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In the isolated village of Thornhaven, twenty-year-old Maeve Hawthorne—known as Little Red for the heirloom crimson cloak that clings too tightly to her ripening body—is sent into the ancient, hungry Blackwood to deliver a basket to her ailing grandmother. She has been warned her entire life: Stay on the path. Never stray. The Wolf takes girls who wander. But Maeve has already been wandering for years—in her dreams. Every night she runs through the woods wearing nothing but the red cloak, pursued by something massive, warm, and inevitable. She wakes gasping, hand between her thighs, whispering “no” while her body screams yes. When she finally steps off the path, the woods are waiting. The Wolf has stalked generations of “Reds.” It does not simply hunt. It dismantles. It seduces. It devours. What begins as a dutiful errand becomes a descent into the darkest parts of herself—where fear and desire wear the same face, where repression cracks open like overripe fruit, and where the monster she was taught to fear might be the only one who truly sees her. As the red cloak grows heavier and the scent of pine and musk grows thicker, Maeve must decide: Will she return to the village as the good, obedient daughter she was raised to be… …or will she let the Wolf eat her alive and become something far more dangerous? Some girls are sent into the woods to be saved. Others are sent to be remade.

Five years ago, Hao Min was a Bronze-armored lieutenant of the Iron Bone Sect, with a sword that had seen a dozen battlefields. Then a man in black robes drew a circle in the air at the Nameless Hills, and every weapon on the field turned to rust. Hao Min lost his cultivation, his rank and his future. Now he is Rust-Eaten Hao: forty-seven, broke, and waiting to die in backwater marketplaces. When a young Iron Bone disciple tries to humiliate him, Hao Min breaks the boy's wrist and throws his sword in the river. The act should seal his death warrant. It points him toward Rust Ford, where a farmer named Dun claims to have dreamed the heretic's circle. Dun's version kills locusts. Hao Min's copy is wronger still: it only rusts metal that has touched blood. But almost every weapon in the cultivation world has drawn blood. With rust flakes, water, and his own blood, Hao Min wakes the trace the original circle left inside him and begins building a weapon no sect manual recognizes. His old sect has not forgotten him. A broken lieutenant with one corrupted circle is about to remind the Iron Bone Sect why some men are harder to erase than others. The Rust Eaten is a standalone xianxia novella set in the world of The Ink Immortal. It can be read alone, but its roads lead back to Ti Mo, the Ink Sect, and the question of what a man becomes when he can no longer be what he was. You can also join my discord: https://discord.gg/Vdw2YMRnb fell free to discuss and talk about everything

El mundo llego a su fin de la forma mas inesperada, el planeta fue dominado por las plantas. todo comenzó con un brote patogeno, "no era la gran cosa" solo resequedad y piel quebradiza pero pronto escalo a que de la persona infectada salieran brotes de plantas nunca antes vistas. Esta enfermedad se le llamo "el musgo" por que era muy facil de contraerla y avanzaba muy rapido despues de la primera fase. En la tercera fase las personas se convertian en arbustos, arboles y plantas de todo tipo. El mundo muy pronto se quedo vacio. En un mundo solitario es que "T" un joven cientifico botanico lleva acabo su dia a dia tratando de resolver lo que otros no pudieron, como se formo la plaga del musgo? y habra una cura?

Greg was extraordinarily average ...with just one friend, a transfer student from God-knows-where. After a supernatural encounter that changed his life, his friend goes missing, and he can't help searching for her. His search takes him on several misadventures which would have left anyone crazy. However, Greg's dark humor keeps him from giving up on finding his missing friend. As he searches, he uncovers a secret order of fiendish beings and mysteries better left in the dark.

The day my diagnosis of the "Shadow-Eaten Moonlight" disease was confirmed, a tremor seized my entire body. I desperately forged a mind-link with Lucian, the Alpha who had neglected me for months, threatening to sever our sacred mate bond if he didn’t return to the Stone Creek pack. He did come back, but not alone. He returned with a stunning young she-wolf at his side. "Seraphina saved my life during an attack by rogue wolves," he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. "She’ll be staying in the Alpha’s cabin. As Luna, you ought to show some generosity." I stood rooted to the ground, every muscle rigid, my voice a raw, hoarse whisper as I confessed, "I'm fading, Lucian." But he merely scoffed, a chilling sound. Without a single glance, he ground the Moonpetal flower—a gift from Kyle, the very symbol of my vanishing soul—beneath his heel. "I’ve returned, haven’t I?" he sneered. "Do you find these theatrics amusing?" Triumph danced in Seraphina’s eyes. A single, delicate pronouncement from her—"The Luna’s negative aura will hinder my recovery"—was all it took for Lucian to expel me from the Alpha's cabin. Cast out and utterly alone, my life force continued its relentless drain. As I drew my last breath in the den at Whispering Falls, the sanctuary we had once shared, Lucian was leisurely patrolling the pack lands with Seraphina by his side. A month slipped by before his Beta, Garrick, finally pierced through his ignorance, the truth delivered via their mind-link: "Alpha," Garrick’s mind link told him, "the one who saved your life during the Red Creek ambush… it wasn’t Seraphina. It was our Luna, Ilana…"

What happens when you die before you even begin to live? Like as a kid, specifically a newborn. That's what happened to Carter Hale. The boy died mere moments after his birth. The baby was without reason, like other babies before him. After he died, he was run through a simulation. He was shown a clear image of what his life was going to be like. He was going to die broken and divorced at thirty, his kid in the custody of his wife. He died alone. His eyes opened after the simulation. He had just seen what his life could have been like. His eyes didn't meet the image laid before him in the simulation. Everything around him seemed different. It didn't match the visuals fed into his head. This was a whole new world with its own rules. He was transmigrated into the body of a man with the same name, Carter Hale. This Carter Hale worked like most of the other youths who wanted a quick buck. He converted the reward points he gained from the world's biggest VRMMORPG. These points could be converted to hard cash in the real world. Money was power. Carter had regrets. No, he didn't even live to have regrets. He was going to seize this new opportunity at life. He was going to take whatever this new world threw at him. Monsters, missions, and more. Something happened after the transmigration. A change in class. The other Carter had an elf skill in the game. This new one's race was Symbiote. [Name: Carter Hale] [Race: Elf] [Class: Devourer] [Level: 0001] [Experience: 0/100] [Ready?] [Three....] [Two....] [One.....] [First mission activated] [Consume a meal] " First meal. Something is moving there. What is that. A slime!" [Will you act?]

Litchi is your ordinary webnovel addict. She can’t resist the call of a new chapter even when she needs to work. Because of too many new responsibilities she promises one week without reading. Sadly, she cracks in three days, because of an Azarinth Healer notification. Taking out her phone she starts avidly reading. It’s just a small promise, she will try it another time. Nothing should happen. Say that to the goblin that tries to eat your face, Litchi! You should keep your promise! She was used to food jokes on her name but it seems that this time her destiny is to be eaten. ---- Hello future reader! I didn’t find a new good isekai so why not create my own? I am an webnovel addict and amateur writer (in French) and today I decided to publish a story. You will have my eternal gratitude for any advice or constructive comments on the story! One of my objectives is to have developed characters, duo or trio make a fantastic way to character growth. So, I will try to create a deep relationship between a few of them. The first few chapters have a lot of combat, but other characters will soon arrive. Those first few chapters are made to build tension and create Litchi's first motivations. This story has the plot written to the end and important characters already shaped. Update every two days until I have no more chapters in my pocket. Average chapter length: 2200 words Warning: The grammar can be bad, IMPORTANT CHARACTERS CAN (Will) DIE, contain philosophical conversation as the characters stumble upon morals dilemmas. I hope I will see you soon in the comments and thank you in advance for reading Litchi’s journey. Have a nice day! :)

Haunted by his mother’s murder at the hands of his father, David enlists in the army with his brother, Jacob, seeking escape. When their squad is captured, David faces execution but is saved by a godlike being who transports him to a brutal alien planet with many fold times Earth's gravity. In a jungle teeming with danger, David discovers that by consuming the flesh of his prey, he gains their strength. As he learns to navigate this savage world, he must confront the primal instincts awakening within him.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"