Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster
Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class.
Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open.
Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed.
"I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust.
The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot.
To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days.
A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty.
But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken.
Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.
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Chapter 1
A sharp pain shot through Halie's body, forcing her awake. Every muscle screamed in protest as she tried to sit up, a gasp tearing from her throat. She fell back against the pillows, the sheets a tangled mess around her.
Her vision was a blur. The dim light of the bedroom did little to help, but as her eyes adjusted, she saw it. A single, silver feather resting on the pillow beside her.
A fragmented image flashed through her mind-piercing red eyes and a cascade of silver hair. The lingering trace of an unfamiliar spiritual power felt like a blade slicing through her brain.
CRACK.
The bedroom's heavy mahogany doors were kicked open with brutal force. The sound shattered the silence, echoing off the walls.
Seraphina Avila sauntered in, her expensive heels clicking arrogantly on the floor. Her makeup was perfect, a stark contrast to the venom in her eyes.
Jett Mercer followed close behind. His gaze swept over Halie's pathetic state, and he didn't bother to hide his disgust.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family," Seraphina sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Fallen all the way to D-Class. What a waste." She flicked her wrist, and a silver-framed hand mirror flew through the air, aimed straight at the bed.
Halie's hand shot out, snatching the mirror from the air. The impact sent a jolt of pain up her arm, but it was nothing compared to the sight that greeted her. The face in the mirror was her own, but it was covered in a terrifying web of scars.
A flood of memories-not hers, but the original owner's-crashed into her. The despair of being framed, of her face being ruined. Halie's mind finally aligned with her new, tragic reality.
A heavy silence settled over her as the sheer weight of the original owner's despair threatened to pull her under.
So this is it, she thought, the gears of her brilliant scientist mind beginning to turn. A ruined face, a treacherous family, and a world that wants me dead. A pathetic end for her, but a fascinating starting point for me.
In this interstellar beast-world, females were the absolute dominant gender, revered for their rare and vital spiritual power.
A female's psychic energy could soothe the violent rampages that plagued every male, making her the cornerstone of survival and civilization.
Because females were born at a fraction of the rate of males, high-ranking females were priceless treasures, with the law and society built entirely around their supremacy. A single female was entitled—often expected—to bond with multiple males, forming a matriarchal household where her word was absolute.
Males, regardless of their own class, existed to serve, protect, and compete for a female's favor; their status depended entirely on being chosen.
To be discarded by a female, or to be bound to a weak one, was a male's deepest shame. This was a world of female rule and male submission, and even a ruined D-Class female still held the innate right to command.
If they think I'll just sit here and rot, they are severely mistaken.
Jett let out a sigh, a pathetic attempt at sympathy. "I'm sorry, Halie," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "But I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement."
A cold laugh escaped Halie's lips. She ignored the screaming pain in her bones and threw back the covers. Her bare feet hit the cold carpet, and the air around her seemed to drop several degrees.
Seraphina's face twisted in fury. How dare this waste ignore her? She strode forward, her hand raised, ready to slap the insolence out of Halie's face.
But the slap never landed.
Halie's hand shot up, catching Seraphina's wrist in a grip of steel. The faint sound of grinding bone was followed by Seraphina's pained shriek.
Without a moment's hesitation, Halie twisted her arm and delivered a resounding slap of her own. The force of the blow sent Seraphina's perfectly styled hair into disarray.
"You bitch!" Jett roared, a weak pulse of spiritual pressure emanating from him as he lunged forward to protect his new prize.
Halie felt the crushing weight of his S-Class pressure trying to force her to her knees. But her mind, forged in the relentless discipline of her past life, refused to break. She saw the opening instantly as his arrogance left his physical guard wide open. Using the momentum of his own clumsy, overconfident lunge against him, she sidestepped, grabbed his extended arm, and drove her knee hard into his unprotected stomach.
Jett cried out, stumbling backward and crashing into the massive glass vanity. Expensive perfume bottles shattered, their cloying scents filling the air.
Seraphina crumpled to the floor, clutching her swollen cheek as tears streamed down her face. "You're a psycho!" she screamed.
Halie pulled a silk robe from a nearby chair and draped it over her shoulders. She looked down at the two pathetic figures on the floor as if they were insects.
"You," she said, her voice a blade of ice, her words sharp and fluent. "You live off the scraps Seraphina throws you. You leech off her family's name because your own is worthless. You are nothing but a well-dressed parasite."
Jett's face went white. Every word was a direct hit, a truth he tried so desperately to hide. His lips trembled, but under Halie's piercing gaze, he couldn't form a single rebuttal.
Seraphina shrieked, "I'll tell Dad! He'll cut you off completely! No accounts, no medical care! You'll have nothing!"
Halie just shrugged, a gesture of pure indifference. She pointed a single, elegant finger toward the open door.
"Get out."
Jett, trying to salvage a shred of dignity, spat a weak threat before helping a sobbing Seraphina to her feet. They stumbled toward the hallway, a mess of tears and wounded pride.
They were moving too slowly.
Halie snatched a heavy crystal paperweight from the nightstand and hurled it. It smashed into the doorframe just inches from their feet.
Splinters flew. The two of them screamed, scrambling out of the room like the vermin they were.
Halie strode to the door and slammed it shut. The heavy thud was followed by the click of the electronic and physical locks engaging.
Finally safe, the strength drained from her. She slid down the door, her back pressed against the cool wood, and gasped for air. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she took stock of the pathetic limits of her new body.
She closed her eyes, trying to sort through the chaos in her mind.
Ding.
A sharp, emotionless, mechanical sound echoed not in the room, but deep inside her skull.
A holographic screen, glowing an ethereal blue, materialized in her vision, impossible to look away from.
A cold, synthetic voice announced, "Kismet System binding successful."
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I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.3
Naelis Haldrith is many things, daughter to the South's most strategic Alpha, an Omega with Alpha genes, and an unapologetic misfit. During summer break, she decides to journey to Frostpine and spend her heat cycle with her boyfriend, the golden pea of the Thalric pod.
But during a collared moment, a secret of his is revealed, and Naelis realizes that their relationship was more complex than it seemed. Choosing to return to her pack, she steps outside under a storm, and it is at that moment she crosses paths with a man she had never seen before.
Zoran Vyer Thalric. Uncle to her ex. Member of the Elder's Council. The otherworldly primordial with red-ringed eyes and a wolf barely chained beneath his skin. Desire sparks instantly, and her sights are immediately set on him, but... he is a devotee of the Citadel, celibate, untouched, and unwilling to be the calm to her fury.
She is fire, wild and untamed. He is steel, honed and contained. And for the first time, Naelis is the hunter after her prey, and the line of resistance slowly blurs as he finds his years of enforced self-control and suppression unraveling at the tint of her touches.
And with a maniac on their radar, this summer break will demand blood, sacrifice, and passion that howls to the moon.
8.3
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8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
9.8
I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast.
But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait.
The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall.
She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure.
My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy.
"You are the disgrace that will end this family."
She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions.
I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life?
But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me.
"To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep."
That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy me—she was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.