the ruin of a patriarch

Reborn in a world where martial arts reign supreme, Li Qian becomes a menial disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, assigned as the bell ringer. When ringing the bell, the sacrificial weapon system accidentally awakens, binding his life to the bell as his life-bound sacrificial weapon. As long as he rings the bell, he can enhance the sacrificial weapon. Moreover, the sacrificial weapon has one crucial characteristic. As long as the bell remains unbroken, the host is immortal. From then on, a path of eternal martial arts unfolds before Li Qian. ... Many years later, when the Divine Sword Sect faces a crisis of extermination, countless disciples kneel before the bell platform. "We beseech the ancestor to take action."

//The story was moved here, put it in fan-fics by mistake, sorry for the inconvenience// It all started after I received that weird email... What? Click the boxes to select the body type? Want me to select a starting point? Let me put in the name and be done with this, it's getting late... I always was bad with Chinese names... how about... Zhang Dong ... Hehe... Wait why is everything going dark... Discord https://discord.gg/QZ5rpuC I created a Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/kuropon I'll probably be posting chapters in the making there and maybe some forward ones if I write out a lot. But don't worry, everything will be posted here normally later anyway.

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

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Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

"This… this is wrong," she stuttered, trying not to meet his eyes. "You're my stepfather. Let's forget it ever happened." "How can I forget it happened, Nicole?" He questioned, gripping her chin. "When the image of you whimpering for more replays in my head every f*****g night?" When one night of desperation turns into Nicole ending up in bed with a nameless stranger, she's almost shocked to death when she moves in with her mother's new husband to see that the nameless stranger is her new stepfather. Tristan Michelson has always been in control of his emotions, but he can barely control himself when he realizes the masked stripper is his new stepdaughter.

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

Reincarnated into a world of magic and monsters, Victor didn't become a heroic knight or an all-powerful Archmage. Instead, he woke up as the Principal of the Abyssal Academy—a bankrupt, crumbling school for the continent's worst villains, dark mages, and assassins. The teachers are embezzling funds. The students are trying to assassinate him daily. And the "Heroes of Light" are planning to raid the school and execute everyone in thirty days. But Victor isn't sweating. In his past life, he was a ruthless corporate tycoon, and he just awakened the [Tycoon's Ledger] System. He doesn't need to fight with magic; he fights with capitalism. A student tries to stab him? Victor survives and charges them a 5,000 Gold "Practical Exam Fee." The Heroes of Light are invading the campus? Victor sells the broadcasting rights to the Demon Realm and opens a massive betting pool. Armed with his ledger, a cold heart, and a brilliant mind, Victor is about to show the magical world that the most terrifying power isn't a Tier-9 Fireball. It's compound interest. Welcome to the Abyssal Academy. Your tuition is due.

Synopsis – The Devil in St. Lumina He wasn’t supposed to want her. She wasn’t supposed to touch him. But the moment they meet… temptation becomes destiny. Marcelline enters St. Lumina University with a body made of curves and a smile made of sin— a breathtaking danger wrapped in silk and secrets. She move like a sin slipped into human skin— dangerously beautiful, wickedly confident, and born to ruin the self-control of every man who looks too long. Maximilian Brooks, The ruthless CEO with a voice made of command and a stare sharp enough to cut is used to bending entire industries to his will. But one smirk from Marcelline—and he forgets how to breathe and loses every rule he ever lived by. She pushes him. He pins her with a stare that feels like a kiss. Their tension is the kind that ruins sleep and shreds morality. Every time she gets close enough to whisper, he imagines dragging her even closer. Every time he steps toward her, she looks at him like she wants to undress him with just her thoughts. Their chemistry is not innocent. It’s molten. Addictive. Dangerous. Detonation. Every glance is a challenge. Every word is a provocation. Every accidental touch feels like a promise neither of them should ever make. But Marcelline isn’t human. The power inside her coils like a lover’s hand—hot, wild, and barely controlled. It leaks into the world, twisting Eleanor into something monstrous… and drawing the attention of a dark entity hungry for Marcelline’s power. Maximilian should stay away. He knows she’s a walking disaster. He knows touching her could shatter everything he’s built. Yet every time she smirks… every time she challenges him… every time she breathes his name like a promise— he forgets the consequences. He just wants her. All of her. Every sinful, forbidden part. Their connection is passion sharpened into a weapon, desire strong enough to scorch reality, and danger wrapped in velvet. Because nothing about Marcelline is safe. Not her lips. Not her secrets. Not the way she looks at him like she could ruin him… and he’d let her. This is a story of dark desire, supernatural temptation, and two powerful beings discovering that obsession can be far more dangerous than love. --------------- ◇ CONTENT WARNING ◇ This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) --> [NO RAPE] It contains themes, scenes, and dynamics not suitable for younger readers, including: • Sensual & Intense Romantic Content • Slow&fast burn and high-heat chemistry •Seductive tension •Sensual scenes, intimate moments, and adult situations •Dominant / possessive energy between leads ( explicit graphic details.) ◇Dark & Supernatural Elements •Occult energy, entity possession •Psychological tension •mild & more horror elements •Characters with dangerous, unnatural powers ◇ Emotional & Power Dynamics •Characters with morally gray intentions •High-intensity emotional tension •Moments of obsession, jealousy, and dominance •Flirtation with dangerous consequences ◇ Reader Discretion is Advised If you enjoy: Dark romance Supernatural seduction High-tension chemistry Magnetic, powerful leads Forbidden desire and danger woven together —then you’re in the right place. Prepare for a story filled with sinful smirks, heated glances, dangerous secrets, desires burning in passion and a connection that could destroy them both. ---