Multiverse Seed Bank Novels & Stories

I wake up one day to find that I've become the power bank of the whole dorm. When the percentage shown above my dorm mates' heads is low, they'll be tired, angry, and ill-tempered. My job is to help them recharge via all sorts of physical contact. If I don't do my part, my grumpy dorm mates will force me to charge them up anyway…

In Ravenstone, a divided town, where wolves dominate and the people are nothing but shadows, Aria Blake has never found her place. An orphan with no memory of who she is, her only belonging is a crescent moon necklace she has had ever since she can remember--and a secret crush on Kian, son to the Alpha, the unattainable man. However, all that changes when she is humiliated, one night at a party. Aria changes before the eyes of the whole school after her necklace is torn on her neck. A human girl, a Wolf? Impossible. Scared and lost, she runs away to the forest and then wakes up with Lucian, the weird outcast wolf by her side. As the town attempts to overcome her change, Aria uncovers a horrifying reality; she is the sole surviving descendant of the Moon Goddess and the only one with the power to end a curse that has been in existence since time.

My fiancé dumped me the moment he found out about my rare blood type. "That condition of yours? Yeah, it'd just drain my wallet." I was spiraling when Vincent showed up—like some knight in shining armor, pulling me out of the wreckage. He didn't care about my blood type. We barely dated before he proposed, and for a while, married life felt perfect. Until a year later, when I overheard him talking to a doctor. "Vincent, you already took 400 milliliters of Sophia's blood last month, and now you want another 200? Are you insane? Even if you love Emma, you can't just drain an innocent woman dry for her!" "A little more won't kill her. Stop overreacting." My head spun. My whole body went cold. That's when it hit me—our perfect marriage had been a lie from the start.

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.

It was almost New Year. I had just withdrawn money from the bank when I noticed that the amount on my passbook didn't match the cash in my hand. I counted carefully—my passbook showed a different figure than the five thousand dollars I was holding. Frustrated, I turned and went back to the counter to find the teller who had handled my transaction. Clutching the receipt, I tried to be polite. "Excuse me, I think there might be a mistake with this transaction." Instantly, she snapped, pointing her finger at my nose. "Don't you know that once you leave the counter, we are not responsible for any discrepancies?" I waved my hands, trying to explain. "No, wait, look again. I clearly withdrew five thousand dollars, but on my passbook, it shows…" She cut me off impatiently. "When you filled out the form, it was all right there. Once you leave the counter, it's not our problem. You signed the form yourself, confirming everything. Are we supposed to correct it every time someone claims a mistake after leaving the bank?" I froze. No wonder she kept repeating that the bank isn't responsible after leaving the counter. She thought I had come back to ask for more money. What I was really trying to explain was simple: I withdrew five thousand, yet my passbook showed that I deposited five thousand.

Michele Giuliani successfully takes the throne as the leader of the mafia forces in Costa Morala. During an interview, a reporter asks, "According to our observations, you've never concealed or removed the old alphabetic tattoo below your collarbone. Does that mean it has a special meaning to you?" Michele shakes his head with a sneer. "Five years ago, my fiancee, Alma Rossito, looked down on me because the Giulianis had lost their power and authority among the families. So, she ran off to be with another rich man. "Whenever I wanted to give up, I'd be reminded of her betrayal as soon as I laid my eyes on this tattoo. "Now that I've lasted this long, I just want to personally ask her a question." Michele digs out his phone and dials the number he has pinned at the top of his contact list without hesitation. "Alma, do you regret dumping my ass the moment I was kicked out of my family?" I turn the camera toward the chaotic underground casino and reply lazily, "Yeah, I regret doing that to you, Don Giuliani. But I've lost every cent under my name on horse-betting. Can you transfer 50 thousand dollars to me first so that I can earn my money back?" Michele ends the call instantly before punching the mirror next to him. The cracks in the mirror happen to reflect the dark tattoo beneath his collar. What Michele doesn't know is that I'm being held in the casino by loan sharks. Five years ago, I had taken out a huge loan from them and bribed the necessary connections as an anonymous party. That was how Michele got the opportunity to turn the tides in his favor and become the mafia king.

Cole Jackman married me to repay a life‑saving debt. Eight years after I entered the Jackman family with tens of billions, his long‑lost, unreachable first love, Ashley White, returned, with her child. Because Ashley had a nightmare, she claimed my son, Oliver Jackman, would bring misfortune to her child. Cole believed her without hesitation. He sent Oliver to an abandoned monastery deep in the mountains, forcing him to fast for seven days to “purify” whatever darkness Ashley imagined. I knelt before him, pleading, “Oliver has a heart condition. He won’t survive seven days without food.” Cole, busy preparing nutritious meals for Ashley, didn’t even look at me. “He won’t die from a few days of hunger. If he can’t endure this, he doesn’t deserve to be my son.” He locked me in the basement for the entire seven days. By the time I reached Oliver, he was already gone. I carried him home in my arms, his small body cold and still. Cole kicked me aside as he pulled Ashley into his embrace. “You’ve ruined our son! He’d even pretend to be dead just to deceive me. If you can’t discipline him, I’ll find him a new mother.” I wiped the tears from my face and dialed my older brother, Emilio Darcy. “Withdraw your investment,” I said, my voice steady for the first time in years. “Bankrupt the Jackman family.”

Mira Le'Breck was in dilemma on what she is going to do with her pregnancy, she is carrying the seed of the Vampire king. Who take advantage of her weakness on the night of that specific lunar eclipse, to fulfill the prophecy for world domination. The Vampire king is cruel, ruthless and power hungry. He mated her to give birth to the creature who posses the greatest power he will use this child to achieve world domination. Mira realized that the child is of her flesh and blood and into this child flows the bloodline that will restore the race of the white witches that are close to annihilation. Not knowing that she is carrying a triplets the future of the three races that will someday each represents the Vampires, werewolf and witches. They are the outcast of each of the races they represent, bound to make or break the lasting peace of all races for all creatures.

They've taken my father. They'll take me next unless I comply with their demands. Taking down the most powerful man in Italy. Cato Marino. The man is accompanied by his security team everywhere he goes. His fortress in Tuscany is impenetrable. He's the most paranoid man in the country. And there's no possibility I'll be able to take him down alone. If I want to save my father, I only have one option. To get into Cato's bed...and stay there.

“What do you want?” I asked, lifting my chin so they couldn’t see I was shaking. Hunter stepped closer. “You… for ourselves,” he said, voice low. The look in his eyes was serious, matched with the grin that always made my heart flutter. “For three months.” He said “No freaking way.” I snapped the denial, but they simply closed in. A hand found my neck, claiming, while the three of them loomed over me like predators circling their prey. “You’ve got a real mouth on you, don’t you?” Dean murmured. “Those are our terms.” “It’s you, or nothing, little one,” Logan pressed. Dean shoved a paper and pen into my hands; I glanced down: a contract binding me to them for three months. Three months of being their pet. Three months to let them ruin me. And if I’m honest, a dangerous part of me wanted exactly that. —---------- Sloane Moon is a woman with a checkered past, she is fated to be the ‘Moonseed’ of the pack but cursed to never be able to shift, she is abused and criticised her entire life. When the boy she loved double crosses her and gets engaged to her best friend, she is devastated and broken into pieces. Before she is able to process her emotions, she is branded a traitor and exiled out of the pack by her brother who is the alpha Now homeless, she is approached by her brother's best friends, the triple Alpha's of the Moonlight Pack and they offer her a contract: They will own her, for three months. Sloane accepts, only to realize she has either made the greatest mistake of her life, or the greatest choice. She just has to try not to fall in love with the Alphas first.