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"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." He stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

Wei Zian has always been a disappointment to his prestigious family, the third son, overshadowed by his brilliant brothers, with only books and solitude as companions. When he's finally accepted into the renowned Celestial Peak Sect, he thinks he might forge his own path at last. But fate has other plans. Wei Zian finds himself trapped in an endless time loop, forced to relive the same month repeatedly. Each cycle resets at the moment of his death, with only his memories intact, while everyone else remembers nothing.

Elara has always been the quiet shadow in her pack, underestimated, overlooked, and bound by duty. When an arranged marriage promises peace between her Silverfang Pack and the fierce Nightclaw wolves, she dares to hope for a future as luna, mated to the powerful alpha Darius. But on the night that should seal their union, Darius rejects her in front of both packs, branding her weak and unworthy. Humiliated and heartbroken, Elara refuses to slink back into the shadows. Instead, she vows to stay and prove herself, even as whispers of her failure echo through the halls of Nightclaw’s fortress. But beneath her pain lies a secret, a rare bloodline tied to an ancient prophecy, one that could change the fate of all wolves. As Elara’s hidden powers begin to awaken, she discovers that her rejection is only the beginning of a destiny far greater than anyone imagined. Darius, the brooding alpha who cast her aside, is haunted by the mate bond he can’t deny. Torn between duty to his pack and the pull of his heart, he watches Elara’s transformation from afar, his regret growing with every step she takes toward becoming the luna he never knew he needed. But as rivalries deepen and a sinister force threatens to plunge their packs into war, Darius must choose: cling to pride or fight for the woman who could save them all. With enemies circling, a jealous rival scheming in the shadows, and a prophecy that could shatter the fragile peace, Elara and Darius are thrust into a battle for love, power, and survival. Can Elara rise from rejection to claim her true place as luna, or will the darkness lurking in her bloodline consume them both?

Fate is a lie. Destiny is a chain. But there are those who shatter both. When gods take sides and kings become pawns, the battlefields shall burn with the fury of the ages. Celestial blades will sever the sky, warriors will tear through fate itself, and dharma will drown in an ocean of blood. But in a war where righteousness is an illusion and power is the only truth, who dares to claim victory? Who dares to defy the will of creation itself? Let the heavens tremble. Let eternity burn. For when the final arrow flies, even the gods shall kneel.

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Mo stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." He stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."

"The world bends to those who wield power. And I… I will make it kneel before me." Mercy? A weakness. Justice? A dream. Compassion? A chain that drags the foolish to their graves. I am neither savior nor hero. I am the storm that ravages everything in its path. I trust no one. I fear no one. I stand alone, and the world will tremble at my feet. Those who dare stand in my way? They will be crushed like ants beneath my heel. Their screams will be forgotten, their names erased from history. This world is nothing but a stage, and I? I am the one who will command it. Power is the only truth, and I will seize it with my bare hands. I will take the heavens, the earth, and everything in between. The weak will fall. The strong will bend. The gods themselves will tremble at my name. I am Wu Tianjue. I am the shadow that will swallow the light. I am the end of all things that dare to defy me. And when I rise, nothing, no one, will stand in my way. The world is mine for the taking. And I will take it all.

"Hnnng." A woman's first moan was always a good sign. Even if she tries to suppress it, it can't be suppressed, so she lets out a breath. As she moaned, his wife's head fell back. The yukatas were randomly strewn above the sheets. A wisteria petal was stuck to the back of her neck. He stretched down and bit the flower petal. The petal and skin both crumbled between his teeth. The sweet taste spread in his mouth like an aphrodisiac. "Haa..." Xiao's hand gripped her abandoned yukata. He had already teased her nipples, and they glistened as they perked up. With another surge of desire, Jun Shang cupped her breast once again. His wife's body was beautiful. It was as smooth as a painting. Her perfectly supple breasts, her long and slender hands and feet. More than that, the most captivating features were her fragrance and her pale, soft skin that seemed to melt underneath her hands. 'You're beautiful.' She didn't seem to be touched by his words. There was no reason for her to respond with 'You too' just to be polite. But none of that mattered. Her proud face and her cold eyes. All of it. He liked all of it. And starting today, all of it would be his. "Ahh."

"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Di Xiao stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can shoot him down." .......... Check out my patreon.com/Prabin776