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Raze Cromwell was one who had suffered his entire life. A cruel upbringing that had forced his nature to turn sour. In order to survive, he did everything and anything he could, eventually giving him the name Dark Magus. A title that was only given to the very best of mages. “Everything in this world was taken from me, So I shall take everything from the world.” The five Supreme Magus had gathered to eliminate the great Raze, on his last legs, the Dark Magus had one more trick up his sleeve. Activating a forbidden spell, he finds himself living in another world, a world full of martial artists. A world where one could destroy mountain tops with their fist, but Magic still exists in the new world, and he’s the only one that knows about it. **** Note: Raze Cromwell is a character who briefly appears in My vampire system. (For 2 Chapters) There is no need to read My vampire system. Since this story is based on Raze before he became what he was in vampire system. Instagram: JKSManga Discord: jksmanga https://discord.gg/jksmanga

He is a powerful, gallant, aloof business tycoon. It is said that he's ruthless, kicking away women who throw themselves at him, but carefully cherishes her with unlimited affection, earning him the nickname "Wife-Protecting Fanatic". She, on the other hand, is just a notorious bad girl. She was on the verge of falling into the abyss when he saved her. Unfortunately, due to the disparity in their statuses, she was forced to leave with the little balls in her belly. Luckily, she obtained a dimension trading system that was beyond extraordinary. With this, the bad girl embarked on a path of counterattack and wealth, step by step climbing to the peak, becoming a grand winner in life. [Note: Set in a parallel modern world, 1V1, sweet pampering, refreshing plot, includes adorable babies.]

She had always assumed that her newlywed husband, with his staggering wealth, lacked the ability to procreate, so she was completely unguarded around him, failing to notice that someone's gaze was off... “I like women, our genders aren't compatible, let's get a divorce...” Su Xingyue came up with all sorts of reasons to divorce him, but Nan Yuling decisively, accurately, and ruthlessly cut off all her potential suitors, ensuring that she could only be spoiled by him alone! Besides that, he tirelessly proved it to her in person... Therefore, one day, Mrs. Nan, unable to bear the hardship, ran away from home once again... [He made pampering her a cage, imprisoning his love for her for a lifetime...]

Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian

When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.

Wanna see short videos of your characters, check out discord at the end of the synopsis Warning: Many, like way many lemons and smuts. C'mon guys, you know it's gonna be a good one there's no need to read the synopsis and everything down here, but for context, you can go on but the potential is the first ten chapters, it won't hurt to give it a go, just try it and then thank me later, oh, I will be the one to thank you I guess. See you on the other side. Let's goooo Infinity Money and Endless Smut, lemons. Only the good goode things... Also check out my review in the reviews section. ___ Peter Carter is a 16-year-old orphaned virgin nerd who gets bullied daily at Lincoln High. His escort mother died at birth, he lives with his nurse mom and twin sisters, and his biggest achievement is surviving lunch without getting his ass kicked by quarterback Jack Morrison. ___ Human! That's what I fucking was. Me and Tommy were bottom-tier NPCs in everyone else's highlight reel. All I did was study and jack off to porn, fantasizing about women I'd never touch—Madison Torres, Mrs. Rodriguez, Sofia Delgado. They existed in a universe where I didn't even register as human. But then everything changed. [DING! You have Awakened the Dark Lord Seduction System!] A system born from the sexual frustration of hundreds of thousands if not billions of women worldwide, my mission was clear: liberate sexually neglected wives, daughters, unsatisfied hot students, my gym instructor, CEOs, frustrated teachers, and touch-starved women while earning System Points that convert to real money (1 SP = $100). [DING! Abilities gained: Magical Fingers, enhanced stats, master-level skills... ... Advanced Knowledge downloaded: Master Driving, Massage God, Advanced IT...] The system transformed me from school punching bag to irresistible seductive Dark Lord. Every intimate milestone earns SP—from first kisses to full encounters, cucking husbands saving their neglected wives, widows, wives and mistresses of billionaires while walking on the tight edge of seduction and eventual death if I got discovered by these rich guys I was helping satisfy the wives they'd neglected. Now I'm living a double life: shy nerd by day, dominant seducer by night, making bank while giving desperate women what they've been missing. From bottom-tier loser to supernatural playboy. I turn these neglected women into my women, mine alone as we unleash our hidden desires and forbidden intimacies. — Discord server: https://discord.gg/XvZdpUCNZp

In the depths of Tobaballe, Nin Urtuan is working as hard as he can to rise up. But with so much competition, it seems like only luck will get you a better life. One day, in a seemingly unfortunate turn of events where he runs into the voluptuous and mysterious Spire-Lord, Iishar Ho. Taking Nin with her, she shows him a secret within the Crown, a means to get ahead. The path of least resistance is so enamouring.  Setting out for the shores of the Molten Sea, at the base of the holy Anvil-Peak Mountain, Nin loses himself in the wonder of it. Behind his back, another deal unfolds, luck not for him, but for those high above in the Crown. A slaver of an unknown, spine-quilled race shoots him unconscious. The slaver loads him up, ready to ship Nin and so many others off to Jherikra.  A land of towering mountains, emerald winds, arcane beauty and monstrous horror! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vol 5 Rewrite going on. (Multi-PoV, 1st Person) For reference: (If a chapter is marked with a ---- before Base, Incline or Peak, it means it is being edited throughout the day.)

[ MAIN STORY COMPLETED ] In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride! Except: My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away. “Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereens. “Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar. “Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail playing over the tip of my finger. I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.” He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licking it with passion. His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?" Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired. I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.” Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered. My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin. "You're not just a mere human... you are my human." He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin. Cover not mine. *** Original Story by: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM for original character arts: @authoralienfrommars Discord server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

(HAUPTGESCHICHTE ABGESCHLOSSEN) Im Königreich des Herzens, einem Reich, in dem Vampire herrschen und Menschen nichts weiter als Vieh sind, wurde Lilou, eine Bäuerin, von dem schlimmsten wahnsinnigen Vampir seiner Art gejagt. Doch so furchtbar, wie er sie als seine "reservierte Mahlzeit" bezeichnete, nannte dieser Vampir sie auch seine Braut! Außer: Meine Augen blicken voller Angst auf das noch immer schlagende Herz in seiner Hand. "Mein Herr, verzeiht mir, aber ... ist das der verdammte Beweis, den Ihr mir zu zeigen versprochen habt?" fragte ich mit zittriger Stimme, während ich mit zitternden Knien dagegen ankämpfte, aufzugeben. "Mhm ... glaubt Ihr jetzt, dass ich gut darin bin, Herzen zu erobern?" Der silberhaarige Mann mit den bedrohlichen tiefroten Augen starrte mich nach einem Nicken stolz an. Ich schnappte nach Luft, als er seine Hand zu einer Faust ballte und das frische Herz zerdrückte. "Ja, Mylord. Ihr seid gut darin, buchstäblich." Beschämt sah ich zu, wie die Teile des Herzens fielen, als er sich näherte. Bei jedem seiner Schritte wich ich einen Schritt zurück, bis ich mit dem Rücken an einer festen Säule stand. "Hm", kicherte Samael kurz und blieb vor mir stehen. Seine langen, spitzen Nägel, die mit Blut bedeckt waren, zeichneten meinen Ellbogen bis hinunter zu meiner Hand nach. Sanft klemmte er meinen Zeigefinger zwischen seine und führte ihn vor seine Lippen. "Aber habe ich deinen Test bestanden?" fragte er, während die scharfe Spitze seines Nagels über die Spitze meines Fingers strich. Ich starrte in seinen durchdringenden Blick, als ich zögernd antwortete: "Gerade so." Er grinste und nickte zufrieden, bevor er seinen Nagel auf die Spitze meines Zeigefingers drückte, aus der sich schnell ein Blutstropfen bildete. "So ein süßes Aroma." flüsterte er, nahm meinen blutenden Finger in den Mund und leckte ihn leidenschaftlich ab. Sein bedrohlicher Blick verließ meinen nicht, während er ein wenig von meinem Blut verzehrte. "Heißt das, du nimmst meine Einladung an?" Samael hielt meinen Finger zwischen seinen Reißzähnen und erkundigte sich. Ich biss mir unbewusst auf die Unterlippe, mein Herz in der Brust trommelte, während mir der Schweiß den Rücken hinunterlief. "Aber ... ich bin nur ..." Ich hielt inne und hoffte, dass meine Antwort dem Ganzen ein Ende setzen würde. "... ich bin nur ein Mensch." Samael schnalzte mit der Zunge, verärgert über meine Antwort, als er meinen Finger losließ. "Nein", flüsterte er. Mein ganzer Körper versteifte sich, als er sich vorbeugte und mit der Nasenspitze meine Schulter bis zu meinem Hals streichelte, während sein heißer Atem meine Haut kitzelte. "Du bist nicht einfach nur ein Mensch ... du bist mein Mensch." betonte er, bevor ich spürte, wie sich seine Lippen teilten und die Spitze seiner Reißzähne meine Haut berührte. Cover nicht meins. *** Original Story von: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM für originelle Charaktere: @authoralienfrommars Discord-Server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

Dans le Royaume du Coeur, un royaume où les vampires règnent et où les humains n'étaient rien d'autre que du bétail, Lilou, une paysanne, se retrouva chassée par le pire vampire maniaque de son espèce. Cependant, aussi terrifiant qu'il soit de l'appeler son 'repas réservé', ce vampire l'appela aussi sa fiancée ! Sauf: Mes yeux se gonflent de peur, fixant le cœur encore battant dans sa main. "Mon Seigneur, pardonnez-moi mais... est-ce là la preuve sanglante que vous m'avez promise ?" demandai-je, ma voix tremblante alors que j'avalais ma salive tout en luttant pour empêcher mes genoux tremblants de céder. "Mhm... croyez-vous maintenant que je suis bon pour capturer les cœurs ?" L'homme aux cheveux argentés, portant cette paire d'yeux cramoisis menaçants, me regarda fièrement après avoir hoché la tête. Je haletai quand il serra sa main et écrasa le cœur frais en miettes. "Oui, milord. Vous êtes bon à cela, littéralement." Je suis mortifiée, regardant les morceaux du cœur tomber alors qu'il s'approchait. Chaque pas qu'il faisait me faisait reculer jusqu'à ce que mon dos atteigne un pilier solide. "Huh," Samael ricana brièvement en s'arrêtant devant moi. Ses longs ongles pointus couverts de sang tracèrent mon coude jusqu'à ma main. Doucement, il pinça mon index entre les siens, le guidant avant ses lèvres. "Ai-je réussi votre test, alors ?" Il demanda, la pointe aiguë de son ongle jouant avec le bout de mon doigt. Je fixai son regard pénétrant en répondant à contrecœur, "À peine." Il sourit, hochant la tête en signe de satisfaction avant d'appuyer son ongle sur la pointe de mon index, ce qui fit rapidement apparaître une goutte de sang. "Quel doux arôme." Il chuchota, plaçant mon doigt saignant dans sa bouche et le léchant avec passion. Son regard menaçant ne me quitta jamais des yeux alors qu'il consommait un peu de mon sang. "Cela signifie-t-il que vous acceptez mon invitation ?" En gardant mon doigt entre ses crocs, Samael demanda. Je me mordis inconsciemment la lèvre inférieure, mon cœur battant dans ma poitrine alors que mon dos se couvrait de sueur. "Mais... je suis juste..." Je m'interrompis, espérant que ma réponse mettrait fin à cela. "... je suis juste une humaine." Samael cliqua de la langue, mécontent de ma réponse alors qu'il lâchait mon doigt. "Non," Il chuchota. Tout mon corps se raidi lorsqu'il se pencha, caressant mon épaule jusqu'à mon cou de l'apex de son nez, alors que ses souffles chauds picotaient ma peau. "Vous n'êtes pas simplement une simple humaine... vous êtes mon humaine." Il souligna avant que je ne sente ses lèvres se séparer et la pointe de ses crocs contre ma peau. La couverture n'est pas la mienne. *** Histoire originale par: alienfrommars SUIVEZ-MOI SUR INSTAGRAM pour des illustrations originales de personnages: @authoralienfrommars Serveur Discord: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e