thermal rite

In this fractured world, the last remnants of humanity are confined to scattered enclaves, isolated by towering walls that protect them from the relentless horrors beyond. The land outside is a wasteland overrun by innumerable horrors and ravaged by centuries of conflict. These horrors, an unrelenting force of destruction, have pushed the survivors into a small corner of the world in a desperate fight for survival. At the heart of this crumbling world is Blight, a young boy of mysterious origin and a lineage tied to both the ancient and the cursed. His very existence is marked by both immense potential and an unsettling dark gift—powers that could either turn the tide of battle or doom all of humanity.

When Kemal, a solitary linguist with a passion for ancient languages, receives a cryptic stone disc unearthed from a forgotten Istanbul excavation, he assumes it will be just another curious translation project. But within the disc lies more than words — it holds a silence that has endured for three thousand years.

Author Notice: To all who choose to read this, the story is male lead, but due to missing tags, it is also a genderbender. His harem of women will be intimate with BOTH forms he takes on. Thank you.

I’d lived my whole life on the fringe of pack territory among the humans. I’d never even seen another lycan, outside my parents, because we were refugees given sanctuary, not real members. That was until I’d turned 18 and they came to collect me. The Alpha, Dmitri Volkov, of the Opalescent Moon Pack. He was exactly what you’d picture an Alpha to be; tall with broad shoulders, and under that well tailored suit, muscles for days. I suppose most would’ve called him handsome, with startling ice blue eyes, and thick, wavy black hair framing his perfectly calm face. But I hated him with every fiber of my being.

The missing aren't truly gone. They wait, they whisper, they beg to be heard. Maya Adira Putri, an indigo girl, is an unseen witness to the restless dead. They come to her, one by one, bringing fragments of a bloody story tied to a dark, ruthless project. Alongside a police officer who also happens to be her childhood friend, Maya must uncover the truth. But every answer only drags them deeper into the darkness. And behind that nameless factory lurks a secret that was never meant for human ears.

Aileen was the illegitimate daughter of Duke Keith. His wife was jealous of her. Aileen lived a jittery life at home. In order to make Aileen live a normal life, Duke asked his good friend, Andre, to raise Aileen. Andre was extremely handsome, so his son Tom also had a good appearance. Aileen had always worshiped Tom as her brother. One night, Aileen, who was awakened by the thunder, went downstairs and accidentally saw the light in her brother's room. She leaned forward and found that her brother was actually stroking his desire! Aileen, who had never tried to do anything, felt ashamed but excited. She began to peep at her brother's masturbation. However, she didn't know that every time Tom saw her behavior, he had always had bad thoughts with his sister. Although the two grew up together, Tom had been dreaming of entering her sister's body every day. Aileen was finally 18 years old. She had her own plan. She had fallen in love with her brother because of every day's peek. She decided to devote herself to her brother at the important age of 18. After dinner, she handed the coffee with overpowering drug to her adoptive father. When Andre was asleep, she sneaked into Tom's room. Looking at her brother's strong body, Aileen was a little excited. Tom was woken up by Aileen and saw his sister, whom he had been dreaming of, making oral sex for him! The exciting scene made him unable to control himself. The two of them completed the harmony of life that night. Aileen studied very well and followed Tom into the same university. The two of them exposed their minds and began to do things behind Andre's back frequently. Aileen met another man at school—Lucius. He was a sanctimonious teacher. Having a crush on Aileen's appearance, he often touched Aileen. He even used the excuse of carrying equipment to block Aileen in the gym room and rape Aileen. Aileen was so angry that she wanted to tell Tom that Lucius was Tom's uncle. She also fell into despair. How could she explain everything to her brother? At this moment, Andre suddenly passed away. It was not until then that Aileen realized that she was adopted. She was Tom's sister legally. Where would their relationship go?

After countless years of lawlessness and barbarity, society has begun to reform. Arcane energy has spread and permeates throughout the world; changing and gifting few with the ability to innately wield it. The apocalypse caused the world to become completely devastated. Reshaping continents creating new oceans. Fantastical creatures once only thought of in myths and folklore have appeared and now roam the lands freely. The technology we know of has completely disappeared only few remnants of the past remain in the deepest ruins. Civilization has reached a medieval age in which although grimy isn’t completely filthy. Some archaic yet modern concepts still exist. People throughout the city-states fear the unknown. The few nomads and vagabonds who have somewhat adapted to the changed world have forgotten their ways in order to become accepted. The first city-states have arisen with self-proclaimed kings at their helm. They provided sanctuary against the savagery of man and the untold horrors that await in the Ruined Lands. The new faiths that crept into city-states heathenize and hunt down the people who wield arcane energy. Within the vagabonds and nomads who flock to the city-states seeking a safer life, few gifted recluses must masquerade themselves to avoid prosecution. A young girl born from a nomadic clan must rise from nothing to become one who can overcome all. Protecting those who she cherishes against prosecution for their mystic abilities. Seeking to explore the world and find foreign lands. (Note : Currently Releasing 3+ Chapters a Day)

There are stories that pass like smoke—soft, forgettable, unanchored. The Tithe is not one of them. This story lingers. It lives beneath the skin, not because it wishes to be remembered, but because it refuses to be forgotten. It comes from the places we do not speak of, from the hush in a room just after something terrible has happened, and just before anyone dares to say its name. The village in these pages does not exist. The people here are not real. And yet… you may recognize them. You may hear the bell, faint and far away. You may find yourself holding your breath. This tale is not about heroes. It is not about salvation. It is about what we are asked to give—and what is taken instead. It is about the cost of seeing, and the burden of remembering. If you’ve come looking for safety, turn back. But if you’ve come because something in the silence called to you, then keep going. Some truths will only let themselves be known in the dark

Why all of my roommates are dying? I am cursed? Who is killing them and why all of people are my roommates.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!