damien thorn hell park

From that day on, secret realms descended upon the world. Bizarre creatures cried out for nourishment, and strange rules lay in wait for the fortunate. These individuals were lured by supernatural abilities and treasures, entering the game for wealth and power. Yet soon, they would go mad with the roles they played, consumed by the savagery. But he was different, always relishing the thrill of fear, savoring the joy of despair. In the razor-sharp twists of fate, "Fantastic, thrilling!" he exclaimed. Then he turned around, smiling and even more expectant— Striding towards hell. [Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

—¿Quién te tocó? —preguntó él, su mirada sombría bajando hacia ella y cuando no respondió, su voz retumbó en la habitación—. ¿QUIÉN? —El mayordomo que estaba cerca de la pared habló temblorosamente: — Señor, fue el señor Reverale —la cara de Damien se tornó agria, su mandíbula marcándose en ira giró su rostro hacia el lado donde el mayordomo estaba detrás. —Tráiganme al hombre. —¿A-ahora? —tartamudeó el mayordomo—. Era la hora de la noche. Damien, que no había roto el contacto visual con la chica frente a él, empujó su mano contra la pared que ahora descansaba al lado de la cabeza de su hermosa chica. Girando su cuerpo, primero miró a su mayordomo que tenía la cabeza inclinada. Con gran coraje, el mayordomo alzó la vista para encontrarse con los ojos de su Amo: — ¿Tiene usted algún otro momento mejor? ¿O debería ser después de que le tuerza el cuello? —Damien preguntó con calma inclinando su cabeza—. No un segundo después, el mayordomo salió corriendo de la habitación para volver con el señor Reverale después de veinte minutos. —Damien, ¿vamos a tener una fiesta del té nocturna? —El señor Reverale vino a saludar pero el amo de la casa tenía otros planes—. Al ver el cuchillo que estaba clavado en la manzana sobre la mesa, lo alcanzó para sacarlo. Justo cuando el señor Reverale iba a intercambiar un apretón de manos con él, Damien tomó su mano para colocarla sobre la mesa. En un movimiento rápido como si estuviese cortando cebollas, cortó los cuatro dedos de la mano del hombre, haciéndole chillar y llorar de dolor. —Nadie toca lo que es mío. Estoy seguro de que esto te lo recordará la próxima vez que incluso pienses en tocarla —suspiró Damien como si estuviera cansado de decirle a la gente que mantuviera sus sucias manos lejos de sus pertenencias. Conozca a Damien Quinn, un vampiro de sangre pura que es un narcisista completo, brusco con sus palabras y tacaño a pesar de ser rico que regateó cuando compró una esclava del mercado negro. Por otro lado, conozca a Penélope que cree que es una 'invitada' por unos días en la casa de los Quinn ya que está decidida a escapar del extraño vampiro que necesita terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

"Qui t'a touchée ?" demanda-t-il, ses yeux fixant les siens et quand elle ne répondit pas, sa voix tonna dans la pièce, "QUI ?" Le majordome qui se tenait près du mur parla d'une voix tremblante, "Monsieur, c'était Monsieur Reverale," le visage de Damien s'assombrit, sa mâchoire se contractant de colère, il tourna son visage vers le majordome qui était derrière lui. "Amenez l'homme ici." "M-maintenant ?" bégaya le majordome. C'était l'heure de la nuit. Damien, qui n'avait pas rompu son contact visuel avec la fille devant lui, posa sa main contre le mur qui reposait maintenant à côté de la tête de sa belle fille. Tournant son corps, il regarda d'abord son majordome qui avait la tête baissée. Avec beaucoup de courage, le majordome vint croiser le regard de son Maître, "Est-ce que tu as un autre moment pour cela? Ou devrait-on attendre que j'aie envie de t'étrangler?" demanda calmement Damien en inclinant la tête. Pas une seconde plus tard, le majordome sortit de la pièce pour revenir avec Monsieur Reverale après vingt minutes. "Damien, avons-nous une fête du thé tardive ?" Monsieur Reverale vint saluer mais le maître de la maison avait d'autres plans. Apercevant le couteau qui était planté dans la pomme sur la table, il le saisit pour le retirer. Au moment où Monsieur Reverale tendit la main pour lui serrer la main, Damien prit sa main pour la poser sur la table. En un mouvement rapide comme s'il coupait des oignons, il trancha les quatre doigts de l'homme de sa main, le faisant crier et pleurer de douleur. "Personne ne touche ce qui est à moi. Je suis sûr que cela te rappellera la prochaine fois que tu penseras même à la toucher," soupira Damien comme s'il en avait marre de dire aux gens de garder leurs mains sales loin de ses affaires. Rencontrez Damien Quinn, un vampire de pur sang qui est un narcissique complet, brut avec ses mots et avare même s'il est riche qui a marchandé quand il a acheté un esclave sur le marché noir. D'un autre côté, rencontrez Pénélope qui croit qu'elle est une 'invitée' pour quelques jours chez les Quinn car elle a l'intention de s'échapper de l'étrange vampire qui a besoin d'une thérapie. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

"Wer hat dich angefasst?", fragte er, seine Augen brütend auf sie gerichtet, und als sie nicht antwortete, donnerte seine Stimme in den Raum: "WER?" Der Butler, der an der Wand stand, sprach zittrig: "Sir, es war Mr. Reverale", Damiens Gesicht wurde säuerlich, sein Kiefer kribbelte vor Wut und er drehte sein Gesicht zur Seite, wo der Butler hinter ihm stand. "Bringt den Mann her." "N-nun?", stotterte der Butler. Es war die Zeit der Nacht. Damien, der den Blickkontakt mit dem Mädchen vor ihm nicht unterbrochen hatte, stieß seine Hand gegen die Wand, die nun neben dem Kopf seines schönen Mädchens ruhte. Als er sich umdrehte, sah er zuerst seinen Butler an, der den Kopf gesenkt hatte. Mit großem Mut begegnete der Butler den Augen seines Meisters: "Habt Ihr einen anderen besseren Zeitpunkt? Oder soll es sein, nachdem ich dir den Hals umgedreht habe?" fragte Damien ruhig und legte den Kopf schief. Keine Sekunde später rannte der Butler aus dem Zimmer, um nach zwanzig Minuten mit Mr. Reverale zurückzukehren. "Damien, haben wir eine späte Teeparty?" Mr. Reverale wollte ihn begrüßen, aber der Herr des Hauses hatte andere Pläne. Als er das Messer entdeckte, das in dem Apfel auf dem Tisch steckte, griff er danach, um es herauszuziehen. Gerade als Mr. Reverale ihm die Hand geben wollte, ergriff Damien seine Hand, um sie auf den Tisch zu legen. Mit einer schnellen Bewegung, als ob er Zwiebeln schneiden würde, hackte er dem Mann die vier Finger von der Hand, so dass er vor Schmerz aufschrie und weinte. "Niemand rührt an, was mir gehört. Ich bin sicher, das wird dich daran erinnern, wenn du das nächste Mal auch nur daran denkst, sie anzufassen", seufzte Damien, als wäre er es leid, den Leuten zu sagen, dass sie ihre schmutzigen Hände von seinen Sachen lassen sollten. Darf ich vorstellen: Damien Quinn, ein reinblütiger Vampir, der ein kompletter Narzisst ist, frech mit seinen Worten und geizig, obwohl er reich ist und feilschte, als er eine Sklavin auf dem Schwarzmarkt kaufte. Auf der anderen Seite steht Penelope, die sich für ein paar Tage als "Gast" bei den Quinns wähnt, weil sie dem seltsamen Vampir entkommen will, der eine Therapie braucht. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

"Quem tocou em você?" ele perguntou, seus olhos turvos sobre ela e quando ela não respondeu, sua voz trovejou no quarto, "QUEM?" O mordomo que estava perto da parede falou trêmulo, "Senhor, foi o Senhor Reverale," o rosto de Damien se tornou sombrio, sua mandíbula tique-taqueando em fúria ele virou o rosto para o lado onde o mordomo estava atrás. "Traga o homem até aqui." "A-agora?" gaguejou o mordomo. Era hora da noite. Damien, que não havia quebrado o contato visual com a garota à sua frente, empurrou a mão contra a parede a qual agora descansava ao lado da cabeça de sua bela garota. Virando o corpo, ele primeiro olhou para seu mordomo que tinha a cabeça baixa. Com muita coragem, o mordomo encontrou os olhos do seu Mestre, "Você tem algum outro momento melhor? Ou será depois que eu torcer o seu pescoço?" Damien perguntou calmamente inclinando a cabeça. Não um segundo depois, o mordomo correu para fora do quarto e voltou com o Senhor Reverale após vinte minutos. "Damien, vamos ter um chá da tarde atrasado?" o Senhor Reverale veio saudar, mas o mestre da casa tinha outros planos. Avistando a faca que estava cravada na maçã sobre a mesa, ele a alcançou para retirá-la. Justamente quando o Senhor Reverale foi trocar um aperto de mãos com ele, Damien tomou posse de sua mão para colocá-la sobre a mesa. Em um movimento ágil como se estivesse cortando cebolas, ele decepou os quatro dedos do homem de sua mão fazendo-o uivar e gritar de dor. "Ninguém toca no que é meu. Tenho certeza de que isso vai lhe lembrar na próxima vez que pensar em tocá-la," suspirou Damien como se estivesse cansado de dizer às pessoas para manterem suas mãos sujas longe de suas posses. Conheça Damien Quinn, um vampiro de sangue puro que é um completo narcisista, grosseiro com suas palavras e mesquinho apesar de ser rico que pechincha quando comprou um escravo do mercado negro. Por outro lado, conheça Penelope que acredita ser uma 'convidada' por alguns dias na casa dos Quinn enquanto pretende escapar do estranho vampiro que precisa de terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

Bertemu dengan Damien Quinn, seorang vampir berdarah murni yang narsis, kasar dengan kata-katanya dan pelit meskipun dia kaya yang tawar-menawar ketika membeli budak dari pasar gelap. Di sisi lain, bertemu dengan Penelope yang percaya bahwa dia adalah 'tamu' untuk beberapa hari di Quinn karena dia berniat melarikan diri dari vampir aneh yang membutuhkan terapi.

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn't help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire. Firstly, what in the world is the "Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis" spell? And don't even get me started on the "Osteoporosis" spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like "Blood Burn," "Gradual Freeze," and "Mental Chaos." Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities? Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield "Doomstorm" and "Ice Age," swordsmen boast "Sword Rain: Homecoming" and "Wind-Cutter Slash," while archers showcase "Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars" and "Storm Arrow." Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named "Cancer Cell Proliferation," "T-Virus Infection," and "Rabies Outbreak." In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, "Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!" Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, "Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don't know!" Even a boss character confesses, "Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!"

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

What happens if the one transcendent being that cares for mortals fell and got a second chance in a world full of magic, intrigue and possibly even friendships? Does the past determine the future or are we all able to pick our own destiny? An angel, one of the two nigh immortal species in existence, has been hunted and killed by his own kind because he wasn’t prepared to watch silently while his people followed their own desires to whatever end. When, against all odds, he opened his eyes again, he was someone else, his past and powers hidden deep within him. On an ancient world, with advanced magic but medieval technology, he was reborn as Cassandra Pendragon, the youngest daughter of one of the five royal families on Boseiju, the home of the fox tribe, the kitsune. As she grew up, who she was and who she had been, started shaping her future. Forgotten friends and unknown enemies began knocking at her door and while she struggled to find her way between the past and the present, the winds of war were already blowing across her home. I‘ll try to publish at least 2 chapters a week, probably more. The first story arc is pretty much mapped out. Should be around 150 or 160 chapters for the first volume (it’s taking much longer than I expected) and the second one is nearly finished as well. Try it, it should be one hell of a ride. One more thing: the first two chapters are more or less a prologue and if you want to, you can skip them, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. The writing style as well as the perspective shifts dramatically, afterwards. As for trigger warnings: it’s going to get gory from time to time, and the MC often has to pay a toll in blood. Additionally there are -mildly- sexualised scenes, once in a while, but nothing graphic. Lastly, somewhen webnovel changed the description box from female lead to female oriented. It’s mandatory and I can’t change it either way but I have no clue if the book is catering male or female preferences. I hope the description above makes up for whatever confusion it might cause.

The Demon Emperor in the universe was reborn and had returned! Enemies should kneel down in front of him! Beauties should lie down in front of him! "I am a demon. I enslave gods and immortals! If you don't succumb to me, I will make you by force!"--Ye Feng!