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My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.
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The Last Touched: Rite of Queens

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's come to my attention that I accidentally set my privilege chapters to start too early, to make up for this (since I'm unable to change that) I've set up an 80% Privilege Chapter Discount launching May 2025 for all privilege tiers. I hope you still give my book a chance so that you can fall in love with the characters as much as I have while writing it. ABSTRACT: Elsbeth is the last touched, the Alpha of the 12th cursed pack of wolves, struggling to rebuild her life after her father, the former alpha, murdered the queen. To protect her people from her former mate—a dangerous and vengeful force bent on hunting them to extinction—Elsbeth must undergo the Rite of Queens, an ancient and powerful ritual that challenges the descendants of the bloodline to prove they can rule with strength and wisdom. In the Rite, Elsbeth is thrust into the past, inhabiting the life of her ancestor, the first queen, and the rightful heir to the throne. Born of a potent wolf bloodline, she is destined to ascend to the throne and lead the kingdom. But her world unravels when she uncovers a buried secret—she has a sister, Julia, a half-sibling born of fire and cast out long ago. Julia, a firefox-wolf hybrid, is not just a bitter reminder of their mother's betrayal; she is a living force of destruction, burning with unrelenting rage and power, and she’s determined to claim the throne for herself. As Elsbeth navigates this new life and rises in her rightful position, she is haunted by the bond she shares with Fen, her true mate. The mate bond is a powerful connection, one that threatens to consume her entirely. Elsbeth fears that if she surrenders too deeply to this love, she will lose herself, unable to fulfill her duties as queen and warrior. The idea of abandoning everything for the sake of love terrifies her, and the fear of being drawn into the mate bond’s pull is one she can’t ignore. Meanwhile, Julia is amassing an army, her flames of fury ready to burn the kingdom to the ground. Determined to reclaim what she believes is her birthright, Julia will stop at nothing to destroy everything Elsbeth holds dear. As Elsbeth’s responsibilities mount, the battle between the two sisters becomes inevitable—a clash of fire and wolf that could reshape the very fate of their realm. Caught between the loyalty to her people and the magnetic pull of her mate, Elsbeth must find a way to confront her sister’s growing power, protect her kingdom, and navigate the turmoil within herself. The future of the kingdom hangs in the balance, and Elsbeth must decide what kind of ruler she will be. Will she succumb to the love of her mate, or will she rise above, setting aside her heart to protect everything she’s sworn to defend? The Last Touched: Rite of Queens is a tale of family, power, and sacrifice. In a world where the fire of the past threatens to consume everything, Elsbeth’s greatest challenge lies in finding the strength to rule—without losing herself in the flames.
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