Mame Breath

From the first breath, I was accumulating points. Now, I see that my father abandoned me, and my mother despises me. What more is left of filial piety? Who would worship such despicable people, I’ll conquer the world instead.

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

In a realm where celestial blossoms fall like stars and mountains drift on whispers of Qi, cultivators pursue eternity. Yet the Tao is broken—heavens dim, spirits fade, and avenues unravel. As Sons and Daughters of Heaven rise like sprouts after a storm, one soul from beyond arrives. Can it save this dying world—or witness its final breath?

He was the man who brought the world to its knees. He slaughtered millions, burned kingdoms, and challenged the gods. But death wasn't the end. With his final breath, he cast a reincarnation curse—one that would grant him a second life. Now reborn in a peaceful world, raised by a kind family, his powers remain dormant. Is he truly redeemed... …or just waiting for the perfect time to strike again? Evil may rest—but it never dies.

Win a thousand fights—or die in the sand. Caelvir was thrown into the Dust Arena, starving, beaten, and forgotten. To the Queen of Velrane, he’s a disposable son, a pack of meat and blood locked away to be feasted on. He fights with hatred saved only for her. Every battle makes him stronger. Every breath brings him closer. To freedom. To a promise. To whatever comes next.

But will he succeed… Can Vikram truly stop these twisted demons—creatures who slaughter humans by making their intestines explode from within, all by simply shoving cursed feathers into their ass ? From the divine mind of Brahma, the god of creation, came not only beauty and order—but also the flaws of existence. One such flaw was born from his back, not his heart or mind—a symbol of neglect. That flaw took form as Adharma, the embodiment of impropriety. Adharma married Mithya, the goddess of falsehood, who twists truth and clouds clarity. From their union came Dambha (Vanity), representing arrogance born from lies, and Maya (Illusion), his sister and future wife, who wraps the world in deception. Dambha and Maya gave birth to Krodha (Anger)—the violent force of pride and frustration. He, too, married his sister, Himsa (Violence)—a being that thrives on pain and destruction. From them was born Kali—not a god, but a force destined to rule the final age due to his bloodline connection to Brahma. Thus began Kali Yuga, an era fated to last 432,000 years—a time where neither gods nor demons are allowed to intervene in the human realm. But one demon rebelled—Rudra. Seeking to overthrow Kali, he unleashed chaos on the human world, shattering the divine balance and leaking celestial power into the mortal realm. As humans unknowingly begin to awaken to these powers, the order of the universe teeters on collapse. To stop this spiral, the gods choose a protector for Earth: Vikram. His destiny is not to conquer, but to restore balance—to walk the line between gods, demons, and mankind… and maintain cosmic order.

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Upon becoming an undead mage, Gu Xi discovered he had encountered a small problem. What was with being knocked out and thrown into a cell? To avoid becoming the first useless player to die before completing his job, Gu Xi decided to save himself! As a result, a future powerhouse known as the Breath of the Undead embarked on his legendary journey

Just give a try. Growing up surrounded by poison and silence, Ithariel never wanted much from life. A small house. A motionless mother. A world ruled by serpents that turned the air itself into death. Survival was a miracle. Hope was a lie. Gifted—or cursed—with a strange immunity and a voice that speaks from deep within, he is forced into a path of training, pain, and unnatural power. In a world where monsters rule and humanity breaks to survive, Ithariel begins to change. Not into a hero. Into something else. Because to kill the serpents… he’ll have to become worse than them.

.In order to make up for the regrets of his past life, Ye Fan transfers to the high school Ning Xi attends after his rebirth, finding the beautiful figure from his memory. In his memories, Ning Xi lay on the operating table, using her last breath to say, "Brother, I... I like you..." In this life, watch how Ye Fan conquers the heart of the soft and genius school beauty step by step. ...

Before breath. Before name. Before flesh. In the primordial sea where consciousness stirs before birth, two unborn souls drift through a dreamscape of forgotten gods, ancient truths, and shapeless teachings. Hector and Victoria are not yet children. Not yet anything. But in this realm outside of time, they awaken — and learn. Guided by beings long erased from memory, they explore a world woven from thought itself — the Web of Consciousness, where every being’s magic is born and defined. From gods of grief and forgotten desire to elemental truths etched into silence, each encounter grants Hector and Victoria power, wisdom, and mystery. They are not told who they will become — only that the thread they weave is different. But they are not alone. Far across the mortal world, an empress makes a pact with an angel, bearing a child shaped by divine law. In the decaying lands of demons, a king’s hatred invites an angel of rebellion to bear another child, one destined for destruction. And in secret, two archangels violate sacred edict and conceive a third soul — a child born of balance, to stand between salvation and ruin. This child is Hector. As Hector and Victoria grow closer in the formless void, sharing dreams, pain, and a haunting hum they vow never to forget, their bond deepens. But their birth into the physical world looms, and with it, the unraveling of everything they’ve come to understand. Three children. Three origins. One world that cannot hold them all.

-Originally posted on Royal Road under the same title and name- In a world that has been destroyed by the influence of monsters known as 'Sins' and ancient, forgotten wars, the land itself is scarred. Wastelands that seem endless cover areas of the map. When found in one of the most notorious wastelands, known as the 'Gale' by a group of adventurers, Aien Wisp finally sees the land outside of the lonely desert where he comes to realise the importance of his last name and status as a 'Wisp', spirits that are directly connected to nature itself as he continues to survive out in the lawless wilderness of the world as he knows it. Being haunted by instincts that he doesn't understand and connection to the rest of his kind, he comes to learn why Wisps are feared and comes to understand the responsibilities he carries being known as a force of nature himself. But his connection to the wind causes him to strive for his own freedom as he learns to navigate the world where even the so called 'Holy' hide monsters within their ranks.

He died forgotten. He woke up unstoppable.* Experimented on by a mysterious being, Pluto is reborn in the ancient Marvel Universe with one terrifying gift—*Unlimited Adaptation*. No pain. No death. No limit. Before gods. Before heroes. He walks the Earth as myth, evolving with every breath… and becoming something the cosmos itself fears.

Ami died alone in a cold hospital room--hooked to wires, her body weak, her heart shattered. Betrayed by the people she trusted most. Her parents sold her. Her siblings erased her. Her husband handed her over like she meant nothing. And her best friend smiled while stabbing her from behind. As Ami took her final breath, she made a wish- “Give me another chance… and I’ll destroy them all.” The world listened. Now, Ami wakes up ten years earlier-in her 18-year-old body. This time, she won’t be soft. She won’t be fooled. With all her memories intact, Ami is ready to play a new game---one where she controls the board. Revenge? That’s the only thing on her list. The girl they buried is gone. This is the rise of the new Ami.

As spiritual energy awakens, the Phoenix shall bring life and creation in an attempt to change its destiny by creating a eternal everlasting kingdom but time has proven that nothing is eternal, its always ever changing .The Phoenix shall resolve the grudges of the past and surpass them . Bringing those close to it towards greater heights . But currently...... a mechanical reminder sounded in his mind. "Ding, congratulations to the host, the automatic upgrade system is being activated……" "Ding, activation successful!" "Ding, a cell in your body that contains the highest breath is awakened……" "Ding, your Supreme Breath Cell senses the host's inner despair, is very angry and unwilling, decides to fight for it, and starts to infect ordinary cells" Ye Yang: ?????? Can Ye Yang survive in this ever changing world

What if your life was never your own? What if every choice, every breath, was ink on a page, and you were made to lose? Eris was written to fall. To burn. To become the villain everyone needed to hate. But she remembers everything now. The death. The second chance. The truth. And she’s done playing along. The world wants its villain back. It’s unraveling without her. But Eris is tired. So very tired. And if she must die again, this time, she’ll choose the ending.

Nolan Vale is a psychiatrist at an isolated mental facility — cold hallways, quiet patients, and secrets that never sleep. Then a new patient arrives. No name. No history. Just one request: He’ll only speak to Nolan. Varek Straven is calm. Too calm. Like he’s waiting for something... or someone. And when he says "I know you," Nolan doesn’t understand. Not yet. But some promises don’t die. And some obsessions never stay buried.

The skies cracked, the ground wept, and still… they clawed through shattered storefronts, trampling one another for baubles and boxes. Looting the corpse of a dying world. As if one more luxury could buy back the breath of a burning planet.

In a world so vast it takes centuries to walk, where every grain of soil breathes with its own soul and monsters wait behind beauty, a boy awakens beneath a silver tree with no memory… only a name: Vael. He is fourteen. He is alone. And something deep within him makes the world hold its breath. From forgotten villages to cursed towers, from laughter in taverns to blood on dungeon floors, Vael’s journey becomes more than survival—it becomes a question of what it truly means to live. Alongside friends he meets, loses, and may one day find again, he seeks not power, not glory, but something far more elusive: The meaning of being human. Told entirely through Vael’s eyes, The Storyteller’s Echo is a poetic, immersive odyssey that flows without breaks, transitions, or cuts—just one breath after another, like life itself. Every character, every moment, every choice matters. Because in this world, the smallest soul can alter fate. And sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones that feel… a little too real.

A beam of light, transcending the barriers of countless universes, projected onto the countless worlds, becoming a spectacle for the natives of each world! When Jingliu finely diced Blade into minced meat, the Demon Slayer Corps were shocked! 'What kind of breathing technique is that? Ice Breathing?' (A certain Demon King trembled in a corner) When Acheron unleashed a spectacular slash in Penacony, a girl named Mei on a certain starship couldn't even hold her rice scoop steady. 'She's also named Mei? She also has lightning attributes? And... why does her voice sound exactly like mine?' This is bad! I have a feeling the upcoming scenes are going to have an unacceptable, super-crazy development!

History speaks of a famous Genius... a genius who at the start, no adult whished for their child to emanate. GORT FAIRBANG. That's the name. He was the son of the current village chief, the son who won awards and even headed out to prestigious schools in a grand manner. But one day, a few screws came loose in his head, and he decided to return to the poverty stricken village, throwing away his good cards for the live of nothingness! Crazy! Crazy! He must be insane, many concluded. But what they didn't know, was that this one-in-a-million-year genius, had returned with one sole mission in mind. And that was to SAVE HUMANITY!

Welcome in this world one shall awaken mutative gens which are actually just legacies of divinity woven into humanity the world is shaped by history and wars and there are many races and possibilities and paths. And in this world we shall meet many people some are antiheroes some are murderers pretending to be heroes some are innocently murdered and some are terrifyingly strong. In this story you shall follow the lives of many people in this world their struggles their thoughts their hope and their never stopping flames of courage. You shall meet many peoples lives and choose your favorite and see what they shall do in the final tournaments and other events. Don’t forget power is gained and not blessed. And follow your favorite characters in this adventure in their pursuit of fame, perfection, imagery, hierarchy, legalism and finding their through nature and embodiment. We shall meet serious wars and great events with as foundation the social contacts between characters. Which gen-user is your hero, who do you believe and when do they collide?… =+=+A Must Read To Share With Your Friends+=+=

The story follows about a prince who does what it takes to keep a promise to his mother. See how he fulfills his promise

Matías Castleboard was humanity's last shield. A soldier. A hero. A killer. He died bringing peace... but found no rest. Reincarnated as Kael Lanpar, heir to the most powerful clan on the continent of Mayora, he now lives in a world of ancient magic, forgotten races, and gods who play with the threads of existence. However, his past has not disappeared. The scars of his former life bleed into this one, and with each memory that emerges, Kael sinks deeper into a dilemma that few could bear: Can a second life offer redemption... or only more condemnation? But there is something worse than trauma and war. Knowledge. Because the more Kael discovers about this world—and about himself—the more he understands that the truth does not set him free: it destroys him. And at the end of the road, what awaits him is not an enemy, but something even worse, something we all know but do not understand. A conscience. A truth that cannot be unlearned. A dark and introspective fantasy story about second chances, traumas that never die, and the price of knowing too much. Ideal for readers who seek more than battles: they seek meaning.

There is no breath where Nirvana ends. Only the self folded inward. Let not the mirror hold you. Let not the name be spoken. (Begin in silence. End unseen.) "This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and rituals are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people, places, or practices is purely coincidental. Please do not attempt to replicate anything mentioned in this story. Reader discretion is advised."

In a universe similar to hers, a girl named Lyra Blackwood stood in a snowy clearing, watching a falling star. She didn’t know yet what the Rift was, or who the Valkyrie and UGC were. She had no idea about the vast number of timelines. But just for a moment, she felt something. She felt a heartbeat in her chest, a breath in the sky, and a voice in her mind that said: “You are not alone.” The star shot across the sky, splitting into two trails, then three, and more—branching like the veins of a leaf in the cosmos.

Trillions of years into the future, Earth is gone and the fringes of civilization cling to remnants of what once was. Lead only by the mythologies of the past generations, the future looks bleak until the discovery of a timeless obelisk. The Symphony calls another to the frontiers of space-time, but will this be enough to save an already dying civilization in a universe on its last breath?

EXODUS was announced as a revolutionary game, with full-immersion technology and unmatched realism. That’s what they told the masses. But it was far from the truth. A dying world. Inhabitants deceived by the promise of entertainment. What they called a game… was already the new reality. Those who died inside it never woke up. They were left behind — trapped on an agonizing Earth, waiting for the end. Elaren, the world no one expected, is savage and cruel. No shortcuts. No system. Only death — and survival. For him, it wasn’t a loss. It was his first chance to live. Born in a sealed room, where a breath of unfiltered air could kill him, he now breathes for the first time… and breaks free from his prison. ------------------------------ NOTE: English is not my native language, I ask for everyone's understanding if there is any error. Patreon: patreon. com/Kronios

They were chasing her-and no matter how fast she ran, the footsteps never stopped. Gasping through alleyways, hiding in shadows, praying to gods she didn't believe in. Just one breath, one second of peace... But even magic has teeth. And behind the last door, past the glowing gate she thought had saved her-death was waiting to exhale