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Golden Hands

In the Hands of the Alpha

After a humiliating scandal tanks her once bright career, former child star Selene Grey gets a second chance in an highly anticipated drama. But as she’s ready to reclaim the spotlight, things go horribly wrong. Christopher Hart is everything the media claims he is, calm, composed and dangerously charming. But behind the cameras, he’s hiding something, something not quite human. When Selene is attacked and discovers that Christopher is a werewolf, her world unravels and she is trapped between the new world of supernaturals and a new change for fame. After all, everyone in this industry’s just acting. Most especially the monsters. #werewolf #vampire #scandal "Selene, I'm not trying to kill you. Just open the door so we can talk, please." "Oh wow. How generous of you." I rolled my eyes. "Hey babe, I'm not here to kill you, just to casually drink your blood and then gaslight you about it later." "Oh, so you do remember?" Shit. "You're being unreasonable." Unreasonable? Me? "You literally grew fangs and decided to have me as appetizer, now, you managed to stalk me and get my address and I'm the unreasonable one?" I heard him mutter a prayer. "Please, open the door." That sounded like a threat. I didn't like that. "Does garlic work against you?" "I'm not a freaking vampire." "Then what are you?" I yelled. "I promise, I'm not going to bite you. Please, just open the door and hear me out." "You're not going to bite me?" I asked cautiously. "No." "Are you lying?" "…No?"
_slyvia_ · 18.1K Views

Golden Age of Cultivation

A Call to the Golden Age of Cultivation To my dearest readers, fellow dreamers and seekers of the grandest tales – have you ever yearned for the sagas of old? The kind that didn't rush through 200 chapters, but stretched across **two, even three thousand, with every detail meticulously woven?** I speak of the **pioneering era of Xianxia and Wuxia, the true Grand Cultivation and Cosmic Xianxia narratives** that still echo in our hearts. We live in an age where new novels emerge at lightning speed, driven by quick updates and rapid-fire releases. But amidst this surge, let us not forget the legends penned by authors whose very names evoke reverence, even if their origins are lost to time. These pioneers left us with an invaluable lesson: **true depth and epic scale aren't about speed, but about profound immersion.** They showed us worlds of lower, middle, and upper realms; universes existing within a single body and countless others beyond it. They crafted **ancient immortals and terrifying, primordial chaos** – not the watered-down, cliché versions, but a dread-inducing, boundless void. They took us to **Golden Eras of maximum power, where every sect soared, every technique resonated with peak potential, and the adventure was truly infinite.** No tedious trudges through "mortal world, immortal world, spirit world, fairy world, zzz" – just pure, unadulterated cosmic might from the get-go. I may not be a seasoned god of this genre, but I am a fervent disciple. Inspired by these titans, these very deities of storytelling, I aim to emulate their magnificent vision. My upcoming chapters will embrace their concept of a **Golden Era, a peak-level world brimming with maximum power from the outset.** We'll delve into iconic tropes like **universes beyond the body, the tiered cosmos, and a chaos that truly inspires awe**, not just a basic understanding. Join me as I attempt to craft something truly exciting and immersive within this beloved genre. For it is only those pioneers, those gods, who inspire me to seek such grand narratives. Let us together rediscover the lost art of the truly epic! I clarify that I also like the current immortal cultivation stories. They are popular and easy to shape, especially if you want a story without plagiarism. I recommend focusing on the genre, taking inspiration and making your own ideas of what the MC is like and how they act in the face of monotony and boredom. Persevere. Withdraw or continue?
ruben_boneth · 1.4K Views

A Fate Out Of My Hands

For ten long years, Tatsuya Fukushu lived through hell. Every day, he was beaten. Every day, he was mocked. Every day, he was reminded that the world didn’t want someone like him. The cruelty of his classmates became routine—their fists, their words, their laughter. He endured it all in silence, believing that someday it would end. That someday, if he just kept going, peace would come. But peace never came. One day, something inside him shattered. And in a blind, terrifying moment of rage, he killed them—the three bullies who tormented him for a decade. His hands were stained. His heart, empty. He thought he would finally die. He wanted to die. Instead, he woke up in another world. A world of magic, kingdoms, and ancient prophecy. A world where people could fly, summon fire, and carve mountains with a sword. A world that felt too alive for someone as broken as him. Tatsuya didn’t rejoice at the second chance. He hated it. Hated the sky, the air, the mana that pulsed through him. He wanted silence. He wanted peace. And most of all—he wanted to disappear. But fate is rarely kind. A strange knight named Paul found him, battered and aimless. He claimed there was a prophecy. That someone like Tatsuya had been foretold. Tatsuya didn’t believe a word of it. He didn’t trust him. Why should he? But Paul didn’t ask him to believe. He simply trained him—day after day, sword in hand, never holding back. There were no kind words, only discipline. No promises, only purpose. And slowly, through blood and sweat, Tatsuya began to understand. Trust wasn’t something that came from words. It came from action. And maybe, just maybe… He wasn’t alone anymore.
Tatsuya_F · 24.1K Views

Golden Enclosed

Shi ZhenXian slid his boot across the mud and nearly fell off the mountain. What an idiot! He thought to himself, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in such difficulty during a fight. The night before the Taoist cultivator could not resist the temptation to drink the liquor that he had longed to taste; so, as soon as the first sip slipped into his throat, all sense of responsibility vanished just as quickly. The Taoist blinked twice, looked at the empty flask in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. That joy was as immense as it was fleeting. He didn't even have time to think that he fell backwards on the wooden floor with a thud. "Ahahah ...", a light laugh escaped from his lips "What the fuck have I done". His vows required him to abstain from worldly pleasures, which included wine. - At the end, Shi ZhenXian imprisoned the man he was fighting with. He went to see him to try spilling something out of him, and in the moment the man saw Shi ZhenXian, his eyes widened and his face twisted into a grimace of shock and fear. He opened his mouth and it seemed clear to everyone what he was about to do. He was about to bite his tongue off! Shi ZhenXian's he ran towards the prisoner and blocked his jaw with his hand, placing the hollow between his fingers and thumb between the man's teeth. They sank into Shi ZhenXian's hand, who did not bat an eye, but remained still, restraining him by the head. “Not so fast.”
Silver_light_s · 12.5K Views
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