For the Glory of Rome: Chronicles of an Isekai'd Legion - Chapter 7B2 : A Battle of Wits (And Ballistae)

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange world which was full of cuisines.What, Chef God System?“You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!” the old man said to him coolly.So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.

【Funny + Raising Kids + Group Pet + 1v1 + Both Pure + Female Lead Meets CP Lu Jinghuai After Adulthood】【Funny Little Sun with 800 Schemes Beneath Her Cheerful Exterior x Holy Beauty with a Sinister and Cunning Nature Beneath His Saintly Appearance】Nian Nian found herself transported into a group pet novel, becoming the despised biological daughter of her foster father, who wields immense power. Her birth was steeped in conspiracy, a bloodline tainted by a wicked family.In the original story, due to jealousy over the female lead effortlessly receiving all the affection, she commits a grave mistake, provoking her furious father to expel her from the Ji family. Eventually, she is treacherously plotted against by the male lead and dies a tragic death.Nian Nian thinks: Who says this book is old? The plot is fantastic, with excitement hitting the roof!To survive, she decides to cling to the unpredictable and temperamental father’s thigh. When the female lead arrives, whoever wants to be the Ji family’s eldest daughter can have it; she’s saving up to run away.Little did she expect, this cling turned into a decade-long affair. By the time she wanted to escape, those around her weren’t willing anymore. Under Nian Nian’s influence, the cold-hearted father learns to love, the future male lead who was supposed to have eight children with the female lead becomes indifferent, and even a future major antagonist is willing to be the third wheel, humbly submitting for love.A group of side characters with severe childhood traumas find their body bags (figuratively, their lives) becoming warm and fuzzy.“Mr. Ji, the eldest young lady has been gone for three days.”“Has she admitted her mistake?”“No, she’s been spreading rumors outside that you can poop three tons at once.”Father: “…………”