Bloodbound: The Fallen Journey

Born of a forbidden union, a god named Matrix found his destiny intertwined with the greatest war the realms had ever known. When the battle finally subsided, an unexpected burden fell upon him: the mantle of World King. He ruled with grim resolve, balancing order and sacrifice, his hands forever stained with the ichor of fallen gods. But even this hard-won peace was fragile. From the depths of Oblivion, a monstrous horde, imprisoned by his father's desperate act, clawed its way free, threatening to unravel all he had built. Against this encroaching darkness, Matrix stood defiant, but as a god without allies, his crusade seemed doomed from the start. Or so fate decreed. As defeat loomed, a hidden anomaly revealed itself: a tear in the fabric of time, offering a desperate escape through transmigration. Yet such power comes with a terrible price. How long can a god endure such trials? When will he succumb to despair, to the very darkness he seeks to vanquish? Will he shatter under the strain, becoming a harbinger of annihilation across the realms? Or might he, against all prophecy, find a spark of hope within the abyss and rise anew? * "Tell me what you saw," Matrix commanded, his voice edged with a desperate impatience. The Oracle chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth. A tremor ran through Se'mudara, prickling the skin on her arms. "I see dead people,"

Liam, a nerd obsessed with DC comics who dies miserably in his first life, he gets a another chance as he is reborn in the world he fantasiesed all his life but nothing goes in his favor as he goes through pain and suffering but resisting it all in hope for better origin story but when disaster struck gods didn't answer his calls, but the devil did.

Adam died and found himself reincarnated into the Marvel Universe… one year before Tony Stark’s abduction in Afghanistan. Armed with the Emotion Engine, a mysterious system that grants him powers, items, money, or talents depending on the intensity of emotions Marvel characters feel toward him—happy, angry, intrigued, in love, or hating him—Adam must weave himself into the lives of heroes and villains alike. From small sparks of curiosity to the flames of hatred, the stronger the emotion, the greater the reward—and these rewards can come from the past, present, or even the future!

A teenage boy finds himself transmigrated into an alternate version of his favorite fictional universe, equipped with a standard system designed to make his adventure more convenient. — In this fanfiction, the wizarding world is more advanced and more aware of Muggle technology. The one place still lagging behind? Britain, where noble wizards cling to outdated traditions. This is an alternate-universe take on Harry Potter, blending in characters, themes, and ideas from various other universes—movies, TV shows, and books alike. The story will begin by focusing on Harry's time at Hogwarts, with other universes making brief appearances through short chapters or mentions. They won't take center stage until after the Hogwarts years are complete. The pace will be slow at the beginning, as I need to introduce new concepts, world-building, and character development to shape the MC the way I want him before the plot truly kicks off. — The System: First of all, it doesn't control the MC's life. It's not sentient, it doesn't make decisions, and it certainly doesn't control the MC. In fact, the MC could ignore it entirely, and nothing would happen. At first glance, the system might seem a bit overpowered. But give it around 30 chapters, and you'll start to see the balance. The system is just there to help the MC now and then, offering a shortcut when it's convenient. It won't make him invincible overnight. — Pairing: I'm still undecided. Harem? Single love interest? To be honest, I'm open to either and will let the readers decide. The release schedule is set for every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, with one chapter per release, but may increase depending on the support this fanfic receives. — I have a family with two kids—a daughter and a son. I work full-time and dedicate my free time to writing, usually after spending time with my family. This gives me about two or three hours to focus on writing, and I absolutely love it. I'll do my best to stay consistent. — If this sounds like your kind of story, I'd love for you to give it a try! Your feedback would mean a lot, but please wait until you've read at least 15 chapters before sharing your thoughts. And if this isn't your taste, no problem! There are plenty of other stories in this genre for you to explore. Harry Potter and all other fictional elements in this fanfiction belong to their respective authors, including J.K. Rowling and others. I don't own any of it. If you enjoy these stories, I encourage you to support and respect the official content above all else. It's important to honor the original creators! — If you wish to support me, please head to my P t-R30N, where you can subscribe to chapters before they're published here. More than 10 chapters are available for $2, and all completed content is available for $5. Pat / RyanFic Thank you!

(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) The Ultimate Heartbreaker Reincarnates, Only to Find Himself a Pathetic Pushover? In his past life, he had gone out of his way to win their affection, humbling himself to the point of self - annihilation. But how did they repay him? His first love abandoned him for a wealthy heir, mocking him as delusional and naive. His childhood friend despised his devotion, pretending not to recognize him when they crossed paths. And the queen bee of the school? She sneered at him, refusing to even glance in his direction. But now, the man has been reborn—cold, detached, and effortlessly commanding both power and allure. Women fall under his spell without hesitation. Until one day— His first love appeared before him in a slinky strapless dress, her eyes shimmering with tears, her voice trembling: "Please… give me another chance, Master. I’ll do anything you ask…" His childhood friend was pinned against the door, her breath uneven, her gaze filled with desperate longing: “Master, even if it’s just as your secret lover—I’d be willing…” The once - arrogant queen bee shed her coat, leaning close to whisper in his ear, her breath warm and shaky: “Master… please, let me make it up to you…” He let out a low chuckle, his long fingers trailing over their heated cheeks, his eyes glinting with mockery and disdain. “You want me now?” he murmured, his tone icy. “Too bad. You’re too late.”

Incense, thick and cloying as a shroud, mingled with the gritty tang of dust motes dancing in the erratic candlelight. Ari and Eric, twins sculpted from midnight itself, stood bathed in the flickering glow. Their stillness was a deceptive calm; a raw, ancient power thrummed between them, a silent pulse vibrating through the temple's aged stones. Ari tasted ash and iron – a familiar metallic bite. "Ready?" he rasped, his voice the scrape of granite. Eric's gaze, unwavering, snagged on the swirling shadows that licked at the temple's edges. The faintest whiff of blood – a spectral fingerprint of their heritage – clung to the air, a physical weight pressing against his ribs, a legacy etched into his very soul. The stone floor trembled. A shudder, visceral and deep, ran through the air itself, heavy with unseen energy. This wasn't legend; this was the Akin-Soul Style – a martial art forged in the fires of oppression, its movements as lethal as obsidian. Ten levels of cultivation – ten scars etched onto their flesh, each a testament to the pain that had shaped them into weapons. Ari, a coiled spring of controlled rage, moved with a predator’s grace. Yet, a flicker of doubt – a reflection of the prejudice that had dogged his life – shadowed his eyes. Eric, his brother's mirror image, stood in tense stillness, a volcano veiled in brooding calm. A subtle twitch in his jaw, knuckles bone-white, betrayed his inner turmoil. His protectiveness for Ari was a tangible force. *“They will not break us,”* he ground out, the words a low, steady reassurance, as much for himself as his brother. Outside, the night pressed in, a suffocating blanket pierced only by the malevolent gleam of eyes in the darkness. Their enemies – figures draped in shadow, skin the color of midnight, eyes burning with a hatred stoked by the regime that sought to extinguish the Akin-Soul Style – waited. The political landscape was a treacherous mire of deceit and whispered betrayals. Every shadow held a threat; every smile, a hidden blade. But this wasn't a fight for power. This was a fight for survival, for the right to exist, for the reclamation of their birthright. This was rebellion, a bloody reckoning against a world determined to erase them. This was the storm, the fury, the awakening of the Akin-Soul.

In a world where magic is forbidden and witches are hunted, Ashlynn Blackwell has hidden her mark of the witch since birth. The night of her wedding she's betrayed and her secret is exposed. Attacked by her husband and his knights, Ashlynn was abandoned and left for dead in the wilderness. Rescued by the vampire lady Nyrielle, Ashlynn is offered a choice: die as a human or embrace her power as a witch. Bound by a mystical blood pact, Ashlynn is plunged into a world of ancient magic, immortal vampires, and deadly political intrigue for the chance to find eternal love. [Bronze Winner: Weekly Love Tales - Vampire] [Book of the Month: September/October 2024]

For centuries, humanity has lived under an illusion—a veil of powerlessness woven by the rulers beyond the S-Wall. These unseen overlords, the Saints, drain Earth’s mana, keeping humans weak and oblivious to their true potential. The world’s superpowers serve them as puppets, enforcing their rule in exchange for dominance over their fellow humans. But resistance brews in the shadows. In the forbidden lands of Zeta, where ancient civilizations once thrived, a secret war rages between the imperial families and a faction known as Twilight—a rebellion seeking to restore humanity’s lost power. Enter Alexander—half-human, half-Saint, an outcast caught between two worlds. When his father, a former Twilight operative and the bastard son of the Emperor, is assassinated, Alexander stumbles upon a hidden truth locked within a mysterious ring. The memories within reveal his father’s final mission: to overthrow the Saints and break the chains binding humanity. Hunted by imperial assassins and drawn into the deadly power struggle between noble houses and rebels, Alexander must master his unstable mana, uncover his lost heritage, and carve his own path in a world where trust is a dangerous gamble. Will he reclaim the power stolen from humanity, or will he become just another pawn in the endless war beyond the S-Wall? A tale of betrayal, power, and destiny begins.

The next morning, Alyssa snuck out of the estate, careful not to wake anyone. She made her way to the old oak tree, her heart racing with excitement. As she approached the tree, she saw JoeGad already waiting for her, a big smile on his face. "Good morning," JoeGad said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good morning," Alyssa replied, her voice barely above a whisper. They stood there for a moment, looking at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, without saying a word, JoeGad took Alyssa's hand, and they set off into the woods, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead. As they walked, the trees grew taller, and the path grew narrower. Alyssa felt a sense of thrill and excitement, knowing that they were exploring forbidden territory. Suddenly, JoeGad stopped, his ears perked up. "Do you hear that?" he whispered. Alyssa listened, and soon she heard the sound of rushing water. Her eyes lit up with excitement. "A waterfall!" she exclaimed. JoeGad grinned. "Let's go see." They pushed through the underbrush, and soon they came upon a stunning waterfall, cascading down a rocky cliff. Alyssa gasped in wonder, feeling as though she had stumbled into a magical kingdom. JoeGad turned to her, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed. Alyssa nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She knew that this was just the beginning of their adventures together. As they stood there, taking in the beauty of the waterfall, Alyssa felt a sense of connection with JoeGad that she had never felt before. It was as though they were two souls, meant to explore the world together. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, Alyssa knew that their friendship was about to blossom into something more.

[You have awakened the ‘Heroine Netori’ ability.] [Try to eat the heroines.] === • I am not the author of this book, I am just editing a korean mtl to improve general readability. • MC will do some evil things. If you can handle the first chapter, then you're probably fine with everything else. • All female characters are v*rgins • You can get advance chapters on my patreon Patreon(.)com/EroNovel25