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At just fourteen years old Lilac Einar made a greivous mistake. Using her ability, a magic forbidden by her kind, she commited an irreversible crime. Trusting her best-friend and the only boy she'd ever loved, future Alpha Nox Griffin, she turns herself in believing he'll listen to her side of the story. Nox Griffin's betrayal shatters their lifelong friendship and the budding feelings between the two. For her crimes, Lilac Einar is sentenced to a lifetime of servitude at the infamous Lycan's Training Camp, a place where only the elite are sent. From then on, torture, pain, and blood are all Lilac knows. Not a day goes by where Lilac doesn't think about her home, and the revenge she'd someday take on the people who wronged her. After four long years, Lilac finally finds her opportunity. She has many names to cross off her list, and at the very top is the only boy she ever loved: Nox Griffin.

I'm a socially awkward omega. They are alphas who live in the spotlight. We are complete opposites, but for some reason they want me. I'm not going to deny it, there's something about them that pulls me closer, but things are complicated. I didn't want to burden them with all my baggage when they have the chance of finding an omega who suited their lifestyle. No matter how hard I try to push them away, they always find a way to draw me closer. And like they say, they aren't planning on stopping until they claim me as their omega. *** AN NON-SHIFTER REVERSE HAREM AGE GAP OMEGAVERSE NOVEL ***

A new world with nearly unlimited possibilities. A system, classes, magic, skills and monsters. Sounds exciting? But for Jin it didn't go quite as he expected nor was there a princess or a Goddess to welcome him to this new world, his only hope was the system he received. Left alone in the darkness, How will he survive when he wasn't human in the first place?

After transmigrating into a BL novel, she expects to become a forgotten side character and survive until the ending. Instead, she awakens as an SSS-rank Omega Guide, a rare Guide capable of calming dangerous Sentinels in the fantasy world of Elarion. Knowing the original story, she understands one thing clearly: she must stay away from the five powerful men destined to become the central figures of the novel—the cold Northern Duke, the ruthless Crown Prince, the obsessive Grand Magister, the dangerous wanderer of the Forbidden Forest, and the Forbidden Saint. They are not supposed to fall for her. Yet fate begins bringing them together. She meets each man in a different corner of Elarion, while every encounter slowly changes fate. What begins as curiosity gradually becomes attraction, protection, jealousy, and dangerous obsession. Determined to remain independent, she travels through enchanted kingdoms, ancient ruins, forbidden forests, magical academies, and lands ruled by terrifying creatures while uncovering the truth behind her Guide abilities. But something is wrong. The events she remembers from the novel are changing. Characters destined to die survive. People who were supposed to live disappear. The system guiding her begins hiding information, and the five men seem to know more about her. Then, the most mysterious of them all looks at her and whispers, “You finally came back.” She has never met him before. So why does he remember her? As secrets surface and ancient magic awakens, she discovers that the BL novel may never have been fiction. Her transmigration, the five men, her powers, and the system are connected by a secret capable of destroying the world. Now she must choose between following the destiny written for her or rewriting the story—even if it means becoming the obsession of five men who refuse to let her go.

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Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.