betrayal

Cain Sinthorne, the youngest of seven royal sons, was born with a skill so useless the kingdom branded him a disgrace. Consume, a passive effect that slightly boosts the potency of food and potions, earned him nothing but scorn. His family ignored him. The court mocked him. The nobles laughed behind his back. Only his best friend and his lover treated him like a person. Only they believed in him. Or so he thought. Lured into a beginner dungeon under the promise of training, Cain is betrayed and left for dead. Alone in the depths and on the brink of death, he stumbles into a sealed chamber hidden beneath the ruins. Inside lies a soul long forgotten. An immortal once revered as a savior, then cursed as the world's greatest villain. Their hatred, their sorrow, their rage—they are the same. When Cain awakens, he inherits not just the immortal’s memories but the truth behind his skill. Consume was never worthless. It was incomplete. Its true name is Gluttony, a power that feeds on monsters, skills, magic, and even souls. Cain will rise from the dungeon the world buried him in. And when he does, he will show them what it means to be consumed.

Premise: A girl raised as an elite assassin escapes her brutal upbringing, yearning to live a normal life. Psychopathic in nature, she doesn't understand love the way others do-but when she meets a kind-hearted college boy, she feels something unfamiliar and decides to change. She shadows him, protects him from the shadows, and fakes being a regular student. What she doesn't know is that the boy is secretly the long-lost son of a dying crime lord. Though he's innocent on the surface, he's unknowingly the heir to a throne others are killing to claim. Assassins begin hunting him, and she does everything she can to protect him without revealing her past. But there's another secret: the boy is secretly a masked vigilante fighting crime at night, trying to end the kind of violence that shaped her. Neither of them realizes just how tangled their lives are, or how similar they really are beneath the lies.

Canary has a big responsibility of taking over his father’s company after the death of his father, However his mother Lucy is worried about Canary’s playfulness with women. She hires a young girl Lisa to watch over and report whatever Canary does. Lisa experiences Canary play around and sleep with different women , despite hating that character she realizes that Canary is actually a good person and ends up falling hard for him. For the first time Canary also falls harder for Lisa , However as their love journey begins more of the Andersons secrets are yet to revealed , Canary finds out that Lisa is actually his Uncle’s lost daughter and to make matters worse his Uncle Joel is the very person who killed his father. Will Canary choose love over revenge ? Read for the full story

An animated spy series about three teenagers from Los Angeles who live double lives as spies working for The Secret Organization of Teenaged Spies (SOOTS). Their boss, Sally, assigns them missions to solve worldwide and provides the gadgets that will help them complete their tasks, stopping bad guys and saving the world. Sally even designed their black spy suits, which include disguise belts and communicator watches they never take off, even when they're not wearing their black spy suits.

Lauren has the world at the palm of her hand, money, status and a loving submissive boyfriend but everything changes when her boyfriend Jayden is killed by her actions but ofcourse, she doesn't really care and moves on with her next plaything not knowing her next would be her last. Caught up in a mysterious contract with her new found lover, she becomes eternally submissive to him and knows what real pain is for the first time knowing she can't escape him even in death. Opening her eyes again as Abigail, she finds herself in the world of the supernatural and decides to live peacefully, but it seems peace is the one thing evading her. Soon the mysteries of her new life threatening to bring havoc to her once peaceful transmigration and end her completely, will she survive it?

In this world the less a power is desired the more powerful it is and the more desired it is the more average/to be expected the power is, or weaker it is. Only certain people being able to use them, or they can find the Pet or Sage of that power. If the power is not as desired it belongs to a Pet, if the power is very desired it belongs to a Sage. Sages and Pets having a rivalry for the simpletons Pets being more powerful than most Sages. Due to this it's normal for them to fight each other or cause chaos out of being upset. So, there's many sects all over the world dedicated to killing, imprisoning, or forcing a Pet or Sage to work for them.

When Princess Yuyan is gifted a strange, ancient book by her father, she never imagines it would unravel everything about her previous life. The tale within speaks of an era erased from history—a forbidden love between a witch princess and a vampire prince, torn apart by their difference, bound by blood, and buried in time. But what begins as mere legend soon begins to echo too deeply. Her dreams grow vivid. A prince with silver hair calls out to her from the shadows. And piece by piece, Yuyan is drawn into a story that feels achingly familiar… Centuries ago, the vampire realm was ruled by a merciless tyrant who killed his own brother. But the witches saw hope in the fallen vampire prince __the last prince born with light in his blood, and struck a terrible bargain to protect him. Raised in secret among them, he grew up beside the witch princess and a young love bloomed between them, unaware that fate had already chosen them. Until a mark—a bite—bonded them forever. As time passed, and a prophecy warned of a dark cursed age, a forbidden spell was cast. To save the prince and preserve destiny, the bonded witch sacrificed herself. The vampire prince was sealed in sleep for a thousand years, waiting for the one who would awaken him: the Seer. Now, as Princess dives deeper into the story, she doesn’t yet realize she is reading her own past. The bond she shares with the prince stirs once more, and the prophecy begins to move. Her younger brother—quiet, haunted by visions—is actually the key that will unlock everything. But as the bond weakens and shadows rise again, the world edges toward the very darkness the prophecy warned of. Will fate reunite the vampire prince and his witch princess once more? Will he fulfill the destiny written in blood? And what exactly is the Time of Darkness… and who survives it?.

College was supposed to be simple study hard, graduate, and chase dreams. But for Amelia, life at Westbridge University quickly turns into anything but simple. One spilled coffee, one arrogant smile, and one accidental seating arrangement throw her into the orbit of Adrian, the most popular (and most infuriating) guy on campus. He’s charming, rich, and way too good at getting under her skin. Between awkward dorm encounters, hilarious group projects gone wrong, and midnight confessions in the library, Amelia begins to realize there’s more to Adrian than his perfect smile. But just as she lets her guard down, secrets surface secrets that could shatter everything. On this campus, love comes with laughter, heartbreak hides behind every friendship, and trust is the hardest lesson of all. Will Amelia survive the chaos of love and lies? Or will her heart fail the final exam?

Doctors are supposed to help us restore our health when it fails, but right now, Dr Anderson, Sofia and Gilbert will stop at nothing to cause real damage to innocent people just to achieve their selfish gains

In a world where gems are more than power—they are law, humanity has risen to dominance by mastering socketed gemcraft, shaping civilization through the Gem Security Agency (GSA). But when the refugee alien race known as the Luminia arrives seeking access to Earth's gem reserves to restore their dying homeworld, a fragile alliance is born—one that could unify or shatter the planet. As Earth prepares to sign a historic treaty granting the Luminia limited gem access, tragedy strikes. A terrorist attack decimates the summit, kills the human representative, and steals Earth’s most prized gem collection. The peace deal collapses in a single blaze of invisible light. GSA field agent Elias Vasselheim, wielder of the legendary Oathgem, Saber of Conviction, is assigned to investigate the attack—alongside his younger sister Naia, a gifted gemcrafter haunted by past trauma. Forced to partner with the serene but secretive Luminian envoy Elira, tensions rise as Elias wrestles with his vow to protect Naia—especially from the very race that cost her an arm. But as the trio follows a trail of stolen gems, falsified resonances, and black-market socket rings, they uncover a conspiracy far deeper than terrorism. Human syndicates and militant Luminia have joined forces in secret, planning to rewrite the balance of power across the entire planet. When tension sparks, old wounds bleed, and the more they dig into the past, the more it becomes very obvious how fragile the treaty between both races is, and the closer they get to the spark that could lead to the very war Elias, Naia, and Elira are trying to avoid. Hey, Guys, if you're enjoying the story, please consider supporting through Powerstones or commenting if you have any questions. You can connect with me here on my Discord server: https://discord.gg/8ZnTtK9d or my Instagram account dan_c.j._orion.

Choi Yujun- born into power but cursed with a 'weakness'. The only son of the Choi family is born an omega, born an embarrassment to a bloodline of strong and pure alphas. At a party, a violent attack from a mutual enemy exposed Yujun’s secret in front of his family’s sworn enemy, Hwang Jaehyun, Yujun prepares for humiliation and blackmail, offering himself to be used by the Alpha in order to protect himself from his own family Instead of the humiliation...Hwang Jaehyun does the unthinkable... The rival who is supposed to destroy him, becomes his drug, his shield, his forbidden comfort. Together they fight to bring down the people who made Yujun bleed…together they bleed in the face of betrayals, trials and "Don't you realize? I'm a Choi, I am cursed and I am sick" Yujun says with deep angish, "then use me, Yujun-ah, use me like a drug" Jaehyun response came out raw and desperate, his alpha swearing it.

This is the story of a man who had no choice but to become a villain. But not just any villain because even villains have standards. This is the journey of a man learning how to become one. And to help him, the MC has access to an unlimited number of villains in his System Space, pulled from across all realities from every known dimension: Murim, Cultivation, Supernatural, Urban, Martial Arts, Mecha, and beyond. So what is it that Razeal can learn? What can he teach? And why? How can someone with knowledge from nearly every kind of reality reshape the one he’s living in? Someone with the potential to access everything the multiverse has to offer? Tired of seeing the same ideas repeated? The same system copy-pasted with no soul? No real character building no personalities, no free will? Come read this. Who knows you might find something worthwhile. --- I update at least 3k words every day. On average, update is around 4–5k words, and on free days, I sometimes drop 7–8k words. Currently, the story has reached 500k+ words. https://discord.gg/2Tn3Z2u4rW

FORSAKEN IN ARTHMEYA Summoned to a world of magic and heroes, Yuta Kurohane receives no power, no class… only rejection. Branded a Rizakiyo’s —a forsaken one—he’s cast into the Abyss by the very people he once called classmates. They thought he’d die. But in the darkness, something is born. And when he returns… he won’t be the same.

In a world ruled by Power, silence can be deadlier than any blade. Gray lives a quiet life in a remote village until the day his home is engulfed in flames and everything he loves is torn away. From the ashes of tragedy, something ancient awakens within him… a power that even the gods once feared. As kingdoms fall and Sovereigns wage war, Gray walks a path lined with betrayal, blood, and truth too dark for mortals to bear. Each step he takes pulls him closer to the throne covered in mystery

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Dark Romance! She went to the club to forget. He went there to lose control. One night behind masks, one reckless, burning mistake, and they became each other’s secret sin. When the semester begins, Isabella’s world shatters. The stranger from that night stands at the front of her lecture hall, his voice steady, his gaze cutting straight through her. “Look at me, Isabella,” he murmured, low enough that only she could hear. “Pretend you don’t remember,” she whispered back. His smile was dark, merciless. “Oh, I remember every second.” He’s her professor now, untouchable, forbidden. But obsession doesn’t fade. It festers. And some lessons are learned in whispers, between heartbeats, where no rules exist. She was his student. His sin. His obsession. - Professor × Student (Forbidden love) - Age Gap - One Night Stand → Secret Connection - Obsessive Love - Enemies to Lovers Evolution - Possessive Male Lead

“You want me back now, Ethan?” I laughed softly, though it sounded nothing like joy. “After your pack chained me, called me a spy, and nearly executed me? After you marked me by deceit, caged me, treated me like a slave, made me believe I was nothing—and after you almost killed me for your sacrifice?” My voice broke for a heartbeat before hardening again. “I gave you everything, Ethan—my loyalty, my trust, my heart—and what did I get in return? A dagger through it.” His eyes glistened, his voice cracking. “Soraya, please… let me make it right.” The wind shifted. The Moon’s light brushed my face like a cold touch, painting silver over the tears I refused to let fall—its glow crowning me in quiet defiance. “You can’t fix what you destroyed,” I said, my voice steady now, sharp as the edge of a blade. “You wanted to own me, Ethan. But the tide has turned.” I stepped closer, and the earth seemed to tremble beneath my bare feet. The air thickened, my power humming through it like a storm waiting to break. “I belong to no one,” I whispered— and the night bowed to my voice. Silver flames erupted, curling and dancing across my skin like living fire. It wasn’t pain—it was power, pure and ancient, claiming me as its vessel. My eyes burned with silver light, bright enough to cut through the darkness. Ethan stumbled back, his breath hitching as the weight of my power pressed against him. Slowly, his head lowered—not out of command, but from something deeper. Reverence. Guilt. Surrender. The Alpha bowed to the force he could no longer control—to the woman he could never again break. --- Once, Soraya believed in love. Once, she thought Ethan Vander—billionaire CEO and cursed heir of the Silverfang Pack—was her destiny. But love became a cage, and destiny became a curse. Ethan was born with a curse: any wolf who bonded with him was doomed to die. Yet his father, desperate to end the curse, demanded a sacrifice—his mate’s life in exchange for the curse. The blade was already chosen. Soraya had already been marked. On the night of their bonding, fate revealed its cruel truth. The Moon priestess exposed Soraya’s hidden blood—she was wolf-born, the Alpha’s daughter of Blackwood, the pack that once hunted her from birth for carrying the mark of the moon which they called a curse,and also a rival pack to Silverfang. Branded a spy, she was claimed as Ethan’s prisoner… and there, she discovered the final cruelty: She was carrying his child. But when the Moon finally answered her call, Soraya awakened. Her power rose like silver flame, divine, ancient and unstoppable. The gift once called a curse became her crown. Now, both Blackwood and Silverfang want her—one to tame her, the other to claim her. But Soraya belongs to no one. And neither Silverfang nor Blackwood was ready for what Soraya became. --- Soraya’s journey is not just one of survival, but of awakening—of a woman who refuses to be broken, of a wolf who will not be caged. This is a story of betrayal and curses, but also of love, sacrifice, and the fire of a mother who will protect her child at any cost. --- Reader’s Note: This book contains mature themes, including intense romance and occasional erotic scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you’re ready to step into a world of forbidden love, blood oaths, and a heroine who will rise from exile to shake the foundations of two rival packs—then welcome to Alpha’s Daughter.

Rhohar had learned the art of survival in the only way a bastard could—through sharp wit and sharper defiance, wearing his illegitimacy like battered armor against a world that would never grant him mercy. The highborn whispered when he passed. The lowborn spat. He belonged nowhere, claimed by no one, save for the red amulet his mother had left him—a relic older than Arazon itself, warm against his chest like a dying ember that refused to go cold. He could not remove it. He had tried, gods knew he had tried. But the amulet clung to him as his mother never had, pulsing with whispers of fire and memory, of ancient tongues he did not understand and promises written in ash. Then came the night the assassins struck. They came as shadows, blades kissed with poison, eyes cold as winter iron. And when steel met flesh and Rhohar's blood touched the amulet, the world caught fire. Golden flame erupted from the relic, searing through cloth and skin, branding him with a mark that blazed like the sun at dawn—the sacred sigil of the Sunborn, a title thought dead and buried with the old kings. The mark had not appeared in three generations. Not since the Nozak Brotherhood rose in righteous fury and cast down the bloodline kings, establishing the Law of Noz: that leadership must be earned through merit and devotion, not inherited through the accident of birth. The Sunborn were heretics, tyrants who had claimed divinity. History said they deserved their end. But history, Rhohar would learn, is written by those who survive to tell it. His blood carried the purest royal line, descended not from mortal kings but from Ninaarsita himself—the lion-headed god of flame and dawn, who once walked the world when it was young and the sun obeyed no master. The priests called his mother a chosen heretic, a runaway who defied the sacred order and abandoned her duty for lust and shame. Each word he spoke, each spell he wove, demanded a price the amulet was eager to collect. Memory burned away like parchment in flame. The scent of bread baking. His own name, nearly forgotten, hovering at the edge of his mind like a ghost. The amulet was not a gift. It was an inheritance that devoured from within. The Nozak Brotherhood would stop at nothing to see him dead. Their entire order—three centuries of law, ritual, and carefully constructed power—rested on the lie that the Sunborn line had ended. If Rhohar lived, if he claimed what was his, their temples would crumble to dust and their priests would be revealed as usurpers cloaked in holy vestments. But the Brotherhood was not his only enemy. In the shadows beyond Arazon's borders, the exiled nobles stirred—those who had once ruled as demigods, wielding shadow magic like breathing, bending the world to their will. They saw in Rhohar not a threat, but a key. A weapon to reclaim the godhood they had lost, to rebuild their empire of darkness and subjugate the lands once more beneath their terrible glory. And beyond all this, the world itself was fracturing. Kushna, proud and unconquered for a thousand years, fell beneath Meroe's iron legions. Khrma's temples, where priests had once spoken with the voices of gods, now stood silent and hollow, their altars cold. And far to the south, in the ruins of Atlantis—ancient, cursed, beautiful.

"You did the same thing to me three years ago, it's time you pay back," he said as he stared at me harshly. "But I never meant to, I never meant to destroy your relationship with my best friend," I said as I pulled up the sheets trying to cover my naked body. "But you did, you made her hate me, made her call off the wedding and made me a laughing stock to everyone." "But that was never my intention?" I said trying to justify myself. "It was your intention and so don't worry my dearest cause I'm here to do the same thing to you and whether you like it or not, you must marry me. I mean it when I say it and you will marry me." His footsteps were slow and deliberate as he crossed the room towards me, each oneof his steps reminding me how he'd pinned me down the entire night in this bed, I felt like a crab on the plate waiting to be devoured. The sheets in his room were silk, a true ironic luxury in this moment of my utter imprisonment. I tugged the silk sheets higher, but it was futile. He wasn't looking at the fabric; he was looking at my bare chest that I was about to cover out of his sight. "You think covering yourself now erases what you did then or what we've done the entire?" His voice was sarcastic as it dropped, losing the sharp edge of anger and gaining something much more dangerous: a predatory warmth. That is it, it was predatory eyes. He reached at the side of the bed, his shadow hovering above me. I could feel the heat from his body before he even touched me. "Mr Qin, please," I whispered at him, my plea tasting like ash. "It was my mistake. A moment of weakness." That's a lie, even my ancestors wherever they are can vouch for me it's dead lie if I wasn't head over heals with him "Mistakes have consequences, Li Qingya," he murmured, and his hand settled on the edge of the mattress, boxing me in. His eyes held a chilling mixture of pain and triumph. "And my consequence is you." He didn't push the sheets covering me away, nor did he immediately try to possess me again. Instead, he simply leaned down, his face close enough to me that I could see the tiny, fleeting flicker of the man I once loved beneath the hard mask of the man seeking revenge. "You ruined my engagement back then," he breathed, his gaze intensely locked on mine. "Now, you will wear my ring. You will answer to my name. You will forget that soft accountant you were planning a safe life with. Because this time, I am staying. And you, my dearest, naive Lilya, are going to learn what it means to be utterly and completely mine." He straightened himself just enough to signal his dominance over me, not with aggression this time, but with absolute certainty. He was damn sure. The air between us crackled, filled with the last three years of not seeing each other, betrayal, and the terrifying promise of a future I was being forced to accept. The marriage was not going to be about love; it was about ownership, a twisted, agonizing exchange of pain. "You owe me everything, Lilya," he stated, his voice final. "And tonight, we start collecting the debt."

I don’t own anything at all. Hermoine Granger was betrayed by her so called friends, Dumbledore, The Weasleys, Neville, and the light by a agreement to leave her with Bellatrix. The only ones who didn’t betray her are Luna plus Ginny, let’s not forget her favorite professor Minerva McGonagall. Now in the dungeons in the dark she was contacted by Death to be trained by the Higher Class Beings who stand the summit as she excepts. Hermoine is OP and Lesbian to never let a man touch her. Harry Potter Bashing Ron Weasley Bashing Weasley Bashing Dumbledore Bashing Multi Multiverse travel.