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Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

“A surprise?” The Prince scoffed. “And if I had died out there? You would have let me die as a prince who never knew his daughter existed.” Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m grateful you didn’t. So, my surprise still worked. And more than that, I suppose I got a surprise too… about your new arranged marriage, Your Grace.” Her nails pressed into her palms through the crumpled fabric of the handkerchief. She wouldn’t let herself crumble. Not now. Not after everything. She vowed to hold her composure—as the lady of the castle, the Marchioness of Ravenswood. === Duty over Desire. That was the mindset Elara Damaryon had set for herself when she accepted the marriage offer from the Prince, who didn’t believe in love and lived in the shadows of Valloria Kingdom. Coming from a disgraced baron’s family, Elara dedicated herself to becoming a worthy wife and the respected lady of Ravenswood Castle for the past four years. She worked tirelessly to remain devoted to the Prince, even though they had shared only one passionate night before he left for a war that would last four long years. After the long, gruelling battle, the Prince’s return as a hero turned into agony for Elara when he was bound by Royal Decree to enter an alliance marriage with a warrior princess. Vain would be an understatement for the disdain she felt. She refused to shatter into the broken mirror of her former self. In a kingdom where fate is whispered through ancient spells and the Moon Goddess watches in silence, Elara, once certain the goddess had forsaken her, must uncover the blessing veiled beneath her suffering. What she once saw as duty has become an undeniable desire when the Prince shows the affection she never knew he could have. She must protect her legacy—not just as a mother, but as a woman who’s discovering more about her own power. As secrets unravel and the love she never dared to dream of ignites flames that should have never been lit, Elara must decide—will love be her salvation, or the ruin of everything she has fought for? === [WARNING MATURE CONTENT 18+] WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** “You summoned me. Explain why.” “I—uh—” she stammered, her brain fumbling for words as her hands clutched the edge of her blanket, gripping it like it was a shield. “I didn’t mean to? I mean, I did the ritual, but I thought it was fake! I wasn’t expecting… you.” His sharp brow arched, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You tampered with powers beyond your understanding for amusement?” “Well, when you put it like that…” she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm slipping out before she could stop it. His eyes narrowed, and her skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze. “You mortals truly have no respect for divine law. Or common sense.” “I wasn’t trying to disrespect anything!” she shot back, the pitch of her voice rising with her nerves. “I was just… having a bad day. It was supposed to be harmless fun. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “You didn’t,” he replied coldly, the words slicing through her feeble excuses like a blade. “And yet here I am. Bound to your foolishness.” Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, but what could she even say? “Sorry for summoning you” didn’t exactly seem like an appropriate response. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut, her fingers twisting in the blanket as her mind scrambled for a solution she didn’t have. Hades began pacing the room like a caged predator, his dark cloak trailing behind him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Summoning a god…. summoning me is a violation of cosmic balance.” “Okay, I get it,” she said, the words spilling out in a rush. “Huge mistake. I’m sorry. But I didn’t mean to meddle! I don’t even know how I did it!” He stopped mid-stride, turning his piercing gaze on her once more. “The ritual you performed is ancient. Forbidden. No mortal should even possess the knowledge.” “I found it in an old grimoire,” she blurted out, desperate to explain. “At some random antique shop. It wasn’t like I planned this! It was just sitting there in a dusty box labeled ‘Summoning the Underworld.’ I thought it was some kind of gimmick. A joke!” “A joke,” he repeated. “You tampered with powers older than your species… for a joke?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting results,” she said defensively. “I lit some candles, said some words, spilled a little wine—and poof! Nothing happened. It was just—” “You spilled wine?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing further. “Yes, wine! The instructions said blood, but I wasn’t about to start cutting myself for a prank. I figured it didn’t matter. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” Hades let out a sound that could have been a laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “And yet, here I stand, summoned by a mortal who substituted sacrificial blood with wine.” ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

A story about a boy that wins a lottery and has to suffer the consequences and responsibilities of such luck. That is what happens when you win a planet.

En tant que princesse incapable de manier la magie, la seule valeur de la Princesse Daphné pour son royaume résidait dans son mariage arrangé. La tâche était simple, mais quand Daphné fut kidnappée et emmenée dans les froides montagnes de Vramid, elle réalisa qu'elle était dépassée par les événements. Elle avait déjà entendu parler de ces montagnes maudites auparavant - un terrain rocheux, des températures glaciales, et une terre gouvernée par un homme que beaucoup craignaient sur le continent. Le Roi Atticus Heinvres, le souverain assoiffé de sang du Nord. Bien qu'elle ne l'ait jamais rencontré auparavant, des histoires sur la cruauté du Roi Atticus étaient répandues. Certains disaient qu'il était un monstre, d'autres prétendaient qu'il était le diable en personne, mais peu importe l'histoire, tout le monde connaissait l'homme qui possédait des pouvoirs au-delà de l'imagination de tous. Il pouvait renverser des armées et ruiner des royaumes d'un simple geste de la main, aidé par ce que d'autres disaient être un anneau d'obsidienne maudit. Personne en dehors de Vramid n'avait jamais rencontré le redoutable roi auparavant. Jusqu'à Daphné. Cependant, en rencontrant l'impressionnant monarque, Daphné découvrit que le roi pourrait ne pas vraiment être le monstre que les autres prétendaient qu'il était. En fait, ce qui était caché sous ce bouclier d'obsidienne pourrait juste être un diamant brut. ― [Extrait] « Alors... où devrais-je vous mettre tous les deux ? » demanda-t-il nonchalamment, sans attendre de réponse. « C'est regrettable de n'avoir qu'un seul lustre. » « Sous mon lit ? Non, non, trop sale. Mes moutons de poussière ne méritent pas cela, » réfléchit Atticus à voix haute. « La cheminée ? Et la table de toilette ? Je suppose que si je coupe la tête de l'un d'entre vous, je pourrais l'accrocher au-dessus de... Ma femme, quelle tête veux-tu fixer du regard pendant que tu te coiffes ? » « Atticus ! » cria Daphné. « Je ne veux aucune tête ! Laisse-les partir. » « Très bien. » Atticus haussa les épaules et claqua des doigts. Il y eut deux craquements identiques alors que les deux cous se brisèrent simultanément. Daphné poussa un cri d'horreur. Cet homme, son mari, venait de tuer deux hommes d'un claquement de doigts, comme s'il éteignait des bougies. « Je t'avais dit de les laisser partir ! » cria Daphné. « Oui, je les ai laissés partir, » dit Atticus. Puis, ses yeux s'assombrirent. « Pour recevoir le jugement divin des cieux. » ― Serveur Discord : https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

【You can skip the Prequel chapters which won't affect your reading】 He cradled an incense burner in his hand and lit thirty minutes of incense. Wisps of blue smoke swirled around, and in that instant, his Divine Thought pierced heaven and earth, all worldly fetters dissolved into nothingness. Such was the Immortal.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

Sam Foster, the CEO of a multimillion-dollar fashion brand, has it all—money, fame, power, and influence. Yet, despite his success, he feels empty inside. A man every woman desires, he remains profoundly lonely. Frustrated by the emptiness of his life, he decides to take a break from his hectic world. On a whim, Sam boards an unknown bus, leading him to an unfamiliar town. As night falls, he wanders the quiet streets and stumbles upon a dimly lit library. Intrigued, he steps inside to find some solace in a book. While flipping through the pages, he discovers a letter hidden within. Captivated, Sam feels compelled to respond, and in doing so, begins an unexpected journey that could change his life forever. Join Sam in this tale of mystery, self-discovery, and romance, where one simple letter might hold the key to finding the love and meaning he’s been searching for.

La vie de Rain Clayton prend un tournant inattendu lorsqu'elle détruit la voiture de son petit ami infidèle, seulement pour découvrir qu'elle n'appartient pas à lui—elle est celle d'un inconnu. Pis encore, elle découvre par accident qu'elle est mariée à cet inconnu, nul autre qu'Alexandre Lancaster, le Vice-Président reclus et PDG du puissant Groupe Lancaster. Élevée dans une famille qui la maltraitait et maintenant sous la pression de son père pour épouser le fils psychopathe du maire, Rain voit ce mariage surprise comme une bénédiction déguisée. Après des années de souffrance, il semble que les cieux aient enfin pris pitié d'elle, lui offrant un mari milliardaire séduisant—un homme impitoyable envers ses ennemis et exactement ce dont elle a besoin pour échapper aux griffes de sa famille. Mais il y a un gros problème : Alexandre veut un divorce immédiat. Déterminée à le garder, Rain conclut un marché pour prolonger leur mariage, selon ses conditions. Maintenant, tout ce qu'elle a à faire, c'est le convaincre de la garder pour toujours... Quelques semaines ont passé depuis leur mariage surprise… « Que fais-tu ? » s'exclama Rain, les yeux écarquillés alors qu'elle observait Alexandre ramper sur son lit. « J'accomplis mes devoirs de mari, » répondit-il avec un sourire narquois. « Tu ne peux pas dormir ici ! C'est contraire à notre contrat ! » « Je ne le viole pas, » dit Alexandre en haussant les épaules. « Le contrat spécifie que tu rempliras tous les devoirs d'épouse, sauf partager mon lit. Il ne dit rien concernant le fait que je ne puisse pas accomplir les devoirs de mari, y compris partager ton lit. » La situation avait basculé, et on dirait qu'elle n'était plus la seule à avoir le contrôle...

[Doux, satisfaisant, chouchoutant, beaucoup de gifles symboliques.] L'ère de Zhang Caishen avait pris fin et il ne pourrait jamais se relever, disait-on. Mais pourquoi semblait-il devenir plus riche et plus puissant alors qu'il était maintenant handicapé et abandonné par sa promise ? Pourquoi était-il soudainement si incroyablement chanceux ? La réponse était simple ; sa nouvelle femme !! Lin Alix n’avait pas de chance quand il s’agissait de sa famille. Elle était l'aînée, moins aimée et moins talentueuse par rapport à sa jeune sœur qui lui volait tout. Mais le destin intervint et elle eut de la chance en ce qui concerne un mari, non seulement il était riche mais il adorait la gâter. Suggéré par son système de jeu de chance infinie, Alix épousa le mari handicapé et indésirable de sa sœur et se lança sur le chemin d’une gagnante dans la vie. Elle remporta des prix musicaux, acquit une reconnaissance internationale et se vengea de sa cruelle famille tout en devenant la femme la plus enviée de Pékin. "Tu es folle, tu as volontairement épousé un homme handicapé ?" demandaient ses amies. "Oui, mais avez-vous vu à quel point il me chouchoute ?" demanda-t-elle à son tour. "Elle le trompera, il est handicapé et il ne peut pas remplir ses devoirs de mari." d'autres colportaient. Alix regarda l'homme prétendument handicapé qui montait dans son lit nuit après nuit et rit. Désolée, il était plus que capable. "Chérie, je suis là pour remplir mes devoirs de mari." disait-il toujours d'une manière coquette quand il la renversait. Ce livre participe au WSA et l’auteur appréciera tout votre soutien. Avertissement : Ceci est une œuvre de fiction, rien ne doit être comparé au monde réel, peu importe les similitudes. Vous pouvez aussi découvrir mes autres œuvres ici sur Web novel.

Gu Shan had always been into girls. Being a lucky guy,he was handsome,rich, intelligent and most importantly had a girlfriend of his choice. His first misfortune in his life was finding his girlfriend in bed with another man. Out of anger he allowed himself to explore something else by getting involved sexually with Li Yunxi the same man his girlfriend had cheated with. What was supposed to be one time thing with no strings attached developed into something lasting and truthful when fate brought Gu Shan and Li Yunxi together . ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Yunxi...um,"Gu Shan moaned gasping for breath. "I prefer it when you call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi spoke lowering his voice to a sexy timbre dragging the syllables sexily. "When did you become so bossy?"Gu Shan teased him. "Call me Yunxi gege,"Li Yunxi insisted in his sexy voice. "Okay as you wish. Yunxi gege,"Gu Shan said sexily,his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment but Li Yunxi could barely notice it in the dimly lit background. Gu Shan still couldn't believe he would submit to another man and be completely smitten with him.

Betrayed by his own comrades, Kael Zarion watched his closest friend, Lothar Holyreign, fall to a blade meant for enemies. Wounded and desperate, he fled deeper into the Tower of Calamity, sealing himself in a forgotten chamber where a crimson-lit relic awaited. “I'm sorry, Lothar… I failed you.” With regret in his heart and vengeance burning in his soul, Kael took his last breath. But death was not the end. Reborn as Licht Arthas, he awakens in a new life—one marked by an ancient god’s insignia and the power to defy fate itself. The gods rule this world, but Licht will carve his own path. Even if it means drowning the heavens in crimson.

One quiet night in Shanghai, Haoran found a strange cigarette on the wet pavement. Its edges were darkened, but it wasn’t burnt. A thin, silvery mist curled from it, almost like it was alive. Curious, he lit it and took a slow drag. The taste was bitter, metallic wrong. A sharp pain spread through his chest, like fire and ice fighting inside him. He coughed hard, but the smoke didn’t leave. Instead, it thickened, twisting into the air like living shadows. Then, from the swirling smoke, something took shape, a tall figure with glowing ember eyes and skin made of shifting ash. Its voice was deep and heavy, like burning coal. “You have awakened me,” it said. “Now, your fate is sealed.” Haoran’s hands shook, the cigarette still between his fingers. He thought he had just found an old cigarette. Instead, he had inhaled something far more dangerous.

She sacrificed her life to save others but woke up to live again. Lit-An never counted on being reincarnated into the world of the Licnine, but after she catches the attention of a powerful being she becomes a pawn in a dangerous war. The 'Others' have invaded the world of the Licnine, enslaving and killing anyone who stands in the way of their total domination. It is up to Lit-An to stop them. But can this tiny girl be the savior of an entire world?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?

In Neo-Pandora, 2247 time is a fragile commodity. The invention of the Temporal Engine granted humanity glimpses into the past and future—but at a catastrophic cost. Reality itself has begun to unravel, splintering into fractured timelines that bleed into the present. Amidst the neon-lit chaos of this dystopian metropolis, Detective Elias Voss, a disgraced chrono-physicist turned private investigator, survives by solving cases tied to temporal anomalies. Haunted by a failed experiment that scarred him with the ability to see time’s fractures, Elias walks the razor’s edge between the past’s ghosts and the future’s shadows.  When Dr. Lila Kane, a desperate Temporal Institute scientist, begs for his help, Elias is thrust into a conspiracy that threatens to erase Neo-Pandora from existence. A rogue experiment has unleashed a time rift fueled by the Fractured Hourglass, a mythical artifact rumored to hold dominion over time itself. As Elias and Lila race to stop the rift, they uncover a chilling truth: the Hourglass is merely a fragment of the Chrono Core, an ancient power capable of rewriting history—or erasing it entirely.  But the Core’s secrets are guarded by shadowy forces. From the neon-drenched underworld to the Institute’s ivory towers, Elias confronts rogue time travelers, paradox-born monsters, and his own fractured memories. Every step closer to the Chrono Core warps reality further, forcing Elias to question what—or who—is truly real. As the rift consumes the city, he must decide whether to repair time… or shatter it to save humanity Will Elias Voss outrun the ghosts of his past, or will time itself become his greatest enemy?  The Chrono Detective is a high-stakes journey through a collapsing world where every second counts—and every choice could doom reality itself. 

When 2035 particle physicist Adrian is blasted into 1418 Bohemia by his own experiment, he carries three things: a family heirloom pocket watch engraved "Time is Blood", a bone-deep gash on his arm, and modern knowledge that could get him burned as a heretic. In this age where rusted armor clanks alongside psalms, the Hussite Reformation smolders beneath the Church's shadow. Adrian soon discovers his watch not only freezes assassins mid-strike, but bears a six-century-old warning from a spectral knight—Those who reshape history become its ash. To survive, he claims lineage from Iron Cross nobility, only to be ensnared in Lady Alena's plot to reclaim her dynasty; he teaches peasants to forge gunpowder, accidentally fueling holy madness worse than war; when he uses penicillin to save his lover in childbirth, Europe erupts with whispers of "mechanical witchcraft defiling God's design". Now twin timelines unravel—2035 scientists claw to retrieve their "lost specimen" while 1430 Ottoman cannons breach the Danube. Catholic spies infiltrate parliament, radical reformers sharpen daggers, and new glyphs materialize inside the watch: Every life saved rewrites Armageddon. This is a death gamble between gears and gospels: Where steam chariots crush papal indulgences, Where cesarean births become heresy trials, Where the man who predicted history's bloodiest war... ...just lit the fuse.

Certainly! Below is a **synopsis** for your webnovel, *Shadows of the Forgotten*, along with a description of the **cover artwork** to help you visualize or commission an artist to create it. --- ### **Synopsis:** In a world where ancient powers lie buried beneath the shadows of modernity, Kael Arvid, a battle-hardened mercenary, is thrust into a war he never asked for. Marked by a mysterious symbol and haunted by visions of a silver-haired woman, Kael discovers he has been chosen as the champion of the Forgotten—a race of beings banished from the world millennia ago. As the Forgotten begin to awaken, so too does an ancient evil that threatens to plunge the world into eternal darkness. With the help of allies both old and new, Kael must race against time to recover the fragments of the Forgotten's power before they fall into the hands of the Obsidian Hand, a ruthless organization led by the merciless warlord Draven. From the neon-lit streets of Eldarion to the frozen wastelands of the north, Kael's journey will test his strength, his resolve, and his very humanity. But as the shadows grow darker and the lines between friend and foe blur, Kael must decide: will he fight to save the world, or will he succumb to the power that threatens to consume him?

In the city of Lumina, where ancient traditions whisper beneath neon-lit streets, Kai has spent his life as a blacksmith’s apprentice, forging blades for warriors he could never hope to match. He dreams of something more—something greater—but fate seems content to leave him behind in the forge’s warm glow. That is, until a chance encounter in a dark alley changes everything. A dying cultivator thrusts a mysterious amulet into Kai’s hands, uttering a single warning: They are coming. From that moment on, nothing is the same. Shadowy figures hunt him, his master harbors secrets he never imagined, and the amulet pulses with an energy Kai doesn’t understand. As he is drawn into a world of lost legacies, hidden cultivation arts, and celestial forces beyond his comprehension, Kai must make a choice—cling to the life he knows or embrace the spark of destiny flickering inside him. But power always comes at a cost. And as enemies close in and buried pasts resurface, Kai will soon learn that the weight of fate is far heavier than any sword he has ever forged. Will he rise, tempered by fire? Or will the unseen spark within him fade before it ever has the chance to ignite?

# superalpha # two-faced Ye Ningwan was set up by her family and forced to marry a blind old man. On their wedding night, she was forced into the bathroom by the man…Everyone knew that Zhan Hanjue was the God of Death in Jiang City. No woman wanted to get into a relationship with him. When Ye Ningwan was brought in, everyone waited to see her being carried out as a corpse. Who would have thought that three days later, Ye Ningwan would return to her natal family’s house bearing expensive gifts. When the Ye family members saw the gifts, their eyes lit up. Ye Ningwan smiled lightly. “You may only look at it. I still need to return it all later. The Ye family didn’t give me any dowry, after all. How could I accept the return gifts that the Zhan family gave me?” “Ye Ningwan, you’re so arrogant!” The Ye elders scolded her. “So what if she’s arrogant?” Zhan Hanjue stepped out, his handsome face as cold as ice, scaring everyone away. With Zhan Hanjue’s support, the Ye family’s third lady who was despised by her own relatives, merely raised her eyebrows. However…“You’re not blind?” Ye Ningwan thought of all the times she had changed her clothes in front of him, and her face burned! The next second, the man who had pretended to be blind had pulled her into his arms.“Shhh, be good. If you listen to me, I’ll even give you my life.”

She's a licensed teacher but jobless. He's a billionaire CEO in search of a replacement for his missing fiancée. After months of rejections and failed applications, Alina Reyes is on the brink of giving up on her dreams. But just when life seems hopeless, a chance encounter at an exclusive party changes everything. Riel Alcantara, a powerful and cold-hearted CEO, is looking for a wife-not for love, but for business. His fiancée has mysteriously vanished, leaving him in need of someone to fill her place. He offers Alina an unexpected deal: marry him, and she'll have a life beyond her wildest dreams. It's supposed to be simple. No strings. No emotions. Just a contract. But as Alina steps into Riel's glamorous world, she begins to see glimpses of the man behind the cold exterior. And while Riel tries to keep his heart guarded, Alina's warmth and sincerity start to break through his icy walls. Can a jobless teacher teach a billionaire how to love her? Or will their deal shatter when secrets and unexpected feelings come into play? --------------- This story will focus about fate, ambition, and the power of love to change even the most guarded hearts. GENRE: ROMCOM, CHICK LIT, CONTEMPORARY FICTION, DRAMA. DATE STARTED: 01/18/25 LANGUAGE: TAG-LISH

**"In the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, two broken souls collide. Haruki, a reclusive artist haunted by his past, has built walls so high that even the light struggles to reach him. Aoi, an optimistic yet scarred young woman, carries her own quiet pain but refuses to let it dim her warmth. When their paths intertwine, they embark on an emotional journey of love, sacrifice, and healing. But as secrets unfold and shadows from Haruki's past resurface, their fragile bond is tested in ways neither could have imagined. In a world where light and darkness coexist, can love truly save a heart that is determined to self-destruct? A Love Written in Tears is a poignant tale of unspoken words, fleeting moments, and a love so tragic that it leaves scars long after the final page."

"Oga kpata kpata! Oga no na isisi! Oga no n' enu!" He greeted his boss who was sitted in the dimly lit spacious office with his back turned to him. "What's new?" The Boss answered with a cold emotionless voice. The smoke from his pipe engulfing the room. "The Alaye don show, he just touch down Chinua Achebe Airspace." The fellow answered, he being part of the activity his boss engaged in didn't flinch at the sight or breathe of the atmosphere almost two inches thick which he stood in the midst of, firm like an Iroko ready to wait on his boss' command. "Interesting! Get her to keep an eye on him, you, keep an eye on them..." And as he spun himself on the swivel to face him, he asked, "Is that clear?" "I dey for you Oga m, I dey for you, asap!" He replied with a slight bow. With a wave of one of his palms, both hands were now rested on the table, he dismisses him. He left with a bow and a final greeting as another guard armed with only a pistol hails the boss and proceeds to shut the door behind him. The boss spun himself repeatedly and when he had finally settled, he smirked as he released puffs of cloud from his nostrils...

Khai Leafblood is no stranger to silence. Living on the outskirts of Solaran, he has learned to move unseen, to exist without being noticed. Yet the dreams refuse to let him be. A sky consumed by fire. A city reduced to ash. A faceless figure standing amidst the ruin, its voice like a whisper in his soul. He never believed in fate—until the day he crossed paths with a silver-haired boy with piercing blue eyes. A boy carrying a burden far greater than himself. A boy whose path is destined to change the world. Now, hunted by forces he cannot yet comprehend, Khai is drawn into a journey where myths breathe, shadows whisper, and truth is far more dangerous than the lies built to contain it. Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Some destinies are better left unfulfilled. But the fire has already been lit. And there is no turning back.

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice. ps: Will be posting this story on Royal Road

Teen romance? Office Romance? Enemy to lovers? nahhh... I present to you, PRISON ROMANCE! This story is an entry for Romance Carnival contest. Please send me PS, GT and gifts. Life was going perfectly for Jasmine Paxton. One day, she flew out to where her mother originally came from, expecting to be welcomed by a shower of rose petals and confetti. But instead, she was welcomed by the greatest surprise in her life. Jasmine, who was on a vacation -- nay, who faced the death penalty, was now imprisoned in a foreign prison, awaiting her verdict. In prison, she found out about her boyfriend's betrayal, making her hope for freedom seem like a dream. Jasmine accepted her fate and got used to life in prison, which soon changed her. Unexpectedly, her candle of hope for freedom lit up, not from the help from the outside, but from the inside of the prison wall. And one of that came from Felix He, whom she mistook as her handsome ex-boss's secret boyfriend and the first person that put the cuffs on her! ***** This story is fictional. Instagram: aleeqac_books Tiktok: aleeqac_author Facebook: Aleeqa C Buy me a coffee! https://ko-fi.com/aleeqac

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.

In the neon-lit streets of futuristic Neo-Tokyo, Rei Kuroda, a haunted bounty hunter, and Aiko Saito, a skilled hacker with ties to a powerful corporation, cross paths in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Once lovers torn apart by a devastating war, they now find themselves on opposite sides of a conflict that threatens to unravel the city’s delicate balance of power. As they are forced to confront their past, their rekindled feelings complicate their missions, drawing them into a high-stakes battle against a rogue AI and the dark forces controlling Neo-Tokyo. With every encounter, the line between love and duty blurs, leading them to a final confrontation where they must decide whether to protect the world they once knew or to forge a new future together. Neon Sakura is a gripping tale of romance, action, and redemption, set in a world where technology and humanity collide.

In the bustling city of Verenthia, where the clang of swords and the murmur of betrayal filled the air, two rival families stood at the brink of destruction. The Arlan and the Vesperis, once united by friendship, had descended into a bitter rivalry that echoed through generations, staining their history with blood and resentment. Amidst this chaos, a chance encounter unfolded under a sky lit by a thousand stars. Elysia, the carefree daughter of the Arlan clan, yearned for freedom beyond the constraints of her family's expectations. Across the city, Layton, the bold son of the Vesperis, was driven by a desire to reclaim his family's honor. When their eyes met at the annual festival, time seemed to still, and the world around them faded. Drawn together by an inexplicable force, they shared stolen moments and whispered dreams, crafting a bond that defied the hatred of their kin. In a city where love was a forbidden fruit, their hearts dared to reach for the impossible. Yet, as the stars twinkled overhead, they knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and heartache.