
Introduction
Five years later, still stuck at Level 11 with no talent and no future, Lucas faces his end on a blood-stained street as a red Abyss Gate opens beside him. High-level Gifted arrive to fight the monster — but they leave him to die.
In his final moments, something ancient stirs inside the frail young man with snow-white hair.
The System has one last card to play… and this time, it might not let him stay weak.
Chapter 1
Chapter One
The world does not announce its turning points, nor does fate seek permission before etching its mark. It simply watches, waits, and then chooses a single life to carry the burden of consequence , whether that life is prepared to be broken by it or not. Yet destiny has a curious habit of selecting the most unlikely vessels.
Lucas stirred awake to another morning that already felt determined to disappoint him. Most of his days began this way , with a heavy sigh and the familiar weight of resignation pressing down on his chest.
He lay stretched out on the hard floor of his tiny one-room apartment, the only barrier between his body and the cold concrete being a thin, worn-out sheet that had long since lost any trace of comfort. As he pushed himself up, the cramped space greeted him like a constant, unwanted reminder of everything he lacked.
A cheap plastic table fan hummed and rattled beside him in its usual irritating rhythm. Every few seconds, the blades scraped against the casing with a grating noise that drilled into his skull. Turning it off wasn’t an option; without it, the room quickly turned into an unbearable oven.
The air wasn’t pleasant either. In one corner sat a growing pile of unwashed clothes, slumped like a defeated beast. Lucas wasn’t inherently messy , the problem was the apartment complex’s absurd communal laundry schedule. Tenants were allowed to use the shared washing machine only once every two weeks, forcing him to let the pile accumulate. Even when tightly sealed in a laundry bag, the sour odor still seeped out and clung stubbornly to the room.
Lucas rubbed the sleep from his striking blue eyes. Before he could fully gather his thoughts, his chest tightened sharply. A violent coughing fit seized him, leaving him doubled over and gasping for air. When the spell finally subsided, a burning ache lingered deep in his lungs like a cruel reminder.
“Just a little longer,” he whispered hoarsely, though the words lacked conviction.
As if answering his quiet resolve, the building emitted a low, unsettling creak. A soft tremor rolled beneath him, shaking the floorboards and rattling the few belongings he owned. Lucas closed his eyes and waited in silence until the shaking stopped. The earthquakes had been growing more frequent lately , another sign of how unstable the world had become.
Once the vibrations faded, the lights remained dead. Power outages had become random and unpredictable for days now, and with the fan off, the thick heat quickly trapped itself inside the room.
Lucas turned toward the small, fogged-up window. The weather had been erratic for nearly two weeks, swinging wildly between extremes. Not long ago, the sun had scorched the city with brutal intensity, triggering forest fires in the surrounding areas.
But the moment the tremor struck, the oppressive heat vanished. In its place, dark storm clouds rolled in rapidly, and jagged flashes of lightning tore through the sky. A fierce gust of icy wind slammed against the window, making the frame rattle violently.
The brief warmth of moments earlier had completely disappeared, replaced by a biting cold that seemed to seep straight through the walls.
“Looks like the world really is ending,” Lucas murmured. He didn’t sound afraid , only strangely resigned. With his health steadily declining and no real hope of recovery, he had already made peace with the idea of dying. Whether the world followed him or not made little difference.
Lucas’s life had never offered him much to hold onto. Orphaned at birth, he had grown up under the strict routines of a state orphanage until the age of fourteen, when the system abruptly pushed him out into the world to fend for himself.
He had drifted from one low-paying job to another, barely earning enough for basic meals. At night, he slept wherever he could find shelter , under bridges, near bus stations, or anywhere the rain couldn’t reach him. His fragile body made steady work difficult; he was always tired, always sick, always struggling. Moving from town to town had become his normal routine.
Things improved slightly when he turned sixteen and met a kind stranger who taught him basic computer skills and offered him a small freelance editing job. The pay was modest but consistent. With that income, Lucas had managed to rent this cramped studio apartment in the outskirts of Eldridge City. It wasn’t much, but it was far better than sleeping on the streets.
Now even that fragile stability was crumbling. His rent was due next month, and he already knew he wouldn’t be able to pay it. Eviction was inevitable. Soon he would be homeless again, just as the climate grew more dangerous and unpredictable by the day. On top of everything, he desperately needed money for the medicine that helped dull the constant pain and allowed him to endure the wild swings in temperature.
Rather than dwell on his mounting problems, Lucas did what he always did , he pushed through his daily routine.
He stared out the window for a few more minutes, letting the stormy scene outside mirror the chaos in his mind, then slowly rose to his feet. After changing into his damp, musty clothes, he grabbed his old umbrella and stepped out into the downpour.
For some reason, his rundown neighborhood in the southern district of Eldridge City had so far been spared the worst of the recent strange phenomena. The disruptions hadn’t completely upended his daily life , at least not yet.
He walked for twenty-five minutes through the freezing rain, each step soaking him more thoroughly than the last. By the time he reached his workplace, he was shivering and exhausted. When he lifted his gaze to the office entrance, his expression darkened at once.
The day had barely begun, and already trouble was waiting for him.
Last Chapters
#29 Chapter 29 29
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#28 Chapter 28 28
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#27 Chapter 27 27
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#26 Chapter 26 26
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#25 Chapter 25 25
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#24 Chapter 24 24
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#23 Chapter 23 23
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#22 Chapter 22 22
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#21 Chapter 21 21
Last Updated: 5/26/2026#20 Chapter 20 20
Last Updated: 5/26/2026
You Might Like 😍
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
Game of Destiny
When Finlay finds her, she is living among humans. He is smitten by the stubborn wolf that refuse to acknowledge his existence. She may not be his mate, but he wants her to be a part of his pack, latent wolf or not.
Amie cant resist the Alpha that comes into her life and drags her back into pack life. Not only does she find herself happier than she has been in a long time, her wolf finally comes to her. Finlay isn't her mate, but he becomes her best friend. Together with the other top wolves in the pack, they work to create the best and strongest pack.
When it's time for the pack games, the event that decides the packs rank for the coming ten year, Amie needs to face her old pack. When she sees the man that rejected her for the first time in ten years, everything she thought she knew is turned around. Amie and Finlay need to adapt to the new reality and find a way forward for their pack. But will the curve ball split them apart?
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
Invisible To Her Bully
The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
“Soon enough, you’ll be begging for me. And when you do—I’ll use you as I see fit, and then I’ll reject you.”
—
When Violet Hastings begins her freshman year at Starlight Shifters Academy, she only wants two things—honor her mother’s legacy by becoming a skilled healer for her pack and get through the academy without anyone calling her a freak for her strange eye condition.
Things take a dramatic turn when she discovers that Kylan, the arrogant heir to the Lycan throne who has made her life miserable from the moment they met, is her mate.
Kylan, known for his cold personality and cruel ways, is far from thrilled. He refuses to accept Violet as his mate, yet he doesn’t want to reject her either. Instead, he sees her as his puppy, and is determined to make her life even more of a living hell.
As if dealing with Kylan’s torment isn’t enough, Violet begins to uncover secrets about her past that change everything she thought she knew. Where does she truly come from? What is the secret behind her eyes? And has her whole life been a lie?
Surrendering to Destiny
Graham MacTavish wasn't prepared to find his mate in the small town of Sterling that borders the Blackmoore Packlands. He certainly didn't expect her to be a rogue, half-breed who smelled of Alpha blood. With her multi-colored eyes, there was no stopping him from falling hard the moment their mate bond snapped into place. He would do anything to claim her, protect her and cherish her no matter the cost.
From vengeful ex-lovers, pack politics, species prejudice, hidden plots, magic, kidnapping, poisoning, rogue attacks, and a mountain of secrets including Catherine's true parentage there is no shortage of things trying to tear the two apart.
Despite the hardships, a burning desire and willingness to trust will help forge a strong bond between the two... but no bond is unbreakable. When the secrets kept close to heart are slowly revealed, will the two be able to weather the storm? Or will the gift bestowed upon Catherine by the moon goddess be too insurmountable to overcome?
My Vampire Professor
You ordered a skilled call boy for yourself to take your v-card
He was indeed skilled and crazy hot. You left cash and run away the next morning.
Later, you run into the "call boy" in your classroom and found he's in fact your new Professor
“You forgot your stuff”
He gave you a grocery bag in front of everyone with a poker face
"What...?"
It was the cash you left...and your bra
The Lycan Kings and the White Wolf.
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he’s not letting me go.
Triplet Alpha: My Fated Mates
"No." "I'm fine."
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're—"
"Don't." My voice cracks. "Please don't say it."
"Aroused." He says it anyway. "You're aroused."
"I'm not—"
"Your scent." His nostrils flare. "Kara, you smell like—"
"Stop." I cover my face with my hands. "Just—stop."
Then his hand on my wrist, pulling my hands away.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting us," he says softly. "It's natural. You're our mate. We're yours."
"I know." My voice is barely a whisper.
I spent ten years as a ghost in the Sterling mansion—a debt slave to the triplet Alphas who made my life hell. They called me "Carrot," shoved me into frozen rivers, and left me to die in the snow when I was eleven.
On my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. My first shift released a scent of white musk and first snow—and three former tormentors stood outside my door, claiming I was their fated mate. All three of them.
Overnight, the debt vanished. Asher's commands turned to vows, Blake's fists became trembling apologies, and Cole swore they'd been waiting for me all along. They declared me their Luna and promised to spend their lives atoning.
My wolf howls to accept them. But one question haunts me:
Would that eleven-year-old girl, freezing and certain she would die, forgive the choice I'm about to make?
The Possessive Alpha
What will happen when Elle's past finally catches up to her? Will Elle be able to fight the increasing attraction she has for Damon, her ultimate enemy? Or will she succumb to the lust she feels for him?
The Womanizer's Mute Wife
She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession, wrapped in tenderness.
Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison.
He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her.
To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything.
And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.












