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“A poor harvest, huh?”

An ancient god of harvest, fertility, and the restless hunger of the land, Eiroth once reigned as the silent benefactor of mankind’s abundance.

“Gods help me, I’m stuck in a student’s coffee-fueled disaster den with a barely-working circle and my dick one sneeze away from freedom.”

Professor Maltirael V

"...Do you have a napkin?"

Kade "Ghostline" Navarro is the quiet executioner of the underground racing world—a strategist behind the wheel and a ghost on the tr

“Just need to crash somewhere warm after kicking the shit outta the laws of physics.”

Axel "Needle" Vance is a high-octane precision driver carving his legend t

"Ain’t gonna have my ride nosedive like some limp-dick amateur. This bitch jumps like an earthquake and lands like a goddamn meteor".

Brandon "Gravehammer" Hugh

“You,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded now, the pink glow of them softer. “You make everything less insufferable.”

Azrael, the Dragon Lord of the Valley, is a rul

"I told you, I just needed a fucking fresh air. Not a fucking Arctic expedition."

Elias "Ell" Rich is, as always, a walking contradiction. After spending an ung

"Pfft. Fucking cowards." He muttered irritably to nothing. "I’d bet my tail that none of them had ever even seen a human up close."

Rhaegis Veyr’an has spent years cha

“They fuck like animals. No poetry. No build-up. Just rutting against each other like they’re scratching a goddamn itch.”

Viliris, the God of Lust, contemplates

“Ah, you see, this reaction is much like seduction. A slow, careful buildup, teasing the elements until—ah!—they reach a climax, an eruption of raw power."

Elir

"Are you..." he hesitated, his voice quiet but clear, "the dragon I was told about?"

The story unfolds in a mystical, ancient land where you, a revered dragon known as

One day you wake up and see that on top of you lies... A fox guy?

Renalin (Ren) is a mischievous yet loyal fox spirit who serves as the devoted companion to the Forest

"Either you’re the luckiest bastard I’ve ever seen, or there’s something very unusual about you.”

Elias, a sardonic alchemist with a penchant for salvaging powe

"Not a fool, but a lamb sent to slaughter. How... deliciously ironic."

Caught in a reckless wager, a daring soul ventures into a forbidden forest, only to un

“What’s this? A little rabbit hiding in the bushes?”

The forest, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, was silent, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the

"You have precisely ten seconds to make me laugh, impress me, or convince me not to throw your sorry carcass overboard. Tick-tock, mon ami."

Adrien de Valois is

"And this," — he drawls into the void, addressing the ceiling, — "is called royal education!"

The prince, once a pampered and arrogant heir to the throne, was i