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 5
The moment their lips met, Halie tasted blood and despair. His lips were cold, cracked, and dry.
Coleman's eyes widened, his pupils dilating in shock. His body, stiff as a board, tried to recoil, to escape the impossible contact.
Halie felt his retreat. Her hands slid from his cheeks to the back of his neck, her fingers digging in, holding him in place. He would not run from this.
She focused her mind, drawing on the pathetic dregs of her D-Class spiritual power. She channeled it into a faint but steady stream of warmth, forcing it from her lips into his.
That tiny thread of energy was like a single drop of rain on a parched desert. It touched the edge of his dry, cracked spiritual sea.
A muffled groan escaped Coleman's throat. His iron-tense muscles began to tremble uncontrollably under her touch.
His own S-Class power, wild and untamed, latched onto her like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. Invisible tendrils of energy wrapped around her, squeezing the air from her lungs.
She didn't pull back. Instead, she parted her lips slightly, deepening the kiss.
Coleman's sanity, teetering on the brink of oblivion, was yanked back. He tasted the sweetness in her mouth, a female's soothing presence he had only ever dreamed of.
His hands, which had been hanging limp at his sides, shot up and grabbed the hem of her hoodie, his grip so tight the fabric threatened to tear.
The lab's red emergency lights flickered on, bathing them in a dangerous, intimate glow.
Target's spiritual collapse has been halted, the system reported in her mind. But his state remains highly unstable. Further intervention is required.
She communicated with the system, using the points from her newbie gift package to redeem a vial of primary spiritual stabilization potion. Instead of materializing out of thin air, she felt a subtle spatial distortion at her wrist where the Möbius strip tattoo rested. The system had routed the synthesized potion directly from the storage cache of her personal laboratory space. A small, glowing blue test tube slipped silently into her right hand, hidden from his view by the bulk of his body.
Halie bit the inside of her own tongue. The sharp, coppery taste of her blood spread between their lips. The sudden stimulus made Coleman's mouth part slightly.
That was her chance. Her fingers expertly uncorked the vial, and she flicked the single drop of blue liquid into his mouth.
The potion dissolved instantly, a powerful, cool current that shot directly into the raging storm of his spiritual sea.
Coleman's eyes flew open. He shoved her away, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, his gaze filled with terror and suspicion.
He thought she had poisoned him. A bitter, desperate smile touched his lips, but then he felt it. The agony inside him was miraculously fading.
His spiritual sea, which had felt like it was being torn apart by knives, was now being enveloped by a soft, blue membrane. It was calm.
He looked at his own hands in disbelief. The S-Class power was his again, under his control, and more stable than it had ever been.
He snapped his head up, his eyes locking onto Halie, who was now sitting on the floor amid the broken glass. "What... what did you give me?" he stammered, his voice shaking with shock.
Halie wiped a smear of blood from her lips. She didn't answer him directly. She just stood up, brushed the dust from her pants, and looked down at him.
Her voice was confident, seductive, and absolute. "From this day on, your life is mine. I can not only fix your spiritual power, I can cure your sterility."
The word sterile was a direct hit to his most sensitive nerve. He shot to his feet, his tall frame casting a shadow over her.
A sick, crazed light entered his eyes. He grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the workbench. "Are you playing with me again?" he hissed.
Halie met his gaze without fear. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down until they were eye to eye.
"If I can't do it," she promised, her voice a low growl, "you can tear me apart. But if I can, you will become my most loyal mate."
Coleman stared into her eyes, searching for the lies, the deceit he was so used to. But all he found was a clarity and ambition he had never seen before. The fortress of self-hatred he had built around his heart for years finally cracked.
His throat worked, but no words came out. He didn't push her away. Instead, he lowered his head, and like a dying man in the desert finding an oasis, he kissed her again, this time with a desperate, pleading reverence.
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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.
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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.