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Derek Cross spent five years in a cage like an animal for a crime he never committed — because the woman he loved begged him to take the fall. He believed it was an accident. He believed she was worth it. He was wrong on both counts. The moment he walks free, Vanessa is waiting — not to welcome him home, but to destroy him in front of a stranger's kiss. Nolan Frost, heir to the Iron Talon Gang, wraps his arm around her waist and delivers the final blow: "Baby." He grinned around the word. "So this is the idiot who went to jail for me." Nolan was driving that night. Vanessa set Derek up from the beginning, orchestrating every tear, every promise, every year stolen from him — all to bury him while she climbed toward everything she'd taken. They think they've broken him. They have no idea what actually walked out of that prison. Two old men had quietly watched Derek from the inside — a martial master who rebuilt his body into something lethal, and a gentleman who handed him the one thing no fortune could buy: the chairmanship of Olympus, the empire sitting above every throne in Crown City. Even Darius Carter — the phantom underground emperor the city fears, the man two-thirds of its syndicates kneel to — is nothing more than Derek's errand boy. Derek doesn't want blood. Not yet. He wants Vanessa and Nolan to watch, in real time, as everything they stole is returned tenfold — while they kneel in the wreckage of what they threw away. Beside him stands Monica Hayden, the woman his godfathers chose — cold, brilliant, and the only one who ever saw what Derek Cross truly was. Not a loser. A storm nobody saw coming.

The bullet tore through a man's throat, and Dante Cross didn't even blink. Dante is the finest cleaner the Agency has ever created—a ghost who erases bodies, witnesses, and entire operations without leaving a trace. Loyal to the system that shaped him, he believes one last mission will earn his freedom. He's wrong. The Agency never lets its weapons walk away. When a routine dead drop ends with two trusted contacts slaughtered inside a safehouse only he knew about, Dante realizes someone is erasing his trail while he's still alive. The betrayal isn't from an enemy but from someone who knows his real name, his retirement plan, and the location of the only person he still cares about. The truth is devastating: the order came from inside, and his own handler has marked him for death. As Dante digs deeper, he discovers his final assignment is far bigger than a cartel cleanup. It's the transfer of seven high-value prisoners who hold secrets capable of exposing a shadow network spanning three continents. If the prisoners disappear, the truth dies with them. If the operation fails, the organization vanishes into the shadows forever. Dante is the only man who knows both the transfer route and how the network truly operates. Then comes the final revelation. His handler hasn't just betrayed him—he has been manipulating him for years. Every mission, every kill, every "clean" operation was never about justice but about testing and perfecting a living weapon. Dante was never the Agency's cleaner. He was its experiment. Now hunted by the organization that created him, Dante must uncover the truth, protect the last person he loves, and survive long enough to destroy the system before it erases him forever. The countdown has already begun.

Betrayed. Ruined. Reborn. Austin was the undisputed top genius of the Roaring Heaven Sect, a legendary beast tamer who bled for three agonizing years to elevate his clan into royalty. But the very moment they grasped ultimate power, loyalty was traded for ruthless ambition. His aristocratic fiancée, Vivian, alongside her cold-blooded family, betrayed him without hesitation. They ruthlessly pierced his dantian, shattered his cultivation, and ripped his Grade-9 Astral Phoenix soul straight from his flesh to graft it into her body. Cast out like garbage into the freezing, bone-chilled Ashen Graveyard during a howling blizzard, Austin lay dying among the skeletons of forgotten monsters. But as his heart gave its final desperate beat, his blood boiled, awakening a forbidden primordial lineage. TABOO BLOODLINE AWAKENED: THE COSMIC DEVOURER SYSTEM CORE INITIALIZED: YOU NO LONGER TAME BEASTS. YOU EAT GODS. Reconstructed with a swirling vortex of infinite gravity, Austin’s first system pull grants him a tiny, translucent Void Slime. When a mountain-sized, Tier-10 Ghost Emperor Dragon tears through space to annihilate him, the tiny slime unhinges its jaw to swallow the sky whole—devouring the dragon and skyrocketing Austin’s power straight to the Golden Core Realm. Yet, this massive surge of energy alerts the Higher Planes. Three god-level assassins are now descending to hunt him down, leaving Austin with a strict seven-day ticking clock to prepare. To survive, Austin conceals his terrifying new power, assuming the role of a bruised, broken, level-one trash cultivator. While Vivian and her clan arrogantly celebrate his death and auction off his ancestral legacy, the ultimate monster slips back through the city gates. They stripped him of his beast soul, so he will feed them to his gods. The real hunt has just begun.

They should have made sure he stayed down. Seventeen-year-old Theodore Cross knows his place at the bottom. Bullied. Broke. Beaten. Working dead-end shifts to pay off his dead father's debts while his mother slowly dies from an illness he can't afford to treat. When gang enforcers corner him in an alley and beat him within an inch of his life, Theo accepts his fate. He's always been prey. This is just how his story ends. Except it doesn't. An ancient dying werewolf fleeing from hunters finds Theo bleeding out and makes a choice. With its final breath, it passes on something that hasn't been seen in five hundred years: a Royal bloodline. Theo wakes to a new reality. Enhanced strength. Supernatural senses. And a mysterious Blood Moon System that treats his life like a game with quests, levels, and abilities that grow stronger with every challenge he conquers. But this power comes with brutal rules: The Masquerade must never be broken. The Midnight Council rules with an iron fist. Born werewolves see him as an inferior mutt worthy only of death. And inside him, a beast grows stronger each day, whispering promises of violence and domination. The people who made his life hell are about to learn a hard lesson "Theodore Cross is done being prey." From underground fight clubs to pack politics, from gang warfare to supernatural hunters, Theo must navigate a hidden world where one mistake means death. He'll build his own pack from outcasts and misfits. Face enemies who've had centuries to perfect their cruelty. And somehow keep the monster inside from consuming what's left of his humanity. Because in the end, the real question isn't whether he can survive. It's what kind of monster he'll become.

Ethan Moore spent ten years being the perfect husband. He worked sixteen hour shifts so his wife Claire could carry designer bags. He paid off his mother in law's credit card debt four times. He covered his brother in law's DUI lawyers, his daughter's private school tuition, and every vacation, every spa trip, every brunch bill that his family racked up without ever once saying thank you. And when he lay dying in a hospital bed with three cracked ribs and a punctured lung, not one of them held his hand. "I called the insurance company this morning. The payout is $750,000, but with the accidental clause, it bumps to 1.2 million." His wife crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone without looking at him once. "What about the stock options from his company? Those vest on death, don't they?" His mother in law leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded. And then his daughter, the girl he carried on his shoulders at county fairs, the girl he stayed up with during thunderstorms, looked up from her phone and said the words that stopped his heart. "You know he's not even my real dad, right? I just want to know if I still get stuff. I really need a new phone." He woke up three years in the past with every memory of his deathbed burned into his brain and a system that returned every dollar he spent tenfold. The man who once apologized to a waiter for sending back cold soup now buys $400,000 suits without blinking. The man who skipped his own father's funeral because his wife said they couldn't afford the flight now carries $20 million in his back pocket. The pushover is dead. And the people who killed him don't even know he's coming.