The Supreme Dao follows young Aric, whose life begins with promise and joy, only to be shattered when the ruthless Legions invade, slaughtering his pack and leaving him to wade through the blood of his parents and elders. Traumatized and sold into captivity, Aric is abandoned to survive alone in a merciless world. Now, with nothing but his will and a fierce determination to live, Aric battles against the horrors of his past and the relentless forces seeking to destroy him. His only hope for salvation lies within the ancient power locked deep within his blood-the blood of dragons. But unlocking this power comes at a devastating cost. Forced to endure unimaginable pain as he channels energy through his meridians, Aric's body is torn apart, his mind hovering on the brink of death. Yet, through each excruciating trial, he inches closer to a destiny far greater than survival: the chance to break free from his chains and rise to unimaginable power. In a world where strength determines fate, Aric must decide whether he will master the ancient forces within him or be consumed by them. The Supreme Dao is a gripping tale of resilience, transformation, and the unrelenting pursuit of greatness, where every step forward tests the limits of body, soul, and spirit. Will Aric conquer the path of power or succumb to the forces that threaten to destroy him?
A little child was found at the border of a certain pack, a poor child two weeks old, but everything else didn't matter as the beta of the pack decided to adopt him since they didn't have one of their own.
The world outside the den was a mystery to young Aric Tanner, but one that beckoned him with every breath. The moment his tiny body first felt the pull of the fresh morning air, his instincts stirred, pulling him toward the den's edge, where the scents of the forest swirled. The walls of the cave, though comforting, could not contain the boundless curiosity that burned inside him.
The day of his birth rites came and went swiftly, the pack gathering in solemn celebration. The weight of tradition hung heavy in the air as Aric was lifted before them, the name "Aric Tanner" spoken with reverence. The eyes of the pack were upon him, their whispers of envy swirling in the air like an unspoken current. As he was raised to face the skies.
Each day, as soon as his mother's watchful eyes softened with rest, Aric would wriggle toward the light. The forest called to him with a thousand new mysteries, each whispering through the trees, the scent of damp earth and wildflowers mingling with the tang of pine needles. He couldn't yet understand what they were, but his young nose flared at each discovery, imprinting their importance into his mind.
**What is out there?** The thought bloomed in his head, small and fragile at first, but growing stronger each time he stretched his tiny limbs toward the unknown. The world beyond the den was vast, and though he didn't yet understand its rules, he was already beginning to feel them tugging at the edges of his consciousness.
His mother's presence, ever close, brought with it safety and warmth. Her scent was a familiar one, full of love and protection. But even as he curled beside her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing, he could hear the distant rustle of the forest. It was as if the wild itself was calling to him, a quiet song that stirred something ancient and primal in his tiny chest. Every so often, his bright eyes would flicker open, and he'd peer toward the entrance of the den, where shadows danced in the moonlight, beckoning him closer.
He could hear his father's deep voice from afar, sometimes echoing from the heart of the domain. Though Aric couldn't yet make out the words, he recognized the weight of them-the pride, the authority, the strength that rolled off his father like waves of power. When his father returned to the den, his broad shadow filling the entrance, Aric's small ears would twitch in anticipation. He could smell the forest clinging to his father's fur, the scents of the wild stronger and more intoxicating than anything he'd experienced at the den's edge.
The moment his father cradled him in his powerful arms, Aric would nestle into the warmth, but his thoughts remained on the world beyond. His father would speak to him in a low rumble, voice brimming with stories of the pack-of the elders, the legacy of their kind, the traditions that would one day shape Aric's path. The words were a blur of sound to Aric, but the meaning behind them settled deep into his bones, making his small body quiver with something unfamiliar yet undeniable.
Even at such a young age, Aric could feel the weight of expectation. When his father spoke, the pack listened, as he was second only to the Alpha, their eyes full of respect. But when they looked at Aric, their gazes shifted to something more-an envy, a longing that the young cub couldn't yet understand. He could sense it, though. A ripple of significance followed him everywhere, as though he was destined for something more than even his young mind could grasp.
When he returned to his mother's side, curling into the warmth of her body, his thoughts remained on the stars. The call of the night, of the wild, was too strong to ignore. One day, he thought, as sleep finally claimed him. One day, I'll be part of it.**
Time moved slowly in the early days of Aric's life, but each passing moment brought new sensations, new lessons. His father would often take him deeper into the heart of their territory, where the trees stood tall and proud, their branches casting long shadows in the moonlight. Though Aric was still too small to walk beside him, he could feel the strength of the land, the pulse of the pack's territory running through the earth beneath them.
The elders would gather there, their ancient eyes watching as the older wolves trained, shifting and running with the rhythm of the forest. Aric's eyes followed their movements with intense focus, his young mind absorbing every detail. He could feel the pull of the change inside him, the way his bones ached with the promise of what was to come. **I'm not ready yet, he would think, but soon, and in the were world you could only shift on your coming of age.
Despite his youth, Aric's curiosity often led him to sneak away from his mother's side. He would crawl to the edge of their den, where the forest's scent was strongest. Mimicking the older pups, he would close his eyes and breathe deeply, trying to distinguish the myriad smells of the forest. The earthy aroma of moss, the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the musky odor of animals filled his senses, each one a new discovery.
One evening, as the pack gathered for a moonlit ceremony, Aric ventured further than ever before. He toddled through the underbrush, his tiny fingers brushing against the rough bark of ancient trees. The sounds of the pack's chanting echoed in the distance, but Aric was lost in his own world of exploration. He stumbled upon a clearing bathed in silver light, the moon hanging low in the sky. For a moment, he felt a connection to the vast wilderness around him, a promise of adventures yet to come.
These stolen moments in the forest, though brief, were a testament to Aric's budding spirit and determination. Each day brought new experiences, shaping him for the path that lay ahead. In the heart of the Asphalt Were Pack's territory, a young werewolf's future was quietly unfolding, marked by the scents and stories of the ancient woods.
In a realm shrouded in perpetual twilight, Allistair, a young witch, finds herself enslaved to the enigmatic and ruthless Duke Thales Quint of Adinburgh. Rescued from the brink of death and thrust into the heart of the Duke’s ominous castle, Allistair navigates a world filled with dark magic, forbidden desires, and chilling secrets. Duke Thales, known as the Devil’s Red Rose, is a vampire of terrifying power and boundless cruelty. His victims meet their end with a twisted smile, caught between pleasure and pain. His piercing reddish-violet eyes see through the darkest corners of the human soul, and his touch ignites a blend of fear and longing in those he claims. As Allistair grapples with her fate, she discovers there is more to her blood than meets the eye, a mystery that even Thales is determined to uncover. Amidst the eerie howls of unseen spirits and the chilling atmosphere of the castle’s hidden laboratory, a dangerous attraction brews between the captor and his captive. Thales plans for Allistair grow ever more complex, weaving a web of power, control, and forbidden intimacy. Caught in a whirlwind of dark romance and power dynamics, Allistair must confront her deepest fears and desires. Will she succumb to Thales relentless dominance, or will she find the strength to rise against the man who holds her life in his cold, unforgiving hands? The Vampire's personal witch is a gripping tale of dark fantasy, where love and cruelty intertwine, and the line between torment and ecstasy blurs.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!