Secret Love

Benjamin Hart was heartlessly murdered in cold blood by his wife, Serena Marcelline. She neglected her sick daughter, fighting to reinforce her career as the city mayor, while she was knowingly losing her family. Aria, her daughter died out of her own negligence . She eliminated her husband clean, as divorcing him would be scandalous to her career, choosing another wealthy man over his him. But unbeknownst to her, her ex- husband who she thought was dead was never dead. He was given a second chance, and he returned, reincarnated as the supreme Lord, the most powerful being in the world.

They thought he was dead. They thought they had won. Left for dead on the battlefield, Supreme General Asher Blackmoor of Drakmont was written off as a blind, broken man. His wife betrayed him, his parents were tormented, and his enemies celebrated his downfall. But Blackmoor doesn’t fall. He rises. Now, the man they believed defeated has returned—stronger, fiercer, and hungrier for revenge. Armed with a vengeance that burns brighter than the fires of war, he will crush anyone who dared to cross him, past or present. Because in Blackmoor’s world, no one escapes justice. They should have killed him when they had the chance. What does the General have in mind as he makes his comeback?

Born into the most prestigious clan of sword masters, I was destined to become a legend. My father believed I would be his prodigy, training me relentlessly to awaken my Hakana — the power that defines a true master. My family had high expectations. My friends believed I would be the next mighty warrior. But everything shattered when my father was betrayed — murdered by his closest friend, who stole the power meant to be mine. Stripped of my birthright, cast aside as a nobody, I must now claw my way back from nothing. I will challenge the strongest masters, slay the demons in my path, and reclaim the power that was stolen from me. But as blood stains my hands and the darkness creeps into my soul, I must ask myself: Will I rise as the hero I was born to be? Or will I fall... and become the Demon Slayer I was never meant to be?

They killed his father and framed him for crimes he didn't commit, they also didn't stop until they stole and destroy everything he loved. They all thought they were done with Marcus until five years later. Five years in a supernatural realm transformed him into something the monsters never expected. Now he's back with powers that defy reality, wealth that commands respect, and a hunger for revenge that won't be satisfied until every enemy bleeds. The ex-fiancée who betrayed him? She wants him back. The sister he thought was dead? She's been weaponized against him. The cosmic entity devouring dimensions? It's coming for him specifically. Marcus Vale thought he was hunting the people who destroyed his family. He didn't know his entire bloodline was designed for war, that his mother has been building an interdimensional army, or that making the Devourer cry would be the *least* weird thing about his week. Revenge was supposed to be something simple. Instead, he's got: - Three powerful women fighting for his attention - A reformed apocalypse monster as a pen pal - 500 supernatural soldiers about to invade Earth - And a family tree that connects to literal demons And now everyone—human and monster alike—is about to learn what happens when you push a Vale too far.

Arthur Moore inherited nothing from his father except debt. At twelve years old, his life was destroyed when his father died after taking a $35 million loan using the family company as collateral. While the rest of the Moore family abandoned him to escape responsibility, Arthur and his sick mother were left behind to drown beneath crushing interest rates, endless labor, and humiliating poverty. For years, Arthur worked like a slave under the bank that owned his debt, enduring abuse, insults, and endless suffering just to keep his dying mother alive. Then one terrible night changes everything. Arthur discovers the truth his mother kept hidden from him for years: He is the sole heir to a hidden trillion dollar empire that controls world banks, corporations, luxury brands, and the global economy from the shadows. Overnight, Arthur's life changes completely. The poor delivery boy who was once treated like dirt is suddenly enrolled in Royal Elite Academy—the most prestigious and ruthless institution in the world, where students are ranked by wealth, bloodline, and influence.

For three years Kai Mercer cleaned their cars, ate their leftovers, and answered to whatever name they felt like calling him that day. He let them. Not because he was weak. Not because he had no choice. Because the people who sent him into the Shen household told him to wait. To watch. To learn exactly how rotten their empire was from the inside before he burned it down. Then they dragged him out in front of three hundred guests, handed him divorce papers with his wife's signature already dry on the last page, and threw him into the street like he was never a man at all. That was the last mistake they will ever make. Kai Mercer is not who they think he is. He never was. And every person who smiled while they destroyed him is about to find out that the nobody they threw away was the only thing standing between them and the most powerful family in the country. He is not coming back for revenge. He is coming back to collect. And this time nobody is walking him to the door.

In world of anguish and chaos, birthed with the gift to weld magic and targeted by all races even to the peak of extinction, they lived in the mystic realm with nothing but sheer will. But, they were at there end, a conspiracy was being hatched, and the end of all things was at hand. Amidst this ploy, a hero rose amongst the humans, and he alone will be able to discover the secret behind the prophecy.

After dying for seven minutes, Michael Johnson awakens with a lethal gift: heal with one touch, kill with another. As secret Orders hunt the power inside him, Michael learns a brutal truth—saving lives is killing him, and killing makes him unstoppable. The question is no longer can he save humanity… but should he?

In 2061, humanity falls under the rule of the Eclipse System, a divine game controlled by celestial tyrants called Judicators. Humans are reduced to either privileged servants or disposable gladiators forced to fight for entertainment. Kael Draven was once one of the enslaved. After enduring endless bloodshed, he rose to become the Eternal Reaper—the first human to slaughter the gods themselves. But upon reaching the heavens, he uncovered the truth: the System was created by the Architects to endlessly harvest human suffering across repeating timelines. To destroy the cycle, Kael shattered reality itself. Kael awakens ten years in the past, once again trapped inside the brutal Obsidian Bastion with a slave collar around his neck and his powers gone. Yet hidden within his soul lies the Void Reliquary, a forbidden vault containing stolen divine powers from his previous life. While the world follows the System’s rules, Kael gains strength through Sin Echoes earned by defying fate itself. Pretending to be a weak gladiator, he secretly prepares for vengeance. This time, he won’t merely survive the gods’ game—he will erase the heavens before they can rule humanity again.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...