Faking It With Damien Black

In the shadowed kingdom of Valthorne, King Aric fell deeply in love with Seraphine, a half-demon woman of infernal beauty and fire. Their son, Prince Kane, was born heir to the throne. But weeks later, Aric was found murdered,throat slashed. His ruthless sister, Lady Morgana, accused Seraphine of using demonic sorcery to kill him. The queen was burned alive in the public square, her screams lost to black flames. The infant Kane was spared, raised as the "cursed prince" under Morgana's cold rule. Twenty-two years later, on the eve of his coronation, a terrified maid enters his chambers with a dagger. In the struggle, she stabs herself and dies. Guards find Kane standing over her body, blood on his hands. His fiancée, Princess Valerie of Eldrath, rejects him with disgust: "Just like your mother. A demon wearing a crown." The court condemns him without trial. Dragged to Dead Hill Valley,a bottomless abyss for the damned,Kane swears vengeance: "I will return. And every soul who betrayed my parents will burn." They hurl him into the void. He falls. Until darkness catches him. At the valley floor, demons with storm-gray skin and glowing amber eyes surround him. A fierce silver-haired female sees the blazing Emperor's mark on his shoulder. She commands: "Kneel. This is the one." They bow. She steps closer, smiling. "You are home, my king." The abandoned prince is no bastard. He is the last heir to an empire of demons. And vengeance is only the beginning.

When the Gods abandoned our world, they didn't just strip away their blessings—they stole Death itself. Humanity was left to rot. Afflicted by a cosmic curse known as the Ever-Blight, humans no longer die. Instead, their souls are trapped in decaying, immortal vessels, transforming cities into screaming purgatories of Hollows—mindless, breathing corpses driven by eternal agony. Elijah lost everything to the Blight. Forced to wander the ashen wastelands alone, his only goal was survival. But when the black veins of the Blight finally crept up his arm, he didn't turn into a Hollow. Instead, an Angel of Death descended, tore his soul from his rotting flesh, and cast him into the Crucible of Genesis—a savage, fractured dimension where rogue gods, celestial horrors, and primordial demons wage an endless war. Here, true death is a luxury, and the "deceased" of Earth are reborn as Vanguards, immortal soldiers forced to fight for the very deities who cursed their world. But Elijah didn't awaken as a mere soldier. He awakened the Akashic Mandate, an ancient, forbidden cosmic law etched into his soul. It grants him a terrifying power: the ability to permanently devour the souls, magic, and lifespans of any monster, demon, or god he slays. In a universe where true death is extinct, Elijah becomes the Reaper. To break the curse on Earth and avenge humanity, he must carve a bloody path to the throne of the Gods. But as he devours the divine and the demonic alike, Elijah faces a horrifying choice: will he restore the cycle of life and death, or will he become a calamity far worse than the Gods he seeks to destroy?

With more power than the government and more influential than the church, Ben manages to be the greatest drug lord in the black market. This great power and influence comes also with unnecessary attention and draws greedy attempts amongst his associates, including the Tang dynasty. After the negotiable compliant Mr. Tang was befallen with stroke, the business was left in the amateur hands of the two sons, Wu and Li. The Tang brothers were greedy and sought the power Ben possessed. So the two brothers rage the war and it’s the Tang brothers against Ben. Along the way, Ben’s brother-Reuben- is badly injured and is admitted. Elsewhere circumstances and over burden obligations drive a man to suicide but fortunately he survives a forty floor story building drop and is admitted in the same hospital Reuben is admitted. This coincidental unplanned encounter leads to the first meet up between Brian and Ben. At very potential danger and a failed attempted assassination, Ben cooks up an insane idea and opts to hire Brian to act as Reuben temporarily. So the train wreck begins, initially Brian portrays as a humble aspiring drug accomplice but after several attempts by the Tang brothers, Ben is forced to lay low and entrusts Brian with his empire. This move changed the tables, Brian’s ambition and goal to be the best brings hell on earth for those around and loyal to Ben, especially the knights. The excessive blood spilling draws Ben from his hideout, and chaos was everywhere, worse Brian joins forces with the Tang dynasty. However Ben is determined to prove the two merged forces that he was the head for a reason. So the war escalates and eventually only one emerges the strongest.

For three years, Ethan Cole was a ghost in his own marriage. ​He was the "pity project" of the Bennett family—a penniless man Sophia married to satisfy a debt of conscience. He spent those years enduring the sting of public insults, the cold silence of his wife’s bed, and the crushing weight of being called a "useless parasite" by the city's elite. ​On their third anniversary, the humiliation reached its peak. Sophia didn’t give him a gift; she gave him divorce papers—and she did it in a ballroom filled with the very people who laughed at his shoes. She chose Ryan Parker, a man with a heavy wallet and a hollow soul. ​But Sophia made one fatal mistake. ​She never asked where Ethan came from before the day she found him broken on the street. ​Ethan Cole isn’t a failure. He is a weapon forged by the most powerful dynasty the world has never seen. He is the hidden heir to the Cole Empire, and for three years, he was simply waiting for the betrayal that would allow him to stop playing human. ​Now, the black card is out. The convoy is waiting. ​As the Bennett family’s world begins to crumble and Ryan Parker’s empire turns to ash, the city realizes too late that they didn't just mock a poor man—they humiliated a King. ​Ethan is back for blood, wealth, and the kind of revenge that leaves no survivors. But as he climbs back onto his throne, he must decide: will he reclaim his humanity, or will he become the monster everyone always accused him of being? ​The world is kneeling. Sophia is breaking. And Ethan? Ethan is just getting started.

Phoenix Arizona 2 years ago, Maks made a terrible mistake by trusting an "inner voice" who was actually Pandora, the mother of monsters. He unleashed monsters into the world until a war between the awakeners and the monsters started. Pandora wanted a world where the monsters could be included. But she realised that it was never meant to be. Maks with the help of his friends and allies. Banished the monsters back to the null void and peace was restored. ...But not entirely... Maks sat back brushing his black cat's ears. He was finished with college at 23 and he wanted to go to med school. In a funny turn of events, his bully's father would be funding his med school journey. He wanted to do things for himself and that didn't end well. That wasn't to say that he wasn't going to try. "Maks, to the kitchen." His stepmother Doreen Fletcher-Anderson said. She had come into her life when he was 8. She had trouble conceiving for 3 years before she had his half sister Jessica. He was so conflicted and it took him over a decade to come to love her but he couldn't blame his half sister. He took care of her even though he thought she was a burden. He went to the kitchen and his stepmom gave him a tray of sandwiches. "You haven't been eating, you've lost weight." "I lost the football tryouts, of course I'm trying to lose weight." Doreen turned to him and smiled.

They burned my mother's name into the dirt and sold my sister to silence. Ten years ago I was a boy who could not stop them. Tonight I walk back into Ironport as a stranger, and nobody in this city knows that the empire whispered about in war rooms and black markets across three continents answers to me. I came back for two things. My sister, locked behind a fence and told for six years that she is broken. And the truth about the night my mother died, a truth this city buried so deep it forgot to check whether her son would ever come digging. They think the past is buried. They are about to learn that I dug it up, and I brought fire. But some of the people I trust most are not who I think they are, and the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize the enemy I came home to destroy might already be sitting at my own table, wearing a familiar face. Every step forward costs me someone I love, and every answer I find only opens a door onto a darker one. And somewhere in the middle of a war I never meant to survive with my heart intact, a woman on the wrong side of this fight is starting to make me forget why I came back cold. I built ten years of armor around myself for exactly this city. I never planned on anyone finding a way through it. They think I am a stranger. They are about to learn I am the storm they built with their own hands, and this time, I am not leaving until every debt is paid in full.

On a moon where everyone discards their past, some secrets refuse to stay buried. ​Noctis Reach, Level 1313. Amidst the thick acid smog and the ruthless reign of armed cartels, The Garage stands as an anomaly. It is nothing more than a humble scrap yard, and L is just a mechanic who prefers fixing engines over talking. But for the smugler, street kids, hoverbike racers, and bounty hunters who gather there, the grease-scented workshop is a sanctuary. A home. ​No one knows that beneath the lead-lined foundations of The Garage, L has buried a bloody past. He is a remnant of a fallen Order—the former apprentice of a Veilbound who once cloaked himself in black and hunted the assassins of the Imperium Nexus to the very brink of his sanity. ​He swore never to ignite his Arcblade again. He was finally making peace with the light side. ​But peace is a luxury in this galaxy. When a piece of salvaged scrap accidentally transmits a passive signal to the Imperium Nexus network, the shadows L left behind come knocking. An Eclipse Agent descends upon the streets of Noctis Reach, bringing death and ash, hunting for the source of the signal hidden right beneath their feet. ​To protect his new family from slaughter, L must plunge back into the darkness he has fought so hard to avoid. Igniting his weapon means bringing a war to the front doors of The Garage. But if he does nothing, everyone he cares about will perish. ​A single strike of the blade will start it all. The question is: can L end this hunt without losing his soul all over again?

Allen had nothing. Mocked by in-laws. No memory of his childhood. Tossed about by his boss like a stray dog. It was as if life itself was determined to break him. But he kept going until the night his wife slid a divorce letter across the table and called him a burden. That night, everything crumbled. But every end births a new beginning. That same night, Allen received a call: he was the heir to a trillion-dollar consortium. He didn’t believe it—until the next morning, when a convoy of sleek black exotic cars rolled up to his curb. Mens in a tailored suit stepped out, bowed low, and chorused before him, “Sir, it’s time to return.” In a heartbeat, Allen’s world flipped. He was the last bloodline of an ancient and ultra-powerful consortium. In mere days, Allen is pulled into a world of power beyond imagination: Power... Mansions... Wealth, of course but the kind that can alter stock markets with a single whisper. Influence strong enough to make presidents pause. The same world that once spat on him now knelt at his feet. But power comes with a cost. There are enemies who wanted him dead before and hated the fact that he's back— Powerful men who believe it is a mistake to leave such power in the hands of someone as his. But Allen isn’t just back for the showoff. He’s back to make whoever destroyed his family pay. He is no longer the forgotten man. He is Allen Penthorne, heir to a trillion-dollar empire. And this time, he decides who rises and who falls. And this time, he'll make them all pay!

The Last Dragon Knight has been born, and misfortune looms over the lands of Dorlan like a shadow foretelling a tragic end. His power can open a portal to the Abyss and unleash an apocalyptic war, leaving the world at the mercy of demons. This has reached the ears of the acolytes of the Brotherhood of the Black Flame, who wish to fulfill the prophecy and will seek to capture him now that he is just a child. The pieces of a macabre game have begun to move in the shadows, and war is imminent. Hope rests on the knight Kalen ‘Fal, who, accompanied by a surly warrior and an elven assassin, and guided through wild lands by an ex-mercenary of dubious reputation, must protect the newborn at all costs in a world full of betrayals, bloodshed, and ruthless cruelty, with civilization hanging by a thread… What to expect (and what not): 🛡️ No game mechanics, no stat screens — This isn't litRPG. It's a grounded, character-driven fantasy. ⚔️ Fallen heroes, not flawless ones — The protagonist is a paladin... but the light might not always follow him. 🐉 Prophecies, yes—but never what you'd expect — The "chosen one" might not even be human. Or a hero. 🔥 Dark cults, undead armies, and orcs with purpose. Even monsters have stories. 🧠 Politics, betrayal, and silent wars — Swords clash, but daggers in the dark cut deeper. 🐢 A slow burn with real consequences — This is a long game. Growth takes time. Pain leaves scars. Trust is earned. 💔 Emotional weight — There will be grief, love, guilt, and sacrifice. For new readers: If you're here for fast battles and instant power-ups, this may not be your story. But if you're willing to walk through ashes, you'll find fire.

Ace thought he could fuck his ex and walk away clean. One night in that cheap motel with Lena was supposed to be just a mistake. One raw, desperate fuck where she rode him like she owned his soul, her scorching velvet pussy gripping him so tight he forgot his own name. But the hickeys on his neck the next morning set everything on fire. Clara saw them. Clara lost her shit. And suddenly their “open” marriage looked like the hypocritical joke it had always been. Now Lena won’t let go. She’s not the girl he left behind anymore. She’s Nova now — colder, meaner, and ten times more dangerous. Packages start showing up at his door: her soaked panties that still smell like her cum, a single black rose, and then the steel cock cage. Cold. Unforgiving. Clicking shut around his throbbing dick while she watches with that satisfied little smile. Every time Ace tells himself it’s over, his cock betrays him. Every time he tries to be the good husband, he ends up back between her legs, leaking and desperate, hating how fucking perfect it feels to be used by her again. Clara is lying. His job is slipping. And Nova is tightening the leash. He knows he should stop. He knows this is going to destroy him. But the truth is worse: he doesn’t want to. Some exes don’t just come back. They lock you up and make you beg for more.