Apocalypse Healer - Path of Death - Chapter 5B2 - Prehistoric

Alpha Kieran Never Took the Same Woman Twice... Until Her!Exiled. Betrayed. Broken. Autumn knew love was a luxury,a blunt lie...until the most ruthless Alpha in the realm claimed her as his mate… only to publicly reject and humiliate her before his entire pack.But when the moon rises, his hands tell a different story.Night after night, he drags her into his bed, his teeth grazing her throat as he growls: “You are my property, little thief.Never forget that!”Secrets lurk beneath his cruelty.Lies poison their bond.And when Autumn discovers her long dead sister is alive...and wearing Kieran’s mark..she will have to choose -Trust fate, trust the Moon Goddess who never favoured her.Or trust her guts![ Disclaimer : There might be scenes that resemble or are near r*pe scenes. But definitely not in the exemplary way. They are there for a reason in the story. It reflects some reality of the brutal world they live in. It unfolds as we move ahead. If it bothers you, please stay away. And please keep in mind, this is a story about a kickass female lead, despite all her suffering, she still kicks balls. So if you want someone whimpering, shy submissive...stay away from the book.PS : This book will gradually introduce you to other supernatural creatures and lores that might not be typically connected to werewolf books. So keep an open mind and try to immerse yourself in the experience. ]So if you are ready...grab your seat belts and lets go on a ride. #HappyReading everyone

“The Earth was chosen by the gods, and all humans were sent to another world, participating in a 'Dark Lord and Hero's game'.

Billions of humans played the roles of 'Dark Lord' and 'Hero', each needing to choose their initial race at the beginning.

Ethan Jackson was matched to the 'Dark Lord' faction and became a Dungeon King.

To his surprise, he found that he could see hidden information that others couldn't...

[Goblin Dark Lord] Low-level Bloodline, not recommended.

[Stone Giant Dark Lord] Mid-level Bloodline, not recommended.

[Magical Treant Dark Lord] High-level Bloodline, recommended.

[Golden Divine Dragon Dark Lord] Top-level Bloodline, highly recommended!

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Heroes coveted Ethan's dungeon, and the treasures within it attracted numerous adventurers.

Among them, there were young Lady Knights, the saints of the royal capital, tsundere female magicians, and innocent but naive female priests...

Ethan could never have anticipated that.

As the game had just begun, the dungeon's Goblin guards caught a Lady Knight and offered her to him as a tribute.”

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Allison is an adventure series set in a world containing one continent (extending roughly from the Equator to 60 degrees North latitude) which is divided down the center by a towering mountain range and a huge river. The industry and technology of the world are roughly equivalent to Europe in the 1930s. Due to the geography, two cultures developed on either side of the divide, and at the time the story begins, the cultures have been at war on and off for hundreds of years. The bloodiest conflict yet began thirty-five years before the start of the story; both sides are so exhausted by the conflict that an uneasy armistice is signed after some five years of fighting. Aside from a brief conflict over the jurisdiction of the river, resulting in the formation of a buffer zone on either side, this peace has largely been unbroken. The east side of the world is known as Roxche, though formally the region’s name is the Roxcheanuk Confederation. The entire region comprises sixteen countries which all speak a common language. The west side is known as Sou Beil, though formally the region’s name is the Allied Kingdoms of Bezel Iltoa. The region comprises the two kingdoms of Bezel and Iltoa which both serve to bring together a small number of countries under a common language different than that of the eastern region. There are far more blond-haired people in the West than the East.

At the beginning of the first novel, Allison, a pilot in the Roxche Air Force, has come to visit her childhood friend Wilhelm (“Wil” for short), who has remained at school over his summer break to continue his studies. While traveling in the countryside near the school, the two encounter an old man well-known to Wil’s schoolmates as a teller of tall tales. Nevertheless, he captures their interest with his talk about a “treasure” which, if found, is said to be able to put an end to the war. No one would believe him that the war between the countries could ever end, so no one listened to him. When the old man is abducted and taken over to Sou Beil, Allison and Wil steal an airplane and chase the abductors across the river into the next region. Fortunately, the two were raised as orphans by a woman who came from the West, and thus can speak both languages.

“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.