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Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.
Staplehead · 1.1m Views

Permission To Die

Permission to Die is a gruesome, pulse-pounding horror-thriller set in a world where shadows hide the horrifying truth, It is also jam packed with action and superhuman societies ruling from behind the scenes, manipulating the fates of millions. At the center of this hidden war is Rowe Hargrave, a seemingly normal high school student by day—and a relentless, death-defying vigilante by night. Rowe’s power? She can’t die. No matter how brutal the injury or how violent her death, her body fixes itself, pulling her back from the brink again and again. But the pain never fades—she feels every agonizing moment of death and resurrection. Is she fearless in the face of death, or just caught in a nightmare she can never escape? Rowe’s vigilante path is one of blood and secrets, each fight taking her deeper into the sinister heart of a hidden world. Superhuman factions—each more dangerous than the last—lurk in the shadows, some seeking to control her, others to destroy her. As the body count rises, Rowe must confront the horrifying possibility that she isn’t just fighting the world’s monsters—she might be one of them. But even immortality has its limits, and there are forces at work far more terrifying than death. In a city teetering on the edge of chaos, Rowe is about to learn that some fates are worse than death. Because every resurrection brings her closer to uncovering the truth—and the truth might just tear her apart. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, everyone! Author here. This is my first original story, and only the second piece I’ve ever written—the first being a fanfic that some of you might remember. Now, I’m excited to finally take a shot at writing a full-fledged novel. I truly hope you enjoy reading it, and I’d love to hear your thoughts along the way. P.S. I don't know why, but I can't add Action in the tag list, and I am only gonna be posting 2-3 chapters a week for now.. because things are a really tight financially. Between college expenses and looking for part-time work, it's been quite a challenge. But hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to commission an artist to bring the cover to life. Thanks for understanding!
vaulk · 11.5k Views

THE MAFIA'S KING POSSESSION

Isabella "Bella" Romano, 24**, has spent three years working double shifts at a rundown diner, her fingers raw from scrubbing grease, her dreams buried under medical bills for her dying mother. She's invisible—just another exhausted girl in a city that chews up the desperate and spits out bones. Then one blood-soaked night, she witnesses a execution in the alley behind her workplace. The killer's cold eyes meet hers. She should run. She should scream. Instead, **Dante Salvatore**—the Ghost of Chicago, the most feared mafia boss in North America—makes her an offer: become his tool, his perfect weapon disguised as innocence, or watch her mother die without the experimental treatment that could save her. Bella has no choice. She becomes Dante's **"little bird"**—his spy in high society, his bait for enemies, his alibi when bodies drop. She wears the designer dresses he buys, attends galas on his arm, and learns that monsters don't always have fangs. Sometimes they have empty eyes and blood on their Armani suits. Dante Salvatore has never let a woman past his bed. Love is weakness. Attachment is a target painted on your back. His empire was built on ruthlessness, and he's survived by feeling nothing. Women are transactions—pleasure exchanged for jewelry, then forgotten by morning. But Bella is different. She doesn't flinch when he kills. She doesn't beg for mercy or luxury. When he barks orders, she obeys with fire in her green eyes. When he bleeds, she stitches him up with steady hands, asking nothing in return. The tool is becoming something else. Something dangerous. As Bella navigates assassination attempts, deadly rivals, and the twisted politics of five crime families, she discovers the truth: Dante isn't just a monster. He's a king haunted by the massacre that orphaned him at twelve, forced into power by his uncle's cruelty, and imprisoned by a legacy of violence he never wanted. Then **Nico Moretti**—Dante's childhood friend and underboss—betrays them. The experimental treatment for Bella's mother? Funded by the Bratva, who want Dante dead. Bella's mother's illness? Poisoned deliberately to recruit Bella as their inside agent. Bella was never supposed to be Dante's tool. She was meant to be his **assassin**. When Dante discovers the conspiracy, he's faced with an impossible choice: kill the woman who betrayed him, or trust the girl who taught him what it means to have a heart—even if it gets him killed. Because in the underworld, love isn't a weakness. **It's a loaded gun pointed at everything you care about.** And Isabella Romano—the girl who scrubbed floors—is about to prove that queens aren't born into power. They're forged in fire, crowned in blood, and built by the men who underestimated them.
orji20284 · 3.6k Views