Sickly Cannon Fodder: Spoiled by the Powerful Apocalypse Bosses - Chapter 37

“You’re ours,” Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, “and we don’t share unless it’s with each other.”I was never supposed to matter.An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen.But the moon had other plans.And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate.Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile.Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight.Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away.They were meant to lead the pack.I was meant to be nothing.Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me “mate.” But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart.Betrayal bleeds through every shadow.My family sold me.My enemies want to own me.And love? It was never supposed to look like this.But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong.Maybe I was never made for one mate.Maybe I was made for them all.

After sleeping for over two thousand years, she woke up, only to find she had lost everything and was even going to be sold at an auction by her father.On her way to escape, she met him by chance. He was so handsome and adorable, like a cute little dog. So they got married in a flash.Later, she accidentally met the first interstellar commander whose mask had fallen off. Rumor has it that anyone who sees his true face will die. She trembled with fear, “What a coincidence! You look exactly like my husband!” He said, “I am your husband.”From then on, he clung to her every day, wanting to have a child. She felt regretful: He looks like a wolf now! She misses the little puppy she used to have so much...

Rio Lance is a Ferrari engine with square wheels.He can run the 100 meters in 10.8 seconds, but he possesses the ball control of a traffic cone.In the ruthless world of Spanish football, he’s a “kick-and-run” merchant destined for the Sunday leagues.But fate has a different transfer deadline day in mind.With Girona FC bleeding out in the La Liga relegation zone and an injury crisis wiping out the first team, the manager needs a miracle. He needs a winger. Tomorrow.Rio knows he’s doomed to fail the trial. He’s fast, but he can’t shoot, pass, or dribble to save his life.That is, until his phone glitches out and installs a mysterious app.[Connection Established...][The Football Legends Chat Group!]King_10: “A new rookie? He looks clumsy.”Hand_Of_King: “Clumsy? I like his attitude.”Total_Football_14: “Stop bickering. We have one night to turn this sprinter into a footballer.”Rio isn't hallucinating. He’s just been added to a group chat with the digital echoes of Pelé, Maradona, and Cruyff!They are bored. They are critical. And they are willing to share their GOAT-tier abilities but only if Rio can survive the pressure.With Maradona’s [La Gambeta] feint loaded into his muscle memory and Cruyff’s [Clockwork Eye] guiding his vision, the fastest kid in Spain is about to stop running away from the ball and start running the game.The first mission is simple.Save Girona from relegation, or get banned from the Chat Group forever.***Let's get this novel up there! Drop your Golden Tickets and reviews, and enjoy a ride that won't disappoint!

Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked.Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself.My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract.A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white.Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon.There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra.Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling.Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.