dread delusion

Dread Mage Vellichor; feared and old; and someone who has mastered wizardry at its core, is bored of life and the strenuous actions of the bigger picture. He just wants small, but meaningful interactions with life. And he starts with a little dead girl he called Sonder. --- The chapters are what I call bite-sized, (only around 400 to 700 words), and I'll try to upload a chapter every day except for the weekend.

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

A captivating tale of supernatural intrigue, revenge, and forbidden love, where loyalty is tested, and the past holds the power to shape the future. In a realm where the line between the living and the dead is fragile, QingWu embarks on a dangerous mission to uncover the hidden truths of her past. Haunted by betrayal and her father's family's dark secrets, she seeks vengeance, ready to fight any force that stands in her way. But when a forbidden connection with Xiao Chenyuan, the formidable Dread King, begins to grow, her path to revenge becomes more complicated. Bound by ancient forces and trapped in a world of spirits, QingWu must confront the ghosts of those she’s lost while discovering her own power. As the tension between revenge and love rises, she must decide whether to let the past consume her or embrace the possibility of a future that could heal the wounds she’s carried for so long.

Ein gutaussehender Halbork mit einem massigen, von perfekten Muskeln erfüllten Körper steht da und trägt eine große Axt über einer Schulter. Seine neonblauen Augen beobachten die Leere, wartend auf jene, die seine Welt bedrohen würden. Riesige Kreaturen mit monströsen Gestalten, Bestien des Abgrunds, hier, um den Ork zu töten. Ihr wütendes Kreischen und ihre qualvollen Schreie erfüllten die Luft. Die Leichen dieser Monster umgeben seinen Körper und bilden seinen Thron des Schreckens. Sein langer Schwanz schlug nieder und verwandelte sie zu Brei, während er seine brutale Axt mit mächtigen Hieben einsetzte und sie in Stücke spaltete. „Diese Welt wird uns gehören; du kannst unsere Legion nicht aufhalten! Ork!“, tönte eine verzerrte und böse Stimme. „SEHT MICH AN!“, schrie der Ork, erfüllt von Zuversicht und Stolz. Trotzig umhüllte ihn ein violetter Nebel, als er sich selbst in ein Monster verwandelte, mit langen Greifenflügeln und scharfen Hörnern auf dem Kopf – einem massigen, muskulösen Körper und Beinen, die mit dicken Schuppen und schwarzen Hufen bedeckt waren. Bumm! Der Ork trat vor, sein Herz brannte vor Leidenschaft und Verlangen, als er mit einer dämonischen und verzerrten Stimme brüllte. „Ich bin der Dread Sovereign, ihr üblen Dämonen. Das ist MEINE Welt! Kehrt in euer Ödland zurück, um zu verrotten, oder STERBT!“ Er war ein Mantikor, der einzige männliche Mantikor, der je existiert hat. Er kämpft nicht für Macht. Nicht für Ruhm! Alistair „Raven“ Granbell kämpft nur für seine geliebten Frauen und weil er es LIEBT, gegen die Starken zu kämpfen und sie unter seiner Axt Mor'vaal zu zermalmen und zu beweisen, dass er seinen Titel als Dread Sovereign verdient.

Solomon’s life is simple. Find food. Avoid dying. Sneak onto ships. Repeat. A homeless orphan forced to flee his homeland after a brutal war, he has no relatives and even less money. His greatest talents are surviving (Barely), staying unnoticed (Easy when he’s anorexic), and finding salvageable meals out of dumpsters. So naturally, fate decides to throw him a bone. After a bizarre encounter drops him into the orbit of a prominent noble family, Solomon finds himself dragged into a world of power, danger, and people with entirely too many opinions about etiquette and honor. Suddenly, he has an earned brother who knows far too much for the average child, and a barrack full of obnoxious ten year olds. As they grow older, Solomon learns that his brother has many more secrets than he could have anticipated. Like the fact he used to be an immortal engine of destruction, and now, Solomon has to take up his mantle and protect the realm from five other undying beings. All while on the run from one of the most powerful swordsmen who’s ever lived. Which, honestly, feels like a lot of pressure for a boy who used to live in barrels. ———————--------- Character artwork is available on Discord! Come check it out! https://discord.gg/q68P5JPnNz {What to Expect: - I want to make this my most ambitious project yet. I hope the characters come across not only as well-thought-out, but also realistic and likable despite their faults. - All Smut chapters will end with a *. I've gotten some flak for not including enough... *ahem* “lemonade” in my works, so I'll work to find a healthier balance this time around while not cheapening the story. - There are two female leads. No, we're not expanding past those two. Poly. -Milf lovers rejoice. This one goes out to you. -Oh, and also, no NTR or nothin like that. All the homies hate NTR.

After seventy years of an unremarkable, mortal existence, Ethan dies,. Only to awaken reborn as Caelan Aestherisin, the young master of House Aestherisin, the most secretive and feared of the Five Nocturnal Houses. From the shadows, these ancient bloodlines rule the world through vast vampire legions, unseen yet absolute. Thrust into a realm of aristocratic monsters and eternal conspiracies, Caelan must adapt to life as a Nocturnal, royal vampires gifted with bizarre powers, bound by ruthless traditions, and entangled in dangerous, seductive politics where loyalty is fragile and ambition is lethal. Power is currency, dominance is survival, and morality is a relic of mortal weakness. As Caelan embraces his new nature, he begins a ruthless ascent. Nobles, mortals, and immortals alike fall under his influence as he builds a growing harem of devote beauties, bound to him through obsession, pain, pleasure, and absolute authority. In this world, intimacy is not weakness but control, and indulgence is a declaration of supremacy. Freed from death, judgment, and human morality, Caelan sinks deeper into a life of excess and domination. Power corrupts, pleasure amplifies it, and restraint becomes meaningless when the world itself bends to his will. His rise will not merely avert the world’s impending damnation, it will bring upon a new ring of absolute order, where Nocturnals, vampires, and humans are united under a single, unchallenged dominion. The age of shadows is ending. An age of domination is over the horizon. Warning: This story contains explicit adult themes, including violence, gore, and disturbing content (incest, and more). Reader discretion is advised. Schedule: New chapter = Monday and Wednesday. New chapter everyday on Patreon with exclusive character and chapter arts and bonus chapters PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/c/brekker/posts Only awaken as Caelan Aestherisin, the young master of the House Aestherisin. The most mysterious of five Nocturnal Houses that rule the world from shadow with their vampire armies. He has to come to terms with his new reality as a Nocturnal, who are royal vampires with strange abilities and even stranger interpersonal Relations. Follow him on his journey to dominate the royals and mundane alike, creates his Harem and tame beauties, corrupted by absolute power and dominion in his hands, unhinged from absolute power and pleasure, free from death, scrutiny and humane morals. For his arrival won't just save the world from its impending doom, it will give rise to the new absolute power for nocturnals, vampires and humans alike.

Evil has a reputation problem. In a world overflowing with dark lords, liches, demon queens, and world-ending prophecies, most villains rule through fear, cruelty, and expendable henchmen. Burnout is high. Survival rates are low. Dental coverage is nonexistent. Lord Malachai the Dread is different. A terrifying presence wrapped in ritual armor and apocalyptic intent, Malachai is also an unusually considerate employer. He offers full medical and dental benefits, fair wages, hazard pay, and flexible scheduling. He remembers birthdays. He helps henchmen move apartments. He believes loyalty is earned—not forced. As heroes rise, rival villains scheme, and the world edges closer to conquest or collapse, Malachai’s organization grows not because it is feared, but because it works. Henchmen choose to stay. Morale improves. Productivity rises. And slowly, quietly, the most dangerous villain of all begins to take shape—not because he is the cruelest… but because he is the most competent. This is a comedic fantasy web novel about workplace culture, loyalty, and what happens when evil finally figures out how to run itself like a functional organization. It blends sharp humor with heartfelt moments, exploring villainy through the lens of management, ethics, and the simple power of treating people well—even while plotting the end of the world. After all, anyone can rule through terror. But only a truly great villain offers dental.

“A throne of skulls. A sword of midnight. And a secret buried in blood.” In a world scarred by fallen gods and forgotten wars, one name strikes fear into the hearts of mortals and immortals alike — Vorath, the Lord of Midnight. Seated upon a throne forged from the skulls of kings, demons, and dragons, he rules the ruins of a dying age with his cursed blade, Nox Obscura, and a will unchallenged… until now. When two young warriors — Kaelen, a reluctant heir to ancient magic, and Seralyn, a bladeborn knight haunted by prophecy — are sent into the heart of Vorath’s dark dominion, they encounter a power far greater than they imagined… and a man whose monstrous legend may be hiding a deeper truth. As whispers rise from the bones of the dead and the gods themselves conspire in secret, the first threads of a prophecy long buried begin to stir. But in the shadow of the throne, light is not always salvation… and the darkest soul may yet be the key to the world’s final reckoning.

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Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"