bloodhunt

In Manila, a city drowning in corruption, crime, and buried secrets, one man stands between order and total collapse. Chase Graham Morales is not an ordinary NBI agent. He is the only known Meta Human, born with abilities that push the limits of human strength, speed, reflexes, and combat mastery. But even his powers are tested when a mysterious criminal mastermind known only as The Kingmaker begins a citywide game of manipulation, violence, and fear. As bodies start falling, alliances collapse, and hidden enemies inside the government are exposed, Chase is pulled into a deadly investigation that turns personal far too fast. Every case leads deeper into a conspiracy that controls Manila from the shadows, and every step forward reveals a darker truth behind the city’s most powerful figures. With betrayals inside law enforcement, merciless assassins in the streets, and a growing list of targets marked for death, Deadeye must hunt a killer who always seems one step ahead. In a city where everyone is watching, no one is safe, and every shot counts, the question isn’t whether Chase can win. It’s how much of himself he will lose before the hunt is over.

A broken villain starts to enjoy his broken life disguised as a hero

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This is a story of a girl who was adopted by an average family.Though having to face first day of school drama,she later finds love in an unusual setting after moving to a new city, unaware of her secret potentials. Romance can start anywhere,and love from anybody. Read on

Clovis Vance, an ordinary high school student who thought that her life would go on just as normally as it had always been until her sixteenth birthday, when her body decides to show her who she really is. A vampire- Not just a normal vampire but the VAMPIRE QUEEN!? "The world that I thought I knew well is crumbling right before my eyes."

"In the world of the mafia, loyalty is a myth, and a debt of blood is the only currency that matters." Elena Lombardi was the crown jewel of the second most powerful crime family in Milan. Known as the "Porcelain Princess," she lived a life of sheltered luxury—until the night the bullets flew and the screams began. In a single, bloody coup, her father is assassinated, her home is reduced to ashes, and her status is stripped away. With a target on her back and the assassins closing in, Elena is forced to flee to the one place she was always told to avoid: The Fortress of the Raven. Dante Moretti is the man who haunts the underworld’s nightmares. Cold, calculated, and lethally beautiful, he is the Lombardi family’s sworn enemy. He has every reason to kill Elena, to finish what the assassins started and erase the Lombardi name forever. But Elena carries a secret—a leverage that could either clear Dante’s name or destroy his empire. Caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse, Elena finds herself trapped in Dante’s world. He is her protector, her captor, and her greatest temptation. As they navigate a landscape of betrayal and shifting alliances, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. He took her in to use her as a pawn. She stayed to find her revenge. But in a house built on secrets, love is the most dangerous weapon of all. When the truth behind her father’s death is finally revealed, will Elena choose the family legacy she was born into, or the monster who taught her how to survive?

Heroes. Icons of hope. Defenders of the weak. They are not bound by duty, nor are they compelled by law. And yet, they rise. They stand between chaos and order, not because they must, but because they choose to. That choice—the willingness to fight for others—is what makes them more than just people with powers. It makes them legends. Every child dreams of being one. Of soaring through the skies, of standing tall against the forces of evil, of hearing their name chanted by the people they save. To be strong. To be admired. To matter. Kevin Trades once shared that dream. But dreams are fragile things. The cold wind howled past his ears as he plummeted. The night sky stretched above him, a canvas of stars indifferent to the boy who had just been thrown from a rooftop. The world around him blurred, city lights twisting into streaks of yellow and white. His body twisted midair, arms flailing as he reached for anything—something—to stop his fall. But there was nothing. Only gravity’s cruel embrace pulling him down, faster and faster. Then—impact. Pain exploded through his body. He hit the pavement hard, his vision flashing white before turning to darkness. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world felt distant, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake from. Then, the taste of metal filled his mouth. A weak cough escaped his lips, splattering liquid onto the cold concrete beneath him. He forced his eyes open, the dim glow of a nearby streetlight illuminating the substance pooling by his face. It wasn’t red. Blue. A deep, rich blue, glistening under the light like liquid sapphire. Kevin’s breath hitched. His trembling fingers reached out, touching the unnatural blood oozing from his lips. It was real. Something inside him stirred. A realization. A possibility. Maybe… just maybe… He could become a hero.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.