Lucky Golden Dragon in the 80s: My Dad? I Switched Him for a Better One

The night Damian Rake was born, the rain turned red. Born within the walls of Darkheart Castle to the feared vampire king Fenrir Rake and Queen Scarlett, Damian was never meant to exist. A child carrying the blood of both vampire and werewolf, a forbidden hybrid born from prophecy and ancient sin. To the world, he is the first prince of the vampire race. To his parents, he is a dangerous secret. And to the gods he is a mistake that should never have drawn breath. For eighteen years, Damian lived surrounded by luxury, loyalty, and lies. Feared for his beauty, admired for his royal blood, and watched by executioners sworn to protect him, he believed himself destined to inherit the Crimson Throne. But on the night of his awakening, everything changes. The moon calls his blood. Silver-eyed voices whisper from the dark. Ancient chains buried beneath Darkheart begin to stir. And forgotten enemies, witches, gods, beasts, and monsters older than kingdoms, turn their gaze toward the prince they thought long buried in history. As war rises once more between races and traitors move beneath noble masks, Damian is forced into a brutal world where mercy is weakness and trust can cost entire bloodlines. To survive, he must uncover the truth behind his birth, the prophecy tied to his existence, and the ancient horror calling his name from beneath the castle. But some truths were buried for a reason. And some kings are not crowned by loyalty. They are crowned in blood.

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

​"Die with your majesty intact," he whispered before the blade pierced her heart. ​Evangeline Hart was the Tyrant Queen—feared by her people and betrayed by her King. In her final moments, her only ally was the man she never took seriously: Silver, the court Jester. ​Now, she is back. Two years before the fires. Two years before her execution. ​With the memories of her bloody end and a Joker hidden in her sleeve, Evangeline won't just survive—she will dismantle the deck and rewrite the rules of the game. This time, the Queen won't be a pawn in anyone's play.

Nobita saved the world... Then Doraemon left, and took the proof with him. Now 18, Nobita is alone, haunted by memories of epic battles and friendships that only exist in his head. He's learned how to live on his own. He's built a life of quiet anonymity, desperate to escape his past. But the past won't escape him. When a familiar face returns to drag him into a war spilling out from the worlds he once saved, Nobita must make a choice: stay in the safe, lonely world that has forgotten him, or embrace the brutal legacy of the false chosen one and fight once more.

Chen Xi looked at the soldier who had just thrown a boulder weighing several hundred pounds and silently gazed up at the sky. Is this really the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? Lü Bu single-handedly breaking through an army of ten thousand, how does that even make sense? Zhao Zilong truly seemed possessed by the dragon's spirit, cutting a mountain in half with a single sword strike—can he really be human? Dian Wei, single-handedly protecting Cao Cao and killing thousands of infantry and cavalry as they broke out of the enemy camp—this combat power is off the charts! Something seems off here. Chen Xi casually grabbed a goose feather fan, waved it, and as a strong wind rose, he sighed deeply. ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

The Douluo Continent descends from the heavens, randomly selecting lucky individuals to transmigrate to the Perfect World, with the entire continent broadcasting the event live. Surviving for three years allows them to return, taking everything they've gained! "The Perfect World? Just a backward, barbaric, low-level world! Our journey there is the time to civilize the barbarians and spread the divine path!" Countless Soul Masters rubbed their hands together, ready to sweep through the Perfect World and seize its opportunities. Until… they witnessed firsthand: a grain of dust can fill the sea, a blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars. A Celestial King flicks his finger, the heavens and earth are overturned, and realms turn to ash. Only then did they realize that the so-called God Realm was nothing more than a grain of dust in the sea of realms. --- Meanwhile, in the Perfect World, during the Chaotic Ancient Era. Su Ling transmigrated from another world, attained the Dao of Celestial King, unified the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, established the Supreme Heavenly Court at the Imperial Pass, and resisted the invasion of other realms. He was revered by all races—the Xuan Tian Emperor. Until recently, however, he felt his own Daoist temple was somewhat "lively": in the back garden pond, a silver dragon fish was always swimming, stealing immortal lotuses. A stunningly beautiful blonde girl, claiming to be an "Angel Goddess," insisted on becoming his sweeping maid. Deep in the wilderness, a blue-haired youth arrogantly scoffed, "Immortal King? Merely a tribal chieftain. I wonder if he can withstand my Buddha's Wrath Lotus?!" Su Ling: "??"

A story about the sudden end of normal life and how with mysterious help the universe is conquered. The story starts in 2018 in our world and then no longer follows the past events. This story is told from the first person perspective. Sometimes at least i found it very difficult to create many chapters in this style in a really meaningful way for this reason i will only use the first person perspective as a stylistic device for interesting passages or sometimes a chapter. I (the main character) am Surgrim 22 years old and have led a normal life so far. I was rather bad in school and have an education as an IT specialist. Normally I sit at home at the computer and play whatever falls into my hands. But I let my grandma talk me into taking a real vacation on this fateful day. This is the first time I write a story and let other people read it I look forward to any helpful comments. Furthermore, English is not my native language and it may happen that my choice of words is rather strange. Again, please point this out to me so that I can learn and improve. In conclusion, I am writing this story in addition to my full-time job and it will happen that there are sometimes a few weeks no new chapters, but I hope that this is rather the exception. Edit: Vol.1 with 43 chapters is done. Happy reading

Hatake Kakashi uncovers the truth behind his father’s death and realises that every victory only feeds an endless cycle of power and war. Choosing to be hated rather than replaced, he rewrites the rules of the world itself. This is the story of the man who ended escalation and stayed behind to bear the cost.

Ten years in a coma should have ended Jack Kaiser's story. Instead, it was just the beginning. Reincarnated as heir to Elysium's most powerful dukedom, Jack awakens to find his birthright threatened and enemies closing in. But the mysterious system now coursing through his mind grants him something no noble heir has ever possessed. When ancient gods begin offering divine blessings and the title of 'Chosen One,' Jack realizes his awakening was no accident. For Deep within Tartarus Spire, an endless tower where ancient powers dwell, the God of Death watches and waits. Jack carries a legacy thought lost to time. One that will make him keeper of souls and master of forces that transcend death itself. In a world where magical and martial talent determines everything, Jack must master magic, navigate the life of nobility, and uncover who tried to kill him. With dungeons to conquer, monsters to slay, and deadly court politics to navigate, becoming the Strongest Kaiser in history might be the only way to survive. ------ 10 Golden Tickets = 1 Extra Chapter Extra Tags #Demons #DarkFantasy #antihero #revenge #dragons #bloodline #NoHarem

In the 55th year of Konoha, after Hyuga Makoto submitted his application to become an Anbu and received the Third Hokage's approval. He finally received his first major reward: becoming the: "Core Of World"! "But how can a Moon Otsutsuki template become the 'Core Of World'?" Hyuga Makoto was genuinely somewhat helpless, but looking at his Tenseigan and considering the most distinctive feature of the ninja world. He suddenly realized that there was more than one way to become the "Core Of World"...