History's Strongest Senior Brother - Chapter 34: Ye Jing Reappears

I Was Born as a Dragon Prince… But Can’t my life be little peaceful?Hatched as the son of the strongest Dragon Empress, life should be all about power, glory, and world domination—should be. But honestly? That sounds exhausting. All this prince wants is a life of cuddles, snacks, and afternoon naps in his mother’s lap.Too bad his doting mother, a yandere maid, and his overprotective older sister have other plans—plans that usually involve him getting smothered, spoiled, or dragged into chaos. And let’s not even mention his aunt, who seems a little too happy to have him around.But can he truly live the slow life when he’s the center of everyone’s obsession? With dragons, elves, and who-knows-what-else vying for his attention, peace might be harder to find than treasure in a dragon’s hoard.———————————————[Warning: This novel contains degeneracy, fluff, and enough family bonding to make you question your morals.]A heartwarming, chaotic, and slightly unhinged slice-of-life story where the strongest creatures in the world fight over who gets to spoil the prince the most. Wholesome? Yes. Unhinged? Absolutely.Will he survive their love… or just give in and enjoy it?Hop in. Your degenerate heart will thank you!---------Harem- A lotRomance- In builtNetori- Not at any costSchool-life- For sureRevenge- Not a lotSmut- No but,Sex scene- yes----------

As the Evil Deity of the Earth, the Ruler of the Wasteland, and the Mother of Desolation, Bai Lianyue now finds herself utterly bewildered, pinned down on a bed. Over a decade ago, in a moment of carelessness, she inadvertently ended the life of the Daughter of the Gods. Wracked with guilt, Bai Lianyue took it upon herself to raise the three children the divine daughter had left behind. Her original plan was simple: wait for the children to grow up and…

In a world shattered by an ancient disaster, humans rule, and beasts are enslaved.Humanity dominates through mana and matrices, refined into rigid systems that determine status, survival, and worth. Beasts exist beneath them, bound by collars and chains, their strength reduced to mere raw Instinct and obedience. Two races. Two paths. One order that was forcefully imposed.Until something began to change.A hundred years ago, a meteor tore through the sky, carrying a dragon’s roar and a destiny that did not belong to this world. What fell from the skies that day wasn’t whole, and what survived was never meant to remain divided.A human child was born in one of the most oppressed corners of the world. But something inside him was wrong.His instincts pushed him to act when others hesitated. Power around him faltered in unfamiliar ways. Neither the human Matrix nor the beast Instinct fully accepted him, as if something essential within him had been displaced rather than lost.As he grew, he was drawn toward Scars, places where the world itself has been wounded, and to the echoes that feel distant, yet intimately his own. Each step forward brought more fragments of understanding, never enough on their own, always pointing elsewhere. Every advance forced a choice: to submit, to break, or to become something the world couldn’t classify.This is a story of survival in a world built on hierarchy. Of power born from failure rather than perfection. And of an identity that was shaped by absence as much as presence.In a world that enslaves beasts and controls humans, something divided has begun to move. And when what was scattered starts to return, this world will no longer be enough.==================================Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D

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.”