fears and hunger

#completed Before the first empire fell, they called her the Goddess of the Hungry Throne. She demanded worship not through prayer or sacrifice-but through flesh. Her priests and priestesses competed to service her between her thighs. Captured warriors became her most devoted slaves. The desperate came from a thousand miles, begging to be devoured. She has never stopped. Now, in a world of glass towers and private jets, Lilith wears the mask of a supermodel and business titan. No one knows her true age. No one knows that beneath the designer dresses lives an entity older than writing-cursed to feed on sexual energy every waking second. She cannot attend a board meeting without someone hidden beneath her desk. She cannot close a deal without a slave's mouth on her. Her victims share one trait: desperation. The lonely billionaire. The sexually frustrated artist. The wife who has never been truly satisfied. Lilith finds their wound and pours herself inside-one night of impossible pleasure, then a lifetime of chains they call devotion. But someone is watching. A journalist researching ancient fertility cults stumbles upon photographs spanning five thousand years-the same woman. Same hunger. Same smile. And as Lilith turns her attention to this new prey, she realizes too late: this one remembers. And remembering is the first step to rebellion. Lilith's Hunger is an erotic horror novel for readers who want their pleasure threaded with terror-and their goddesses utterly, terrifyingly unstoppable. Warning: Contains extreme explicit content, psychological horror, and themes of power exchange.

A werewolf who would stop at nothing to claim her… After enduring the torment of his first relationship, Caleb Silver, king of Ixoviya, was enraged to find that he indeed had a mate. When he finally came close to her, the rage within him soothed. But she was on her death-bed. Turned into a vampire, she is on the verge of rejecting her mate… Conditioned to hate the night creatures, Elize Walsh, ran away from her mate. She hated him like fiery pits of hell — until this man starts his slow and wicked games of dark desires. Will Elize succumb to the miseries of her past with him and reject him? Will Caleb be able to win her? Join me in this game of seduction and games of the Lore. --- She watched the sun set through the tinted glass, rays blazing over the water, setting it aflame. Elize looked dreamily at the sea and said, "This looks too beautiful to be real."  "No Liz," said Caleb. Elize turned her gaze to meet him, and he was... mesmerized. In a breathy voice, he said, "You are… surreal. Do you know when I saw you for the first time, I thought I had met an angel?"  Her cheeks became pink like the sky outside. A smile tugged her lips up as his sunstruck eyes held her gaze. "When I first saw you, I was done for my life. Your blond hair, those sharp curves— it all acted like a magnet." His heart thudded in its ribcage and his pulse raced. She took a sip of her wine with trembling hands without realizing that it wasn't blood.  "And that instant I knew you were my mate. And that instant I knew that I could die looking at you."  There was so much intensity in his words that Elize's heart raced for this beautiful man. She wanted to go to him and place a kiss on his lips. Her flute shook on its way to her lips. She drained it absentmindedly and her head became dizzy immediately. Caleb came to her side the next instant. He took the glass from her and placed it on the table. Stroking her back softly, he apologized to her for giving her the champagne. She coughed a little and some tears poured out in response when she felt the burn of the wine in the back of her throat. But Caleb had paled so much by that time that she couldn't help giggling. "Since you didn't remember, it is your punishment that you drink the entire bottle of wine and then next."  ---- Book cover by Micehellwd. Copyrights belong to me. Other books in the series are: Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha (complete) The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince (complete) Ileus: The Dark Prince (ongoing)

The world didn't end with a bang; it ended with a notification. When the "System" initialized, humanity turned into monsters. Ren, a starving college student trapped in a cafeteria, awakens the only F-Rank skill deemed useless by the global rankings: [Binge Eater]. While others summon fireballs or swing holy swords, Ren has to do something disgusting to survive: he has to eat the monsters. But when he takes his first bite of a mutated rat, the System pings. [Genetic Sequence Extracted. Agility +5. Skill Acquired: Shadow Step.] Ren realizes the truth. He isn't the prey. The apocalypse is just an all-you-can-eat buffet. And he’s starving.

She was meant to be nothing more than a pawn. He was a vampire lord with no heart left to give. When Nerine is forced into an arranged marriage with the infamous Lord Kael Blackthorn, she expects only coldness, danger, and chains. Yet behind his ruthless mask lies a man whose touch ignites a fire she cannot resist. He vows to protect her. She swears to hate him. But every stolen glance, every heated breath, every kiss that lingers too long drags them closer to the edge of ruin. In a world where betrayal waits in the shadows and secrets bleed into the night, will she be devoured by his darkness—or will he be undone by the light of her love? Hunger of the Night is a gothic fantasy romance filled with slow-burn passion, dangerous desire, and a love powerful enough to defy fate.

Lucian was never meant to return. Not to this city. Not to Kyrell. Years ago, under moonlight and chaos, Lucian saved a boy and disappeared. That boy is now a hunter of his kind — and Kyrell doesn’t remember the face of the man who once bled for him. But Lucian remembers everything. In a world where blood is desire, history is a weapon, and intimacy cuts deeper than any blade… hunger always finds its way back. Veil of Hunger is a dark, M×M erotic fantasy with slow-burn intimacy, sensual obsession, and two men bound by secrets they can't outrun.

At what time, where was he at that moment, he was among his loves, these people he became a pseudonym, so that he could change the world, amidst stories of the present, past and future So now, even when he had a project to mark his story, even when he wanted to share his story, when he showed with his power, that sometimes less and sometimes more, everything could be different, he had the middle of the mysteries that they created, in that time when he manages to make everything as pleasant as possible, then, among the pleasures and his desires, he was nothing more than the greatest of all conquerors and the trailblazer of the unknown. When it was proven that he was the greatest detective in the world, even denying between pleasures and mysteries, everyone moved on, even if he had to do everything in his power to be the greatest detective in the world.

When 99.7% of humanity awakened, their suppressed selves became Dominions, supernatural powers shaped by their deepest secrets. The guilty burn. The wrathful shatter. The broken heal. Ash got nothing. No power. No rank. Three years as the only Null in the world's most elite academy for the Awakened, surviving through a talent so practiced it became reflex: become whatever the room needs, and feel nothing in the gap between performances. Then a bully corners him and asks: what are you even hoping for? The void inside Ash doesn't break. It opens. [ Ding! ] [ Extraction Successful. ] [ You have extracted the D-Rank Physique: Tyrant's Frame ] Oblivion, his new dominion pulls him inside another person's psyche and forces him to fight the thing they've spent their life running from. Every abilty he takes has a face attached to it. Every Ding costs someone something they'll never get back. The hunger doesn't quiet. It doubles. It was always there.

Ink-Bound: The Resonance of Shadows ​"He painted her to survive. She loved him to save his soul." ​In the neon ruins of Neo-Seoul, Kaelen is a dying artist who can bleed reality into ink. To escape death, he draws Aethel—a legendary Nine-Tailed Goddess. But in a world of cold machines and vengeful angels, their love is the ultimate glitch. ​Bound by a golden thread of sacrifice, they must fight across fragmented realities to stay together. But as the ink runs dry, one question remains: Is their love real, or just a beautiful lie drawn in the rain? ​[Action | Romance | Mystery | High-Stakes Fantasy]

Two thousand years ago, Ren Wu ruled the Underworld. He doesn't remember that. His body doesn't either — it's fifteen, ordinary, and about as far from an empire as a person can get. All he has is a System that won't explain itself, a headache that won't quit, and a jade pin that used to belong to someone he can't remember being. Something in him remembers how to fight. Something in him remembers how to rule. Neither of those things pay rent. When the Underworld's tax collectors, rival warlords, and one extremely reluctant best friend all come looking for a piece of him, Ren discovers the one thing his old empire never taught him: how to survive with nothing. So he starts building something new. One favor, one loophole, one furious bureaucrat at a time. He can't regenerate his power. So he's building an empire instead.

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.