I’m Not Shouldering This Blame - Chapter 95

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed.As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life.Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase.Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right?Wrong.Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir.He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test.And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush.So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in.He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom.Someone definitely needs a miracle.

[1V1, cool text, pet text] Others fast travel is bound to the system, abuse the scum and face, and walk to the pinnacle of life from then on.

The edge is superficial and fast, but it has embarked on a long road of finding, capturing, and blackening the system.

#When the blackening system personally incarnates into the blackened male gods of various planes, trick her, tease her, bully her, love her?

What should I do? Yuanqian sneered, cheating on me? Damn it! Tease me? It’s time to fight! deceive me? It’s time to kill!

Love me… Should… The black system always wants to throw me down? Should I fight back? Or should we fight back? Wait online#

Holding a wanted warrant in hand, pressing against the blackening system.

I have the plug-in in the world, and I can wear it in the plane as much as I want, and the male god can let me flirt!

This is a story about the host who wanted to kill the world, but accidentally teamed up with the blackened male god to become a demon and destroy the world.

- Description from novelbuddy

After being betrayed and dying in the hands of her former family and friends, in the guise of a seemingly unprecedented accident, Ling Yu, the Apocalyptic Queen, found herself regressed back to thirteen years ago in the past.Returning to her life when she was still 18 years old, the first thing Ling Yu did was sever the relationship with her so-called family and run to the countryside, to which they thought she had given up. Much less to say, Ling Yu returned full-fledged and started to do bizarre things, which made them think she had finally gone crazy.However, to their misfortune, who was Ling Yu?The former Apocalyptic Queen!Even a queen has her own hardships, doesn't she?Ling Yu went through all of those once; she didn’t want to suffer a second time.The thing they called Apocalypse, Natural Disaster, or whatnot, Ling Yu knew that things were deeper than that.With doors to another world appearing in this realm, monsters pouring out, power entities from another world intervening in this world, and humans gaining special abilities, nothing was able to stop the world from being destroyed.However, along with the system’s help, Ling Yu was determined to survive this time; thus, she started on the epic journey to find her family, as well as people who would join hands together to stop the end of the world.A/N: The story might not have any romance elements, or I may add them in the future, so it'll become a slow-burn love story. Readers who are interested in fantasy elements are free to explore the story!

The corridor was dark. Selene moved fast, barefoot against the cold stone, her heart thundering in her chest. She didn’t know how they’d gotten so close, how he had.But the moment she turned the corner, he was there, and he slammed her back against the wall.Her gasp was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. The other braced beside her head as his body caged hers completely. Heat rolled off him like a furnace. His scent hit her nose, faintly familiar. Like burnt cedar, cold steel, and storm.He leaned in, his voice a ragged whisper by her ear.“You’re Selene... my Selene.”Her blood ran cold. Her heart rebelled against her chest, trying to escape.“I’m not,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re mistaken.”His fingers traced the curve of her jaw like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s you. I’d know your soul even if the world burned it from your bones.”“You’re mad,” she spat.But he suddenly dipped his mouth to kiss her hard, to confirm that it was really her.***Selene was the daughter of the cruel Alpha who ruled Moonveil through fear. Years ago, he wiped out an entire pack just to rise to power. But he made one mistake...he left behind four orphaned boys.Those boys returned as Alphas. They are stronger, colder and out for revenge.They took everything...his land, his title, and finally... his life. Selene was only seventeen at the time. She had no idea what her father had done. But that didn’t matter. To them, she was guilty by blood.They didn’t kill her. No. They did something worse.They marked her as a slave.In their world, even omegas had rights. Slaves had none. She became nothing more than property.But Selene still had hope. On her eighteenth birthday, like every werewolf, she expected her wolf to awaken. It was supposed to be the start of her new life.Instead, it turned into a nightmare.Her wolf never came. Her body remained cold and silent. And then… the bond appeared. She was mated to all four of them.The very Alphas who hated her.The ones who owned her.But the truth is Selene was never a wolf to begin with.As her body withers under the weight of the bond, a darker truth surfaces. She is not just a slave… she is the last living witch, born of the very bloodline werewolves have hunted for generations.Now, her enemies wear the mark of her mates...And the witch they thought they broke may be the one who burns them all.