆ SLOW BURN • DARK ROMANCE ☆ 〜 They burned her kingdom to ash. Now she sleeps beneath the roof of its conqueror. Clarice, last princess of Sahradyn, was meant to die with her family. Instead, she was spared, dragged across enemy lines and locked in a tower by the man who shattered her world. King Caelen of Velmoras is cold, calculating, and ruthless. He offers her only one choice: become his concubine, or rot in the tower. Yet even as Clarice plots her survival, something stirs between them. A pull. A thread. The old texts call it the soul-thread: a bond said to bind enemies as often as lovers, rare and perilous, long dismissed as myth. But Clarice feels it now, in every glance, every silence, every clash of wills with the man she should hate above all others. As war brews on the borders and kingdoms begin to fracture, Clarice must decide whether the thread binding her to Caelen is a curse to be severed, or a weapon powerful enough to change the fate of empires.

She is his mission. He is her temptation. Caught in a twisted web of technological secrets and alien manipulation, 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣 has only one chance to survive: 𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙚. Known as 'Void,' he is a soldier of Mutant Special Forces. Half-man, half-machine, totally cold and rude. The line between protection and attraction is very thin. ⋆ ★⋆ ★⋆ ★ ❝...His beauty isn't a gift, it's a weapon. Features carved in stone, a sharp jaw that emphasizes a 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮...❞ ⋆ ★⋆ ★⋆ ★ 𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗔 ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❚ Copyright © 2026 Lady Dark ❚ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 18+ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🪐 #1 in ❝cyborg❞ 27/03/2026

Alpha of the Nightingale City Wolfpack, Faang Syaoran, meets an exotic dancer, one night, at a highly lucrative club. In a surprising turn of events, his wolf spirit, the one living deep inside of him, falls madly in love with the dancer at first sight. It doesn't take long before Faang finds himself alone with the woman, being enticed by her dainty laces and salacious curves. Despite himself, he finds the willpower to hold back, and abstain from sex. There is something in her stare that doesn't sit right with him... Something his wolf is determined to eradicate by any means necessary. So, what happens now? ***Original Story, all rights are reserved to the Author (AKA Me)*** Caution. Contents hot. Hope you enjoy!