Black Cat 6s

Axel is a trained demon hunter who came to Jakarta with one single mission: to wipe out every creature that strays beyond the bounds of humanity. Rules drilled into him since childhood have taught him to see the world in nothing but black and white—until he meets Rena, the shadow mage who was supposed to be his target. Their first encounter ends in a deadly fight that Axel fails to finish, and what follows becomes a long chase that leads him to an unexpected truth. Rena is nothing like the threat he was told she is. She is just another survivor fighting to stay alive and protect those around her. As understanding slowly grows between them, the organization that raised Axel learns what he has found. He is branded a traitor, Rena is labeled a dangerous instigator, and both are now hunted by the very people Axel once called comrades. Their only chance to survive is to cross into the shadow realm, a place with no guarantee of ever returning. Now Axel must choose: cling to the rules he has always followed, rules built on lies, or stand beside the only person who never asked him to be just a weapon.

Three years ago, Drake, the legendary Asura Marshal, was the shield of the nation. But at the height of his glory, he was betrayed by the High Council and poisoned with the "Yin-Soul Toxin," leaving him crippled and powerless. To survive, he became the "trash" son-in-law of the Vance family. For one thousand days, he endured the world’s mockery. He was forced to eat scraps, sleep in a shed, and watch as his "wife" was insulted by arrogant young masters. The world thought the Dragon had become a worm. They were wrong. The three-year limit has expired. The poison is suppressed. The Dragon has opened his eyes. "Three years ago, you took my power. Today, I take your lives." With the Black Dragon Card in his pocket and the world’s most elite Legion at his back, Drake begins his bloody march to the Capital. The "trash" son-in-law? He is the world's richest man. The "cripple"? He can shatter mountains with a single finger. The "beggar"? He is the God of War who makes Emperors kneel. Step by step, Drake will reclaim his throne. And this time, he won’t stop until the Capital is dyed red.

Andrew Chappatti is nothing. To the Ciaro family, Boston's most powerful crime dynasty, he's a nameless handyman who fixes electronics and keeps his head down. Married to the don's favorite daughter, Emilia, as a dying wish, he's spent two years as an invisible, unconsummated husband. A joke. A pauper. A nobody. But when the city's most dangerous drug lord, Lesner, crashes Mrs. Ciaro's birthday party and claims Emilia as his bride, Andrew does something no one expects: he stands up and calls her his wife. Humiliated and broken, Andrew runs into the night. That's when the black SUVs arrive. Dragged to a hidden mansion, Andrew discovers the truth his father died to protect: he's not a handyman. He's the heir to the Chappatti Cartel, the most feared criminal empire the world has ever seen. And tonight, a hundred men in red bow to him as their leader. Lesner thinks he's taking Emilia in three days. He doesn't know who he's dealing with. The underrated son-in-law is about to become the most dangerous man in Boston. ---

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

Lucas Moreau spent three years as a live-in son-in-law to the Beaumont family — enduring daily humiliations, silent cruelties, and the slow erosion of his self-worth. When his wife, Céleste, betrays him in the most devastating way possible, Lucas walks out with nothing but his name. Or so he believes. That same night, a silver-haired man in a black Bentley finds him on the rain-slicked streets of Paris. The message is simple: Lucas's estranged grandfather, the patriarch of the Moreau dynasty — one of the oldest and wealthiest families in France — is dying, and he wants Lucas home. Armed with a centuries-old fortune, a brilliant mind sharpened by years of humiliation, and a fury that refuses to cool, Lucas does not simply reclaim his birthright. He dismantles every person who ever looked down at him — piece by piece, deal by deal, smile by cold, calculated smile. But as Lucas rises, he finds an unexpected compass in Isabelle Fontaine — a sharp-tongued master pastry chef who refuses to be impressed by wealth and sees through every one of his carefully constructed walls. In a world of glass towers and old grudges, can Lucas keep his humanity? Or will the hunger for revenge consume the one thing worth having?

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.

In the darkest corners of Marseille, where hope sinks faster than a rusted anchor, an overdose should have been the end for Jean Valéry. But for this broken Navy veteran, death was only a doorway. He awoke with another soul burning within him—that of the Black Sea Alchemist, the failed guardian of Atlantis, whispering of ancient magic and the vengeance of the deep. Every corner of the Old Port is now his laboratory, every drop of polluted saltwater an ingredient for deadly potions and poisons. Fractured memories guide him, while a raw and dangerous alchemical power demands release. But Marseille is not only a haven for crime bosses. Deep within its murky waters, an ancient power has awakened, demanding accountability for the failures of his past reincarnations. To save the city, he must first seize it from the grip of the underworld. To atone for the sins of the past, he must become a monster in the present. This is not a story about the rise of a hero. This is a story of transmutation—how a broken man is melted down in the crucible of magic, malice, and destiny. The question isn't whether he will survive, but what he will become afterward: an unbeatable crime king, or a protector damned by the sea?

The sound of screeching tires dragged his attention and a line of at least seven exotic cars drove towards his direction. “Greetings young master Herondale!” they chorused, bowing their heads. “What?!” He asked, confused. “You've got the wrong person.” * * * * * Maltreated, insulted, humiliated, and poor, Allen Slade still hangs under the wings of his wife and her family—the same people who wouldn't hesitate to embarrass him because he has no choice. On the day of his wedding anniversary, after getting a gift for his wife with his last cash, Allen bumps into her in bed with her boss. She informs him of her engagement with her boss and chases him out to the cold street, leaving him broken and homeless. But fate has other plans. Men in black rush towards him, unveiling a whole new information. He is the heir to a vast fortune and his biological family wants him back! The once humiliated Allen Slade becomes Allen Herondale In two minutes! What happens when his ex-wife and family finds out? You guessed right. They come crawling back!!!

Robbin Vance, a disgraced, jaded Frontier Guard Captain, just wants to quietly get through his exile. When a lonely, remote mining colony falls silent, he and the keen-eyed young scout Elaine see what their eyes couldn't believe, a creature filled with bodies, rooted standing where they fell; their bodies welded, flesh to flesh and bone to flesh, with a weeping, black iron that glows with a pale, alien light in their eyes. General Alistair Thorne and his legendary lost legions have reemerged after one thousand years dormant in the earth below. No longer entirely human, they have become living dead soldiers fighting a thousand year old war to reconquer a continent, to destroy their long-time enemy, an empire the current modern world has unwittingly reconstructed itself around. To do so, Robbin Vance will have to work with Juliana, a natural philosopher with all the keys to the past, to mount a desperate colonial resistance against the brutal, snow-stained winter, and against these ruthless champions when the old world wakes up and finishes its war. To win the war, the living must learn to strike and defend what belongs to them.

“Look at him. Completely useless.” Whispers spread like poison as students mocked Asta. He stood alone before the crystal ball,his palms open, waiting for his family’s legendary flame. Nothing came. “No spark. Not even rookie fire. What a joke.” Laughter rang out. “I heard he killed his mother, like, he literally ate his way out from his mothers womb like a monster!” Asta trembled. “It’s not true… I saw the man in the black cloak…” The Empress rose,her eyes cold. “You worm. No flame. No worth. Get out of my sight you disgust me.” Asta walked away through jeers, to the labor pits. An old worker whispered. “They’re blind. I see the Legendary Dragon Flame in you...sleeping deep.” Asta stared at his palm. A dark smile grew. If the old man was right… he wasn’t weak. He was the strongest. When the Dragon Flame wakes, those who laughed will kneel in ashes. Did he awaken it? Did he take revenge? Dive into the fantasy to find out.