Wrath Of The Sleeping Dragon

You switch between the views of The Primordials and some of the Gods and Mortals throughout the story. Contains graphic imagery from my over enthusiastic details.

In a world called "Sanctuary of the Beasts", a young man is expelled from his clan for not being able to summon his contracted beast. Time and again, he finds himself caught in humiliating situations, being expelled from the mercenarys guilds union, the hunters guilds union, and the adventurers guilds union. With nowhere to turn, he decides to spend his last money on alcohol in an attempt to escape his harsh reality. When he wakes up, he regains the memories of all his past lives, especially his first life as the supreme dragon sovereign of this universe. He determines that he must find ways to advance in his cultivation and embark on his path of vengeance and conquest to restore balance to the universe or, perhaps, find a way to live a peaceful life.

"Genius cultivator Snow, was betrayed by his lover and enslaved.Forced to work in mythril mines he unearths a primordial demon god legacy in the mines. As hatred and revenge fuels his journey, a mysterious call beckons him to a darker destiny.Leaving behind trail of corpses in path to power.. Will he succumb to revenge or rise from the shadows? Explore a tale of betrayal, revenge, and rediscovered power in this gripping cultivation novel."

My Dragon Wife Runs The Mafia. [3-4 chapters a week]

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Everything in this story has a purpose, nothing is random. If something feels 'forced' it's meant to be, ask why and I guarantee you will enjoy the novel more. ------------------- Synopsis: This is the story of a young man who was reincarnated as a dragon with a near-insatiable curiosity. Initially sparked by questioning his own reincarnation, he quickly gets lost in the endless world of magic, using his deep understanding of advanced sciences to learn the laws and properties of a new type of energy known as mana. However, soon enough, the table would flip, and he would begin using that very same energy to expand his knowledge of science, to the point that he would begin questioning his own understanding of the world. Although not his original intention, with the combination of his intelligence, expanding curiosity, and the 'miracles' that occurred to allow for his existence, he quickly found himself climbing the mountain of strength as if it were a small hill before eventually climbing to a point where it seemed as if he himself was the peak itself. Even if.. that was never the case... - There is mild gore, and profanity is 'censored' toward the beginning, but not later in the story. - Tags: Action, Discovery, Adventure, Fantasy, Sci-fi Sub Tags: Reincarnation, Magic, Non-Human Lead, (Extremely) OP Protagonist, Mystery - New Chapter twice a week, on Monday and Friday at 1:30 PM EST! (Unless Stated Otherwise) - Uploads not on Webnovel, Royal Road, Wattpad, or Scribblehub are ILLEGAL - Community Discord Server: https://discord.gg/Dv7G5bQD4v Account must be at least 3 days old. Note: This novel takes place in the same universe as my other novel, TSH (The System's Harvester) on RR (Royal Road) and SH (Scribble Hub)

"When a decent living and resourceful young teenager is manipulated by a destructive "Kitsune (Japanese fox spirit)/or to say Huli Jing (Chinese fox spirit)", his life takes a drastic turn. The fox spirit, unaware of the true nature of their pact, forms a love contract with him. As they gradually fall for each other, this becomes the boy's greatest problem. Complicating matters further is the involvement of powerful gods from "Chinese and Japanese mythologies",the Tiānshì (Divine Messengers) of the Chinese gods - East, West, South, North, and Central - and the Mikoto (Divine Messenger) of the Japanese gods, particularly the central deity, Amaterasu Omikami, become entangled in their fate. Unbeknownst to the boy, the Kitsune/Huli Jing is an extraordinary, destructive fox spirit born from the combined spiritual energy of six Japanese and Chinese fox spirits. In ancient times, she was notoriously difficult to seal, requiring the collective efforts of fifteen Chinese and Japanese gods and goddesses from each direction. "Now, in the present, she has broken free from her seal, empowered by her accumulated strength". Having been sealed since childhood, she has forgotten most of her powers. However, this forgetfulness proves advantageous, as she begins to experience human emotions. Unfortunately, this newfound humanity also means facing the wrath of the gods, their Tiānshì, and Mikoto . And lastly that the female lead and the main character doesn't know his identity." Note: the cover is an ai generated I just added the title Note: this story is also being submitted to the websites like royal road, tapas, webnovel ,wattpat by the orginal author.

In a world where Earth’s mana has been sealed away for millennia, ancient forces begin to stir in the depths. Due to a lack of human inhibition, a high scientific advancement and an advanced human ingenuity, an unborn Samuel Griffin is genetically altered in his mother's womb with the acquired DNA of Typhon, the primordial dragon of chaos, defeated by the gods in a cataclysmic war of old, essentially making him its physical reincarnation. As he grows, Samuel’s human experiences clash with his chaotic dragon tendencies, forcing him to navigate a delicate balance between his humanity and his primal instincts. With a team of equally capable and extraordinary allies, he confronts alien invaders and secretive factions hidden all over the world. When the sealed mana is finally unleashed, chaos ensues as creatures both ancient and new rear their heads. Samuel and his companions must fight to protect the Earth from internal and external threats that seek its destruction, all the while battling his own inner turmoil.

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

Her wedding becomes a murder scene. All fingers pointed at her, the whole town was ready to hang her head on a spike. Iris Thorvald, the daughter of the Duke, raised in castle walls like a princess became a fugitive in her own home. “Run! As far as your leg's can take you! don't turn back,” Her grandmother had said to her. Off she goes, the unsuspecting blonde princess, falling into the clutches of the bloodthirsty Crown Prince. “The King of Wrath” They called him. The demon of Wrath suited better. He's out searching and plucking the eyes of his enemies out. Little bird Iris happens to fall on his bad side.

Eternal Dusk – A Dark Apocalyptic Fantasy The world is ending—not in fire, but in an endless twilight where the screams of the fallen are swallowed by the void. The gods are gone. The heavens have rotted. All that remains is war. In the heart of this dying world, Modred stands at the edge of oblivion. A warrior born from the ashes of a broken past, his crimson eyes burn with a fury that even death cannot smother. He does not fight for hope. Hope is a lie. He does not fight for justice. Justice died long ago. He fights because there is nothing else left. Beyond the walls of Astria, the last kingdom standing, the forces of the Pantheon tighten their grip. The gods may be gone, but their shadows remain—whispering, corrupting, devouring. When the call for war echoes once more, the Deicida Squads—executioners of the divine—are sent into the abyss. Some will rise as legends. The rest will be forgotten. But in a world where death is a certainty, Modred knows one truth: You don’t pray for salvation. You carve it from the corpses of those who stand in your way. Eternal Dusk is a dark apocalyptic fantasy where brutality and vengeance walk hand in hand. In this world, there are no chosen heroes—only those willing to kill before they are killed. And when the dusk finally fades... will your name be remembered, or buried with the fallen?

A new journey through an old west and Chinese zodiac inspired world where humanity must band together in order to survive natural disasters plaguing their home.

Anger issues was never a problem for Rio, but how can he say that after he swiped away his system in anger when the crystallization began on earth. With portals popping up and monster storming out of them how can Rio be expected not get angry at his lack of a level up tool. Armed with just an axe, as the days go by, Rio has a rapidly building peeve against his never present system and the last virtue on his list is tolerance. "System" "......... " "System" "...….." "Grrrrr!! Grrrr!!" With loud menacing growls the wolf like creatures approached, but Rio was busy looking for what spot in the room had better connection and would let him access his system. "If you guys don't shut up, I'll kill you." Normally, worlds undergoing crystallization should be struggling to get stronger and survive the brutal process but on earth it is different as they are rather focused on pleasing their brutal and unforgiving Tyrant

Liang Chen was a normal youth, one could easily find countless others like him in the Qing clan. He thought that his normal and unremarkable existence would continue for the rest of his life, a thought that was shattered when he was 12. His parents were forced to take the blame for something that they had not done, causing them to be publicly executed. Liang Chen had been told about how just the heaven's were, how they would punish evildoers and those who killed the innocent. But now his parents were dead, and the man responsible for it walks free without suffering anything. That was when Liang Chen learned the truth. The heaven's aren't just, they are indifferent. That was when he decided, if the heaven's won't send down their wrath on the man who caused his parents to die, then he would. If the heaven's have no wrath, then he will become that wrath. (Before i get any more messages about it. Just because it is a story about a guy who wants revenge, it does not mean that the MC will turn into a murderous cunt who will murder everyone.)

"Can you resist my touch, Lia? Do you see how you shiver under my gaze? Have you ever noticed how much you beg me to just take you whenever you look at me with those emerald eyes of yours? How can you take revenge when you get on your knees whenever I ask you to?" Archon gasped out while kissing down my collarbone. "I will kill you, I swear by the name of Vasilikis!" I let out my tears and words. "Oh Lia, my sweet Emilia, Please kill me before the wrath of my desires kills your heart and soul." Julian Archon, the ruler of the Southern part of his country. To him, love was only an impression of being a part of this world. The feared lord was the next heir to the throne. And he had been taught about everything regarding royal debates to achieve that throne. The throne which he despised yet he yearned for that place for years. To achieve the throne he had done everything. He had let go of every distraction which made him think otherwise. Until a Vasiliki caught his gaze and captured his mind, heart, and soul. Emilia Vasiliki, a girl with some memories of her mother which haunts her every day and night. Despite having no parents she had always been brighter every day. One day, she finds out about the harsh truth of the Archon related to her mother's death and craves revenge. But despite knowing she should despise the Archon. A certain Archon takes her breath away with a single touch. The more she wants to stay away the more she gets closer to him. As if, destiny has its plan. Can revenge turn into love? Or will it take a disgraceful turn of events called Obsession?

This is a story about an ordinary man. Who was thrown into the life of an ex-convict because he encountered a haughty rich family's heir trying to lay his hands on his girlfriend while they were out on a date, thus leading him to do harm on him which in turn got him into trouble because that rich heir used their connection to throw him into jail. Read the complete story to find out more....

Born into a dying world, Kael’thir—the last of the True Dragons—awakens in weakness and hunger, his body frail, his wings useless, and his power little more than a dying ember. But a dragon does not remain weak. A dragon does not remain grounded. From the moment he hatches, he is driven by one purpose: to devour, to evolve, to ascend. Each hunt sharpens his instincts. Each kill strengthens his core. With every beast he consumes, every battle he survives, his power grows. But Kael’thir is not alone. A silent, golden-eyed fox follows him, her presence constant yet unreadable, her existence an enigma wrapped in patience. She watches him hunt. Watches him kill. Watches him change. And yet, she does nothing—waiting for something only she seems to understand. As Kael’thir rises through the realms, he will face ancient warriors, forgotten bloodlines, and enemies who rule with power stolen from the heavens themselves. He will break through the limits of the Mortal Realm. He will claim the skies as his own. And when the gods themselves stand in his way— He will devour them, too. The path to the apex has begun. And nothing will stop the dragon’s ascent. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first work so please be nice

"Kairos, a being of unparalleled power, embarks on a journey of self-discovery alongside his eleven enigmatic companions. United by fate, they transcend the boundaries of their world. As they ascend to unimaginable heights, their bonds strengthen, forged by love, loyalty, and shared ambition. Together, they unravel the mysteries of their existence. Will Kairos and his companions uncover the truth about themselves, or will their discovery reshape reality?" [A/N: All illustrations and Cover are Original. The illustration on Cover represents Kairos "Battle Form".]

Kira is caught in a world where power and desire collide. As a fierce and independent woman, she never imagined that her fate would be intertwined with the notorious Alpha—an untamable beast with silver eyes and a soul as wild as the storm he commands. In a world filled with danger and passion, Kira must decide: Will she submit to the Alpha’s wrath, or will she fight against the destiny that calls to her? With every touch, their connection deepens, but is their love enough to tame the beast within him?

A big strong woman with a wild heart and a smaller less strong man with a delicate heart could never fall in love. But what if they did? Well that is the case for omega Kim Eun Seong who has a boyfriend, but can’t help notice a certain girl walking around his campus. Bamsaek Ah-Reum, a blasian girl who has been having trouble fitting in all while going through girlfriend after girlfriend is having no luck with a solid partner… What will happen next? Tags: amaw, ambw, abo, femalealpha, maleomega, enemies-to-lovers

The Great Hellfire Dragon, Tartarus the Calamity of the Fourth age. He died after a long and destructive battle with the New Heroes party. He wakes up in his old modern world. (I do not own the book cover may the author please tell me is he wants it taken down) (Ps. I also am a amateur writer so please tell me what to change and how I can improve this)

Long Sleep is a sci-fi, teen love story set in a world where nothing is as it seems. Akari awakens from a long, mysterious slumber, only to find herself in an unfamiliar reality. With no memory of how she arrived, she embarks on an adventure with Andy, a soldier with secrets of his own. Together, they uncover shocking truths and explore a connection that defies time and reason. Prepare for an exhilarating journey filled with twists, danger, and romance as they uncover the truth behind her lost years.

Are the legendary dragons merely myths, or do they exist in reality? Countless scientists and historians have debated this mystery for ages. Yet, the true story lies within an ordinary human—a seemingly mundane person who unknowingly bears the soul of the last dragon. This dragon once stood at the pinnacle of its kind, but on the fateful day of ascension millennia ago, it was left behind due to repeated failures. Its physical form was destroyed, and its soul was forced to inhabit a mortal body. Over countless years, it witnessed the rise and fall of human civilization, enduring endless cycles of reincarnation. With each life, it sought to reclaim its true form and break the chains of fate, but destiny’s grip only grew stronger. Now, with little time left, both the dragon’s life and the world’s future hang in the balance. An ancient dark power has awakened, compelling it to face the truth of its past failure: why was it the only dragon unable to ascend? The answer may lie within its forgotten memories and the significance of the mortal it never expected. This is a journey of loneliness that spans millennia, the final elegy of the last dragon.

In a kingdom on the brink of war, Lady Vesper Lindell has been raised to lead, her future bound to duty and diplomacy. But when an ancient power stirs, whispering secrets from a forgotten age, Vesper is drawn into a conflict far greater than she ever imagined. Across the continent, Dain Aetos—heir to a ruined name—moves unseen through the shadows of history. Marked by tragedy and sharpened by solitude, he carries the burden of knowledge no one else dares to seek. With a mind forged in a library of lost truths and a bond with a being older than the kingdom itself, Dain sees what others cannot: the true war is not the one being fought on the battlefield, but the one hidden in the echoes of the past. When fate brings Vesper and Dain’s paths together—not in person, but through a fleeting vision—the weight of their choices shifts. Vesper believes she is at the heart of this unfolding legend, but in the depths of forgotten dragon language and ancient whispers, another truth emerges. The war was never hers to win. And the hero of this tale was never who it seemed.

Drago Sol had always been the weakest in every school he went to. He was one of the rare few who didn't have an ability and had always been bullied because of it. That is, until the day when he would be granted a system. On that day he would start his journey to become the Dragon Emperor.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling