Cherreads

My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind

HyperrealKnight
Kivas Chariot is struck by the sun—an event that corrupts her soul beyond repair. In the blink of an eye, she's transported into the midst of a cosmic ritual, performed by three eldritch beings beyond comprehension. Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their presence, her fractured soul erupts in a desperate tantrum, shattering the terrifying rite. Yet beneath their monstrous forms, one of the entities reaches out to her gently—soul to soul—and asks a simple, warm, and comprehensible question. “What is it you truly desire?” Tears welling, Kivas whispers from the depths of her being. "I want to be loved!” The entity grants her wish. But not directly. Now, somehow awakened in a strange new world, Kivas discovers something bizarre—there are stats, HP, MP... even classes and skills. In a world where time matter less and power are more rampant, Kivas attempts to strive and live her brand new life.
Latest Updates

Prey Amongst Predators

On the brink of death, Sol had expected nothing more than eternal peace from his lifelong suffering. But instead, fate dealt him an unexpected hand. The Melvires, a renowned family, rescued him that night, and his fate was rewritten. A man who called himself his father, along with the four sons who bore no resemblance to him, offered a life so far removed from his own, it felt like fiction. Ever since then, he had done everything in his power to make himself worthy of the life they gave him. Yet even as the years passed, some truths remained hard to ignore. The Melvires carried themselves with an elegance that seemed inborn, an air of distinction no effort could replicate. No matter how hard he tried, Sol always felt like an outsider trailing behind them–grateful, but never equal. Nevertheless, he dedicated himself to their service, believing loyalty was the least he could offer in return. But everything shattered the night he turned twenty when the veil was lifted. The Melvires finally revealed the sharp claws hidden behind their velvet gloves. Sol was nothing more than a sacrifice. The crown of their design. He fought hard to escape their reign of terror, but the more he resisted, the steeper the slope became. Every path forward was walled in inevitability. His spirit waned beneath the weight of isolation and betrayal, until all that remained was resignation. Perhaps this was simply the closing of a circle. If his life was the price for everything he had been given, then so be it. He opened his arms, ready to embrace death again, just as he had all those years ago. But what was with their sudden change in attitude? Why, after all the pain they had inflicted, did they now seem… wounded?
Myrim · 1.9k Views