PREVIEW

... win the battle with the decisive battle between the strong! Now the so-called big battle It’s just an appetizer for the blood festival. August 1st Chinese website? W?W?W.81ZW.COM”

The Purple Dragon King smiled bitterly.

It’s just this blood sacrifice for the appetizer, it’s already killing the blood of the corpse, and the endless redness...

It seems that I am not really a material of the Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor. As a demon of the demon, they all look horrified and sh ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
My Range is One MillionChapter 301: Epilogue – 3. THE END.
 1.5k
4.3/5(votes)
ActionFantasy

Have you been targeted?Maybe, since you’ve been in his range all along.What else can you do but prepare yourself to be killed?

After Entering the Wrong Room, I Became Mr. Feng's WifeChapter 220 - : Contract Duration
 2.4k
4.5/5(votes)
RomanceJosei

Yu Fei was sabotaged by her peers at a celebratory gala. They pushed her into a hotel room, but it turned out to be the wrong one! The four men who were hired ended up waiting for nothing the entire night. Meanwhile, Yu Fei found herself crossing paths with the noblest and most dangerous man in Nan City!

Ever since then, the cold Mr. Feng began pampering his wife endlessly. She liked making movies, and so he casually invested several hundred million. He’d let her become an internationally acclaimed director and celebrity if that’s what she wanted!

“I, Feng Yi, want to pamper this woman. Does anybody have a problem with that?” Mr. Feng asked.

One day, a reporter asked him this question. “Mr. Feng, what do you do when you get home each day?”

“I spend time with my wife,” he answered.

“Are you showing your affection for her?” The audience thought out loud.

“Mr. Feng, what’s your hobby?” The reporter asked.

“Spending time with my wife,” he answered.

“That’s impossible… Absolutely impossible!” The audience exclaimed.

“Mr. Feng, what is most important to you?” The reporter asked.

“Spending time with my wife,” he answered.

“Do you think you’re the only person with a wife?” The audience asked.

The bigshot, who was rumored to be a cold and merciless man, actually loved his wife to pieces. His greatest hobby was to pamper his wife in every way imaginable!

Dear readers! Fresh green style, maybe you will like it more in .

The World Devouring SystemChapter 38: Correcting a Small Misunderstanding (1)
 8
4.0/5(votes)
FantasyActionAdultHarem

[You have successfully devoured your target.][Your strength has increased by 250.][Your speed has increased by 200.][Your defense has increased by 300.] [You have acquired the Golden Immortal Bloodline.][You have acquired the Chaos Beast Physique.][Your cultivation has increased.][You have accumulated Madness.]The Era of Chaos is upon the Cosmos once more leading to various kinds of Chaotic Rifts spawning randomly.Meanwhile, a 26-year-old actor on Earth, Pascal Margrave, transmigrates into the body of Caelum Goldheart. Upon transmigration, he becomes the host of the World Devouring System - a system that allows Caelum to quickly become stronger by absorbing the power of anyone he kills.However, things are not so simple. Caelum quickly realizes that while he is the [Host] of the World Devouring System, he is not its true [Master]. Failing to complete the system's milestones within the designated time will lead to his soul being tortured in the Netherworld for all Eternity.Join Caelum on his journey as he attempts to take control of his own fate, uncovers the hidden plots around his transmigration and becomes the dominant power of the Cosmos.

Hades' Cursed LunaChapter 334: Running Through The Ruins
 2.5k
4.0/5(votes)
FantasyAdult

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”