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Dawn Walker

In Null, chaos energy decides everything. The strong rule. The weak kneel. And the worthless are thrown away like trash. Sekhmet Dawn was supposed to die as a sacrifice. Instead, he swallowed a frozen shard of forbidden blood and awakened something impossible. A hidden Blood System. A dead Blood God’s will tried to steal his body. His mother’s mysterious pendant shattered and turned into an Abyss-class artifact. And in one night, Sekhmet went from prey to a growing nightmare. Now he can become stronger by drinking blood. Enemies are no longer just enemies. They are food for him. A way to gain more power. A stepping stone on his path. But Null is not a world that lets monsters rise quietly. Ancient vampires want him. Gods are starting to watch him. The powerful Ancient family that ruined his father’s life has finally noticed him. And the more blood he takes, the closer he gets to a terrifying truth about himself. He is not normal. He was never normal. And the thing growing inside him may be far more dangerous than anyone can imagine. Hunted by powerhouse of null. Targeted by noble houses. Surrounded by beautiful and deadly women who wants him. Dragged into bloodline wars, family politics, and ancient secrets. Sekhmet has only one way forward. Drink Blood to grow stronger. Crush anyone who stands in his way. Because in Null, mercy is weakness. And the boy meant for the altar may become the next blood god to shake the Gods Halls. They wanted a sacrifice. Instead they created a monster. (Another Name: Blood Lord) Join Discord for character images- https://discord.gg/nFg72Gew
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The Dark Prince's Lover

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”
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