The Chimeric Ascension of Lyudmila Springfield - Chapter Seventy-Eight: Atrixian Invasion

What happens when, along his journey, a powerful god suddenly becomes curious about mortal life—a life he’s never experienced?How thrilling would it be when a god, born as a god, suddenly decides—on a whim—to descend into the world of men and indulge in the pleasures of mortal existence…?[A/N: Author is a transcendent daoist of culture and a firm believer in Milf supremacy!]A mighty, ancient god… The God of Souls—Deus Anima! Ambushed by Zeus, the so-called Heavenly Emperor— A maniacal tyrant who seeks to kill and destroy any existence he deems a rival.Wounded, cornered, and left without a means to reincarnate…He suddenly remembered a certain world. A world he saved from utter destruction exactly eighty-three years ago.A world he sealed and tucked away in a special plane of his divine dimension.Upon arriving, what he found shocked him— The Soul Species he treasured most were on the brink of extinction.But fate wasn’t done with him just yet. Among the dying embers of that world… Two souls shone brilliantly. Two souls that met his standards.And so… it begins. Not a path to power—because he’s already powerful beyond comprehension— But a journey through planes and dimensions…Hunting and killing gods. Building his first ever harem in a world were he's worshiped as the one true God...A/N:Due to plot and the unique nature of his rebirth, smut scenes will begin around chapters 27–35.Once they begin—It’s back-to-back carnage and carnal pleasure, blended with intense action!This plot has depth, heat, and heavenly thighs. I promise—the wait is worth it!Excerpt:“In every Soul, there is a Universe! And in that universe—you are king! And when you are king… you give the law. Every being must bow to it!”“Zeus… you made a grave mistake. You dared to go against me—do you not realize that I am the unspoken ruler of your empire… of the entire Heavenly Plane!?”“Worry not. For I will return. And when I do… I’ll take your head. One by one, I’ll slaughter every last hypocritical god and angel!”“I am the only law. The king of Rebirth and Reincarnation! You really thought… I would die so easily!?”A voice echoed through a space so dark and vast it seemed infinite.Ethereal. Divine. Mystical.But little did he know—Not everything… is what it seems.Follow the Soul Mancer, God of Souls, as he embarks on a journey across planes—Slaying gods, enchanting beauties, and unleashing divine retribution upon heaven itself.Milfs, mortal maidens, and mature vixens beware.#SMUT ✓ Check#Domineering MC ✓ Check#Overpowered ✓ Check#Dark & Gritty ✓ Check#Character Development ✓ Check#OP MC ✓ Check#R18+ ✓ Check#Harem Building ✓ Check#Magic & Mayhem ✓ Check#Reincarnation ✓✓ Double CheckAlternative Titles:Rise of the Ancient God of SoulsDeus Anima: Rise of the Soul SovereignGod of Souls AscendingThis book is entered into the WPC!So please—Read,Vote,Review,And recommend to your cultured friends.Let them experience divinity... one steamy chapter at a time.DISCORD SERVER!

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.”+++Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day.Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life.That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?!“Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste,” Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror.Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife!And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again.---Excerpt:“You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar,” Rivana joked, licking her ice cream.Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips.Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, “You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last.”

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

Throughout the Ming Kingdom, Jun Hua was famous for being a useless girl without any talent worthy of praise. Everyone mocked her, belittling her for latching onto her brilliant brother Jun Min, the young and peerless general admired as the most talented prodigy for his talent and his ability to change the fate of the declining Jun Family.

Never in their wildest dreams would they have suspected that Jun Hua is the young general who is leading the army on the frontline, Jun Min!

“She has no talent as a girl, but has the brilliance of a great general!”

Her journey towards revenge is something she has to do on her own. And yet, on that path she will gain allies, friends, and possibly even...... a romance?

This is Jun Hua's story, a story that shall be carved into history as the legend of “the flower who blooms from the battlefields”.