Dust Style

I died with her voice in my code—and woke up with nothing. No power. No past. No name worth keeping. Just a child’s body in a world where men obey, and women command breath, blood, and flame. The House of Anara runs the monastery that reshaped me. They think I’m quiet. Useful. Harmless. But I’ve begun to see the gaps in their structure. I have an eye for patterns. A mind built for systems. And more than anything— I have memory. I have theory.

Er war ein Waisenkind mit mittelmäßiger Begabung und einem bescheidenen Hintergrund. Durch seine Ausdauer und seinen Unwillen, sich mit Mittelmäßigkeit zufrieden zu geben, kultivierte er verzweifelt. Durch einen glücklichen Zufall erweckte er die alte Kampfseele, die in dieser Welt schon lange ausgestorben war, und von diesem Moment an war sein Aufstieg unaufhaltsam, wie ein Komet, der hoch aufsteigt und sich auf eine Kultivierungsreise begibt, um die Welt zu beherrschen. Er begann als Bettler, der von anderen schikaniert wurde, und begann mit jedem Schritt zu glänzen. Er trat in eine Ära des Chaos ein, in der es zahlreiche Sekten gibt, Talente im Überfluss vorhanden sind, die Zehntausend Clans um die Macht wetteifern und ein menschlicher Held nach dem anderen in einer riesigen und großartigen Welt auftaucht. Mit der "Tyrannenhimmel-Kampfseele" schwor er sich, seinen eigenen Mythos zu schmieden!

Elliot and Sheree are the weakest super humans at their university. Because of their very unique genetic makeup they cant gather energy like other people. That all changes on one unfortunate morning when they touch each other for the first time. What will happen now that they know about their "very physical" cultivation style? Is it even allowed to cultivate in that way? Warning!! this story does contain adult content and erotic scenes!

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Brutality is my style of conduct! If you can't accept that, I'm ready to fight—that's who I am! Don't mess with me, otherwise, I won't mind teaching you the meaning of "The Return of the King"!!!

Dia adalah seorang yatim piatu dengan bakat biasa-biasa saja dan latar belakang yang rendah hati. Melalui ketekunan dan ketidakmauan untuk menerima biasa-biasa saja, ia berlatih kultivasi dengan putus asa. Dengan keberuntungan, ia membangkitkan Jiwa Bela Diri Kuno, yang sudah lama punah di dunia ini, dan sejak saat itu, kebangkitannya tak terbendung, seperti komet yang melesat tinggi, memulai perjalanan kultivasi untuk mendominasi dunia. Berawal sebagai pengemis yang sering dibully orang lain, ia mulai bersinar pada setiap langkah, memasuki era kekacauan di mana Sekte-sekte banyak, bakat-bakat berlimpah, Sepuluh Ribu Klan bersaing untuk kekuasaan, dan pahlawan-pahlawan manusia muncul satu demi satu di dunia yang luas dan megah. Dengan 'Jiwa Bela Diri Langit Tirani', ia berjanji untuk membentuk mitosnya sendiri!

Ele era um órfão com aptidão medíocre e origem humilde. Através da perseverança e uma indisposição para se contentar com a mediocridade, ele praticou a cultivação desesperadamente. Por um golpe de sorte, ele despertou a Alma Marcial Antiga, há muito extinta neste mundo, e a partir desse momento, sua ascensão foi imparável, como um cometa subindo alto, embarcando em uma jornada de cultivo para dominar o mundo. Começando como um mendigo que era intimidado por outros, ele começou a brilhar a cada passo, entrando em uma era de caos onde as Seitas são numerosas, talentos são abundantes, os Dez Mil Clãs competem pelo poder e heróis humanos emergem um após o outro em um mundo vasto e magnífico. Com a 'Alma Marcial Tirano do Céu', ele jurou forjar seu próprio mito!

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.

After a scandal cost him his job, the entire city turned its back on him. Doors slammed shut, companies refused to even look his way, and his name became a curse whispered in office halls. With nowhere left to go and no dignity to cling to, Venzel returned to his quiet village, ready to rot—or at least grow potatoes. But fate had other plans. There, in the dirt and dust of defeat… he awakened a golden finger! Now the question is: Will Venzel use it to rise to the heavens— or to smack down every smug bastard who ever looked down on him?

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case. Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent. At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage. Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life. However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money. With money comes unparalleled talents. From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

Sixteenen years old Hinata Mitsuaki finds water as natural as breathing and only swims for himself with no desire of competing despite his formidable talent. Will circumstances awaken the sleeping beast lying deep within him? Will the water lead him to his love? What happens when he learns a shocking secret in the most painful way? Will he be able to face the coming difficulties?

The fjord, the calm sea, reflected the leaden clouds in the sky, and flocks of ravens circled back and forth, indicating that a biting cold wind was about to blow south. This is the first scene that the protagonist sees when he travels to Northern Europe in the 9th century AD. He becomes an ordinary self-taught farmer who has only a barren and abandoned wheat field. For hundreds of years, the glory of the Roman Empire crumbled to dust, the world fell apart, and kings fought each other. In this turbulent and dark Middle Ages, his first task is to survive, and then find a way to put an end to this chaotic world...

Jerry took charge of his family company, which had a history spanning over 50 years. His leadership style was unorthodox and often baffled those around him. While many expected him to follow traditional methods, Jerry chose to implement his own ideas ........

It was after many years of hard work and training in different martial arts like Jeet kune do , Taekwondo,Judo , Aikido, I won another Taekwondo match and got gold medal. I saw someone looking confused and sad, and he was approximately 35 years old I think. He sat near my bag. I went to pick my bag, and he suddenly asked me with a monotone voice – “What is Your style?”. I replied spontaneously – “Using No Style as a Style”. He said that, he was impressed with my fighting style and liked it because its like a well planned drama but fought seriously. I don’t know him and I asked – “Why are you looking so sad?”. He then started :

The corporations violently fight for control over the harbour borders, and the reefs of course, the hallucinogens that started it all. It's happening at the wrong time and place, as an outcast's path intertwines with multiple characters as he is caught within a cobweb. When the dust settles, there will be only one side standing. (The story has just began to develop so it might change as it goes on.)

After reaching the end of a mysterious game that merged with reality, Rio is granted a gift—freedom, power, and peace. But just as the dust settles, a message appears: "This is not the true ending." Drawn by curiosity and the thrill of a new journey, Rio sets out once more—not because he’s forced to, but because something within calls him forward. The world is shifting, and the lines between fiction and fate are breaking. What awaits at the end of the true path? In a story shaped by choices, glitches, and forgotten truths, Rio steps into the unknown—ready to uncover the final patch.

Every step toward the truth awakens a darker side of her—a side that knows how to kill without mercy, vanish without a trace, and manipulate the very science that erased her past. But in a game where loyalty is currency and her own mind is the battlefield, how do you trust yourself? "Dust of Her Mind" is a pulse-pounding spy thriller with a psychological edge, blending Namibian heat with cold betrayal, and one woman’s fight to piece herself back together—before the ghosts she forgot come back to finish the job.

Imagine a world where any door is truly a portal to anywhere else. Melissa has found herself inside a chaotic maze of all the architectural styles known to man. Her best hope of escape, is through a book.

A man who was once called the world’s strongest agent ended up becoming a teacher after his retirement, to train a new generation of agents. After many years of training his disciples, he was killed at the age of 60 by a secret organization’s ruse and was reincarnated in another world with his memories intact. Though he was surprised by the existence of magic and the strange species in that world, he quickly adapted to his condition as a newborn and took advantage of it. He acquired special magic and gained a massive amount of strength thanks to his rigorous discipline, in order to reach his goal: Resume his career as a teacher which he left halfway through in his previous life. This is the story of a man, who, based on the memories and the experiences of his previous life, became a teacher who travels through the world with his students.

it indian style novel

In a universe where farming is a falsehood, one shattered man possesses the truth: in order to save everyone, he has to rot everything.** Exiled to the Blighted Steppes' toxic wasteland after his meridians were smashed by an explosion in a Rot Zone, scholar Lián survives by mapping patterns of rot for scavengers. Disabled and discarded, he discovers a nightmare truth: the "impurities" corrupting the world are not just that—**Primordial Decay**—raw energy from creation's beginning. Modern cultivation suppresses this energy, but at a terrible cost: with every pilled-down pill swallowed, with every immortal who ascends to the heavens, *accelerates* the unmaking of reality itself. When Lián touches a fossilized dragon bone humming with rot, his broken form does the impossible: it *drinks* in the corruption. Where others break down, he thrives. Under the tutelage of **Old Man Moth**—an immortal rotted alive for 10,000 years—Lián learns to master forbidden **Rot Arts**: miniaturizing foes to dust, unwinding spacetime through decay, and concocting elixirs from the raw juice of chaos. But his power catches the attention of **The Preservers**, a cult of immortals who purge "decay-spreaders" to maintain their parasitic reign. Lián invades the radiant facade of **Jade Aegis Academy**—where cultivators are taught to bleed decay into mortal cities—and uncovers Heaven's worst secret: the gods are not wise. They are *cowards*, poisoning lower planes to prevent a cosmic extinction. To end this cycle, Lián must become everything the universe is terrified of: **Heaven's Anathema**, the very literalization of decay. Salvation, however, comes with a cost: to bring back existence, he must first bring empires, sects, and even the immortals themselves. to dust.

Rehani was Bangladesh's top model-her fame soared sky-high. With her long black hair, impeccable fashion sense, and unparalleled beauty, she ranked among the most popular models in the country. Her face, every outfit, every style became a headline in magazines. Fans across the country followed her, and in the world of modeling, her popularity was unmatched.

In the ancient world of Vaikarthan, power is not a matter of strength alone—it is the shaping of essence, the alignment of body, soul, and energy with the rhythm of the cosmos. And yet, some do not walk toward divinity. Some are born from its shadow. Rudra is a boy without ambition. He desires no throne, no glory, no empire. His dream is peace—a quiet life, a warm family, a soft death before the one he loves. But within him lies a potential so profound, the stars would bow if it ever awakened. Where others climb toward power, Rudra floats—weightless, uncertain, unwilling to chase what he cannot believe in. Until the moment everything breaks. Until the silence of a forest is shattered. Until blood stains memory, and innocence is torn from his hands. And then... something opens. From that moment onward, Rudra no longer walks within the world. He begins to reshape it. His power does not follow a single path—it bends between forces: the pulse of creation, the rage of destruction, the paradox of becoming both at once. He is the breath that builds. He is the step that erases. He is the flame that grieves, and the storm that dances. And should he ever truly choose to rise— even the divine will fracture beneath his will.

Do we really have a choice in our lives? Can we defy fate? Or are we nothing more than chess pieces for the goddess of fate? What is the difference between love and obsession? *** As her hands moved along the wall, her fingers brushed against a slight dent. Her eyes snapped open. Leaning in, she blew on the stone surface, only for a cloud of dust to explode in her face. She staggered back, coughing. "Ugh—seriously?" She cracked open one eye, blinking away the dust. Through the faint haze, she spotted something carved into the stone. She squinted, running her fingers over the words. "The god of war asked: 'What force bends neither to strength nor will?'" "The goddess of destiny answered: 'Can fate be controlled or prevented?'" Alexia frowned. "Okay, now that actually sounds like a riddle. But what's the answer?" --- What happens when you become marked by Destiny herself?

In that dreary tower, do you see it? Those stars. Lathell is an aristocrat from the Caileid Family, he was given the golden spoon since birth. From that, he turned into the worst, a playboy and a narcissist, rampaging every bar and brothel he can set his eyes on. His family, enough with his antics kicked him out of the mansion and disowned him. After he got banished, he immediately gets attacked by gangsters. But fortunately he gets saved by a blue haired priest, which introduces him to the mercenary guild, the 'Daydreamers Corp'. Can he redeem himself with his new allies? Or will he fall into more despair? So uhh guys this is my first time writing a novel not a fanfic, so uhhh wish me luck and send me some stones if yall have em!! Rizz. hehe, also also this guys name is lathell, from brown dust, cus hes originally the mc of a brown dust fic i didnt write, so i jst use him here Rewrite cus first one was ass

The Triple R Ranch welcomed home Wyatt Ray, son of Colt and Hedli, a man weathered by service but still holding the steady gaze of his rodeo-legend parents. Fresh back from another long military deployment, the quiet of the ranch felt both familiar and strangely new. His cousin, Logan, had just headed off to college with his fiancée, leaving a different kind of void. At twenty-five, Wyatt found himself drawn to the thunder of hooves, to the scent of dust and leather. The rodeo circuit, the world his parents had conquered, called to him now with a renewed purpose. He was thinking of finally stepping into the arena himself, not just as a spectator, but as a competitor, ready to forge his own legacy. Meanwhile, the rodeo circuit was home to Cassidy Smith, daughter of Nathaniel and Izzy Smith. She'd practically been born in the grandstands and raised in the livestock pens, knowing the circuit like the back of her hand. For Cassidy, the rodeo wasn't just a sport; it was a way of life, a demanding mistress that required constant dedication. She knew the drill for earning money, from the painstaking travel with her horses to ensuring their peak health and taking meticulous care of herself. She was a formidable competitor, excelling in roping, barrel racing, and the raw courage of bareback bronc riding. Then, a new rider appeared, a retired military officer whose style in the arena stirred something deep within her, reminding her of a legend she'd only ever heard tales about: Colt Ray. How do Wyatt and Cassidy first encounter each other on the rodeo circuit? Is it a chance meeting, a competitive clash, or perhaps a moment where their shared passion brings them together?

The start of a cult and the regression towards extremism . The cult of a man who told the world he would catch fireworks , a being was prophesised , a bitter being who would rain down vengeance of a thousand years . The cycle of renevge would end because the prophet would commit any atrocities there would be to commit , as nothing would rectify this hellish cruelty about to transpire on earth.

In the heart of the burning frontier, where justice is a whisper and the graveyard always has room, one man rides with nothing left to lose. Calder Nash is a ghost from the past—a former lawman turned ruthless bounty hunter. His name once struck fear into outlaws and crooked sheriffs alike, but after vanishing for years, he returns to the dust-covered town of Deadman’s Hollow with one mission: Find Elias Vane. And kill him. Vane, leader of the infamous Blackthorn Gang, left Calder for dead and destroyed everything he ever loved. Now Calder rides a bloody trail through outlaw-infested saloons, haunted towns, and cursed lands—where every bullet carries a price and every face could be his last. But vengeance never rides alone. A mysterious girl follows Calder. A bounty is on his head. And the deeper he rides into the badlands, the more he realizes… Some ghosts refuse to stay buried. In a world where good men die fast and the wicked ride free, Calder Nash will carve his name back into legend—one body at a time.

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