Evil Child

child is born in the hidden kingdom of Xandria. His hair is white, his eyes glow violet—and with his first cry, a cosmic Seal begins to crack. Long ago, the Rulers of the multiverse created a secret universe behind the backs of their ancient enemies, the Monarchs. It was meant to be a weapon, a last resort in their war against an enemy so powerful it erased realities. But that creation rebelled. It could not be controlled. It could not be destroyed. Together, Rulers and Monarchs sealed the universe away, burying its power in myth. Now, tens of thousands of years later, the impossible happens: a child is born who shatters the silence. His birth is a ripple that awakens forgotten monsters, shakes divine thrones, and threatens to reignite a war older than time itself. He is not just a child. He is the fracture.

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In a fractured world teetering on the brink of its third great war, whispers of divine bloodlines stir beneath the surface. On the eve of adulthood, a reluctant young soldier is drafted into the ranks of an elite unit, where survival depends on more than just strength — and where the lines between hero, monster, and god blur. As ancient powers awaken and nations choose sides, he’s forced into a brutal game of trust and betrayal, where everyone seems to know more about his place in the world than he does. In a land where destinies are written in blood, he must decide: will he follow the path laid before him, or carve one of his own?

Pure Yang Lord, the peak expert of his world was attempting to break through to the next realm when he got surrounded and attacked in his most vulnerable state. This world and the people he defended countless times against demons, devils and foreign calamities suddenly turned against him. Embracing the inevitable, he detonated his companion, the mystic sword with unknown origins in a desperate attempt—hoping to send a wisp of his soul to the cycle of reincarnation amidst the chaos. But the explosion created a great space-time turbulence sending his soul back in history, to a bygone era. He woke up in the body of the character he loathes the most—Alister Maboric Grimshaw—publicly known as the greatest tyrant, the most ruthless, lecherous, and evil character in history. [Ding! Conditions matched! System binding in progress…] [Initiating body synchronization…] …. [Welcome to Evil Tyrant System….!] …. Trouble starts as the system exposes his body’s defect. “What? I need women to cultivate?!” Tags: 【Light-Hearted Humor】【Anti-hero】【Scheming】 No yuri/No NTR/No incest Harem: More than one partner POSSIBLE and several romantic interests for sure but Harem is NOT the main focus here.

Burned on a funeral pyre alongside her stillborn son, the Shakareen Elarya was meant to die in flame. Instead, she walked out untouched — carrying a child who shouldn’t have lived. That child is me. Except… I’m not really her son. I died in another world — a woman, a nobody — and now I’ve been reborn in the body of a dragon-blooded prince, in a land where fire breathes and loyalty burns. I can’t speak. I can’t fight. I’m a baby in a world that worships strength. But I remember everything — including how this story ends.

Kyros was no hero—nor was he a villain. A pragmatist to the core, he turned Earth into a chessboard of chaos, bending nations and empires to his will before meeting his end. But death was only the beginning. The Devil intervened, pulling Kyros into Hell with an irresistible proposition: a second chance at life in a world far removed from Earth—a world named Neva. In this fantastical realm of knights, nobility, magic, and divine power, Kyros becomes the key piece in a wager between God and the Devil. Reborn as Rasmus Blackheart, a disgraced young noble, his task is clear: unleash chaos and topple the order of Neva, just as he did on Earth. But the Devil has added a twist to the game—he’ll serve as Rasmus’s companion, not as a guide but as a mischievous, manipulative force, more likely to hinder than help. Navigating a world brimming with intrigue and divine interference, Rasmus must survive, scheme, and rise from ruin to reshape Neva in his image. Will his cunning be enough to outwit his foes—and his so-called ally—or will this chaotic partnership lead to his downfall? You can support me directly, and I'll post the images of my characters there for free! ko-fi.com/iqfauli

Nothing else I Just put all of my passion and feeling from my deepest desires whatever I passed by elementary school In this novel so I can't guarantee my writing and plot score But I guarantee I made this with passion

Elior Wynn thought he was just another orphan in a quiet, ordinary town. But when something deep inside him snaps awake, his world explodes - literally. Torn from the only life he’s ever known, Elior is thrown into a realm of magic, war, and secrets built on blood. Powerful factions are hunting him. Some want to use him. Others want him dead. All of them believe he’s connected to a prophecy tied to the return of a long-buried evil. He doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t understand what’s inside him. But the more they try to control his fate, the harder he fights to escape it. They sent him away to protect the world. Now the world may not be ready for him.

After being imprisoned wrongfully , A hitman turned into a bloodthirsty fiend , and, Both cops and the guild members are trying to liquidate him ... Yet , They don't know their rival is not the only threat to their system .

Jayden Omari has spent his entire life in the shadows—of poverty, of rejection, of a name he never knew was his. As the poorest student at an elite private school, he’s mocked by classmates, abandoned by the girl he loved, and dismissed as just another nobody from the slums of Nairobi. But fate has a secret. When a mysterious letter leads him to a mansion in the heart of Karen, Jayden discovers a shocking truth: he is the only son of Richard Lexington, one of Africa’s wealthiest and most feared billionaires. Overnight, his world flips. Money, power, and legacy are suddenly within reach. But Jayden doesn’t want the spotlight. He doesn’t want to lose the few friends who loved him before the fame. So he creates a second identity—secretly using his wealth to help others, all while pretending to be the same broke boy from Kibera. As his former girlfriend tries to return and old enemies emerge from the shadows, Jayden must navigate a double life of lies, love, and loyalty. How long can he hide the truth? And when the masks fall… will he lose everything? The Billionaire’s Child is a gripping, emotional journey of heartbreak, power, revenge, and redemption—a modern coming-of-age story set in the heart of Nairobi, where wealth can build empires, but only truth can build a life.

Junichi Asai, a College student was living his life routinely. Waking up, eating, working, sleeping, and repeating however, his routine life was cut short due to a fatal car accident that landed him in the hospital and millimeters away from deaths door and he opened that door. After death he is reborn as Otto Von Blaire in the land of Vistaria. However, he is born with a curse! He cannot use magic! This makes him an average human being in a world of monsters and the unknown. How will Otto overcome the challenges presented to him?

"Darkness resides in everyone. But the world decides who you are by the light that others cast - not by the flickers you fight to keep alive" The world had stumbled upon two dominant powers- light and darkness. The power of darkness had the element of destruction while the other had the element of resurrection. But the inside story between the birth of these two powers remain a secret. In the fight of this evil and goodness, a huge mistake is going to take place along with sacrifices. People are left with only one thought- "But why did it happen?". Even though their ignorant selves refuses to see the answer. Dive into the story to know the reason for these thoughts.

A tale about demons and humans the evil that embraces the earth without light darkness ruled "Agony , yes agony like music to my ears" said the Devil with a wide grin staring at the pit below him, will the devil take over the earth if so then what will happen to humans who will stop the Powerful devil himself

When an ordinary man dies, he wakes up in a foreign world full of intrigue and danger. Strangely, he finds himself in the body of a 14-year old boy an emperor, being crowned to rule one of the mightiest empires in history. As whispers of rebellion, betrayal, and war echo through the imperial court, he must navigate his new life while hiding his otherworldly knowledge. Caught in the political machinations of scheming nobles and ambitious generals, he soon realizes that being an emperor isn’t just about power, it’s about survival. Can a soul from another world rise to the challenge and form the greatest empire to ever exist?

The world government is a corrupted organization, they're selfish, cruel, and apathetic. People are dying, tortured, and enslaved. This world is set to the modern era, though their knowledge doesn't exist, they don't know Science, they don't know Math; no knowledge. It is believed that there is a library, locked with “energia”—nobody knows. One day, a village was shook by a loud scream—it was an old man, and this old man is the contributor, the most intelligent in their region. “Find my green book..” he announced, mentioning that his prophecies were true.

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Twisted beasts, forgotten monstrosities, returning to remind humanity why even remembering their names once felt like a mistake. The sky cracked. Fire fell. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning came, only monsters, and with them a power system of unknown origins. Salvation perhaps, but not for all. It gave no strength to the unworthy, no shield to the coward. But to the brave and the gifted, it gave claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was terrifying, sure. But mostly inconvenient. Nothing ruins carefully plotted revenge like the end of civilization. Most people crumbled. Lazar didn’t. Hope was a lie, luck was noise—he’d never relied on either. Cold, analytical, merciless: traits that made him dangerous before the fall. Now, they made him untouchable. The skills he’d honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. And vengeance doesn’t vanish just because the world ends. It waits. He walks the ruins with people cut from the same jagged stone. Survivors, killers, outliers who aren’t just tolerated—they’re chosen. Lazar doesn’t carry dead weight. He builds a pack. They cross blood-soaked cities, twisted forests, and battlefields drowned in ash. The new world obeys one rule: evolve or die. Power comes at a cost, and hesitation gets you eaten. But the monsters aren’t the only predators. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order. And some just want Lazar dead—because he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t follow, and doesn’t flinch. There’s a storm coming. Bigger than the one that ended the world. And Lazar intends to walk straight through it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, I'm Barbare, the author. I hope you will like this novel and that you will help me improve it if you have something to criticize, I already wrote a novel in the past but I am far from being an expert after all. If you like it let me know by adding it to your library or vote for it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I wrote, or more because the writing process is not always fun. Good reading.

Citniyl is the smartest girl in her school, shes at the top of her class in every subject and she can speak a total of 72 languages, join in on her life as being the smartest person in school, A Child Prodigy.

Two brothers. One destiny. A world that won’t survive them both. Born under a fractured moon, twin brothers Aelric and Kaien were destined to change the world—or destroy it. Aelric, the child of light, was raised to become the savior of the realm—blessed by the Celestials and trained to wield the sword of divine judgment. Kaien, his twin, was cast aside… branded the Child of Ruin before he could even speak. Raised in the shadows by exiled warriors and ancient curses, his soul festers with the power of something long forgotten—something the gods once feared. But fate is never that simple. As kingdoms crumble and forbidden powers awaken, the twins are pulled into a war they didn’t start—but were born to end. And when blood is shed between brothers, will the light truly save the world… or will the darkness rewrite its fate?

"The Last Child in an Ageless World" Solara is the last child born in a world that forgot how to create life. Humanity achieved immortality—but at the cost of its future. Children became myths... until her. Stolen as an infant and raised on the fringes of a glittering, ageless society, Solara's body defies time while her parents vanish into the system's shadows. Across the fractured solar system, whispers of rebellion stir. As Solara is drawn into a conflict older than she understands, she must discover what it means to belong in a world that forgot how to begin again. A cinematic sci-fi novella about legacy and the price of perfection. Solara's existence is an error the system cannot erase.

I will erase you. Not for the world. But for me... So I don’t have to remember— The thing I chose to raise. O Great Emperor... May your name be forgotten forever. ---- Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is the rewritten version of my very first novel. I've taken everything I’ve learned so far to refine the story, deepen the characters, and elevate the worldbuilding. Thank you for joining me on this journey—I hope you enjoy the new and improved ride.

When Nischal, an ordinary boy from a chaotic household, is struck by tragedy, his soul is swept into the afterrealm—where the dead are judged, sorted, and offered a single chance at rebirth through the Divine Trial of Ascension. But fate, as always, mocks him. While others are granted powerful blessings to control flame, lightning, or space, Nischal is given nothing more than a Tier 0 ability: > Cosmic Learner — the power to learn from the souls of the fallen, once a month. Mocked by the Yama Dutas and pitied by the Grim Reaper himself, Nischal’s path seems cursed. He cannot even return to life until he completes his first divine learning. His first teacher? A forgotten mind from 130 years ago—Nikola Tesla, the last spark of a world that never understood him. As Nischal dives into memories of the dead, he uncovers a forgotten order of divine abilities, a secret war among the gods, and a power locked within creation itself—not of destruction, but of becoming.

Dans un Japon futuriste dévasté par des robots tueurs, Zoey Nanami, tireuse d’élite d’exception au sein de l’organisation The Glory, combat sans relâche pour éradiquer la menace mécanique. Mais sa force inégalée ne la protège pas de la trahison : ses camarades, Kiyona, Yuri, Hana et Kilari, la tuent froidement, la jugeant “ennuyeuse”. Après sa mort, Zoey se retrouve dans un royaume céleste face à une déesse énigmatique qui lui offre une seconde chance en la transmigrant dans le corps de Rika Yamaguchi, une lycéenne de 16 ans issue d’une famille prestigieuse dans le Japon moderne. En échange, la déesse lui confie une mission : éliminer le héros de ce nouvel univers. Dévorée par son désir de vengeance contre celles qui l’ont trahie, Rika exige une arme unique : un pistolet à rebond vert, symbole de sa détermination. Plongée dans un monde de lycéennes et de routine scolaire, Rika dissimule ses talents de guerrière tout en cherchant des indices sur sa cible et un moyen de régler ses comptes avec son passé. Entre action, intrigues divines et une soif de revanche, Rika Yamaguchi est de retour… et elle ne pardonnera pas.

-- IMPORTANT NOTE!! As of April 2025, the author has given her (yes, she's a woman) life to God. She renounces any expressions documented in this novel. All humans are children of God, and although some may be gifted, it makes them no less or more important than another. Matthew 6:33 (KJV) But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Only God knows the future. Read the Bible. Pray. The end of times are here. -- The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr

Project to Monster — Where children are turned into killers. PTM is not a school. It’s not a training camp. It’s a secret military project that kidnaps orphans and street kids… then crushes their humanity. No mercy. No second chances. Forced to fight. Tortured. Burned. Only the strongest survive. The rest? Forgotten bodies rotting in silence. But one child refuses to break. Alexander Viero — six years old, emotionless, deadly. He kills without hesitation. He survives without fear. But in a place like PTM, survival is never enough. Behind every trial… there’s manipulation. Behind every ally… there’s betrayal. And behind Alexander’s cold eyes… lies something even the monsters fear. Because in PTM… it’s not about who lives. It’s about who dominates.

I am Human In a race spanning billions, he was nothing In a space spanning hundreds, he was nothing In a room spanning a few, he was nothing Thats what he made himself to be Untill one day his body vanished into nothingness In a world of unknown, a world where he is nothing What would a human like him do?

Born in chains. Bound by wrath. Crowned by pride. Terra is a world torn by blood and ruled by power—fifteen times the size of Earth, its lands are carved into colossal continents. Each is dominated by a different race: elves in their emerald sanctuaries, vampires cloaked in moonlight, giants whose steps shatter valleys, and dwarves digging into secrets they were never meant to find. Nine seas divide the land. Seven moons watch from above. And a cursed, blue-burning sun blinds those who dare stare too long. Beneath them all—beneath the world itself—lies a race forgotten by history but forged from divine blood: **The Beastborn.** Once revered. Now shackled. **Azreal Morningstar** is one of them. A slave. A beast. A man who refuses to kneel. He does not seek peace. He doesn’t crave justice. He wants *freedom*—not granted, but taken. Not as a gift, but as vengeance. And when the lost throne of Solomon stirs once more, Azreal won’t chase prophecy. He’ll ignite rebellion. **This isn’t the tale of a hero.** It’s the rise of a warborn king— One forged in chains, rising to burn the ones that bound him. Note:This is a remake of my earlier published work, rewritten from the ground up for the Webnovel Spirity Awards. All content has been revised and expanded by me, the original author. Disclaimer:The cover art is not mine. All credit goes to the original artist. If requested, I will take it down immediately.