Clasp Cloak

Fate... Gods... Parant... These concepts are elusive and their powers unfathomable. Their existence is cloaked in mystery, beyond the understanding of mere mortals. One should never become their enemy, for it would be an unfair battle. But since when has the world been fair? It has never been fair, and this is especially true for Raiwan. Once a humble kid whose past grievances led him to what he had become as his parents were killed by the treacherous king of his continent. this led him to this pivotal moment, he must contend not only with the might of kings, but also with the whims of fate and the gods. Each of these forces is formidable enough to crush a person under the weight of their mere gaze. The kings are so powerful that in their presence, Raiwan is like a mere fly before a dragon, a creature feared by all beings. No matter how many flies gather, they cannot harm the dragon. One breath of its flames, and Raiwan would be incinerated. Fate? Fate is even worse. To it, Raiwan is just a puppet. It is mysterious, formidable, and cunning. Every action, every thought, every encounter—whether friend or foe—might be Fate playing its tricks. It could easily turn the entire world against him if it so wished. And woe to anyone who dares to oppose the gods. For there is no winning, only losing. How can one fight beings whose weakest powers are omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent? They know all your plans before you make them, hear your thoughts more clearly than you do. There is no hiding from them. After a calamitous battle in the mystical city of Katafshan, Raiwan received a chilling notification from his system that sent shivers down his spine, his body shaking as if struck by lightning. The message was clear and terrifying: [Alert!] [The god of doom has entered this universe solely to get rid of you.] [New quest received: ] [Reward: ]

Yi Lian was just an ordinary college student—until he woke up in a ruthless cultivation world, trapped in the body of a nameless outer disciple at the lowest rank of a powerful sect. Weak, talentless, and utterly alone, he faces a brutal truth: survive or be forgotten. But fate isn't finished with him yet. The enigmatic Sect Master, Jing Xuan—a woman cloaked in power and mystery—takes him as her disciple. Why him? What does she see that others don’t? When Yi Lian stumbles upon a power older than the heavens themselves, he realizes his arrival was no accident. Shadows stir, ancient forces awaken, and a forgotten war looms on the horizon. A voice, ancient and eternal, whispers through the void, calling him toward a destiny far greater than he ever imagined. The world will break before it bends. To survive, Yi Lian must defy the heavens—or be consumed by the unknown __________________________________________ And here’s a little bonus for all my amazing readers: For every 100+ collections, I’ll release 1 extra chapter as a thank-you gift! Let’s grow this story together!

A young girl called Ai met a strange man who she though was homeless. Attempting to help and give him money. 'As Ai reached her hand to place the money onto his palm, he grabbed her wrist. She was dazed for a moment before sensing danger from him. Instantly she tried to pull her arm free from him. Her wrist bruising and turning red as she tried. Her eyes drifted the the strange blackness which etched its way onto her skin. His chuckling filled the streets as she felt her body grow numb. Her vision blurry. The last thing she saw was the old man's wicked smile. That was all that was under the cloak..' Awaking her world had changed and her life grew more complicated.

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine's walls. Pure desperation drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood once more. --- Warning • Female Protagonist (because some of you care for some reason)

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

In a realm where strength determines fate and weakness is extinguished without mercy, Hiroshi Tanaka was once invisible—a forgotten shadow in a world that glorified dominance. But when he was cast into the Abyss, a nightmarish void teeming with horrors beyond comprehension, something extraordinary awakened within him. From the depths of despair rose Phoenix , a name born from fire and fury. Empowered by a forbidden artifact pulsing with ancient, corruptive energy, Phoenix became more than human—he became a force of nature. His crimson eyes glow like embers in the dark, his presence cloaked in an aura of untouchable mystery. Twin daggers hum with an otherworldly resonance as he moves through battle like a phantom, striking faster than thought and vanishing before his enemies can react.

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.

“BEYOND THE STARS: PANGAEA SOCIETY” is a gripping blend of dark fantasy and science fiction that follows the journey of Caine, a once-mistreated prodigy who, after the collapse of his world, is transported into a reality he created for himself. Originally a player in the full-body VR game Beyond Reality, Caine becomes the ruler of Pangaea, a continent-sized land inhabited solely by monsters, where humans are forbidden. Having evolved from a powerless, betrayed figure in the real world, Caine now commands an empire of supernatural beings: the Sovereigns and Stars, god-like entities created to serve him and protect his realm. When the game suddenly shuts down, Caine finds himself inexplicably transported into the body of his character. His real-world body dies, but his soul survives, now bound to his monstrous kingdom in space. The world outside is destroyed, and Pangaea is left floating alone in the void, protected by a massive barrier and sustained by artificial light created by Metatron, the first angel. Unraveling the mystery behind the world’s destruction, Caine sets off on a quest to explore the stars and uncover the truth behind the devastation. As Caine and his Sovereigns, including the devil Lucifer, the titan Ymir, and the dragon Tiamat, work together to rebuild a new system of magic and technology, they begin to explore the vast, empty expanse of space. Their goal is to find any surviving worlds, to understand the nature of the unknown being who wiped out reality, and to seek control over their floating kingdom. The narrative weaves between Caine’s inner struggles with his god-like power and the vast, unfamiliar cosmos that lies ahead. Alongside his Sovereigns, he begins to encounter beings beyond his understanding, creatures and forces that defy logic, magic, and science. Each discovery, each encounter with otherworldly entities, raises more questions about the true nature of the universe and his place within it. In this tale of ambition, survival, and self-discovery, Caine must navigate the challenges of ruling a floating nation, managing relationships with powerful allies, and solving the mysteries of a shattered world. Along the way, he will confront unknown forces, test the limits of his newfound power, and ultimately determine whether he is the savior of a lost world or the harbinger of its final end. Caine (Player Character) Height: 6'2" (188 cm) Build: Lean, muscular, with a toned but agile physique. Hair: Dark, almost black, medium-length, messy with a slight wave to it. Often kept somewhat unruly, a symbol of his troubled past. Eyes: Pale gray, almost silver, with an intense, piercing gaze that reflects his cold and calculating nature. Skin: Fair, with a slight pallor, a result of his years of isolation before entering the game world. Clothing/Armor: Wears a dark, ceremonial set of armor with intricate patterns that symbolize his ruling status over monsters. His armor is made of obsidian-black plates, with silver accents running down the chest and shoulders, and glowing symbols of light and dark etched into the surface. His armor includes a flowing, tattered black cloak that adds to his imposing, regal look. Aura: Dark yet commanding, a blend of celestial and demonic energy, reflecting both his cleric class and evolving into the Demon Lord/Monster King. --- Sovereigns 1. Metatron (Angel) Height: 7'0" (213 cm), towering and ethereal. Build: Majestic and muscular, exuding an aura of divine strength. Hair: Golden, shining like sunlight, long and flowing, almost ethereal in its beauty. Eyes: Piercing blue, glowing with holy energy. Skin: Pale, with a flawless, radiant glow. His skin almost seems to shimmer with an aura of light. Wings: Large, shimmering, iridescent wings with a subtle, golden hue. Clothing: A flowing white and gold robe that radiates with divine energy. The robe is adorned with intricate angelic

In the shadow-cloaked village of Thorn Hollow, where the woods hum with secrets and children vanish into the dark, seventeen-year-old Elara Veyne is cursed twice over: by the villagers who blame her for every withered crop and empty cradle, and by the Thorn Pendant she wears—a relic of her mother’s disappearance, now pulsing with a corrupting heat. When the forest’s whispers sharpen into a song only she can hear, Elara defies the mob’s fury to follow it, dragging along Kael, the blacksmith’s sardonic son, whose loyalty is as much a mystery as the Veil itself. What they find is no mere nightmare. A forgotten temple, slick with ancient blood, reveals a truth that claws at Elara’s veins: her mother was no victim, but a traitor. The Veil, a living barrier between worlds, is fraying, and the Veyne women have always been its keepers—each generation bound by thorn and sacrifice to weave its thread. Now, the same rot that devoured Elara’s mother spreads through her, blackening her blood, as Shadowfangs stalk the woods and the stolen children scream from beyond the Veil. To mend it, Elara must become the anchor her ancestors feared, her soul stitched into the thorns. But the Veil is no lifeless wall. It hungers. It remembers. And it whispers promises: of power, of vengeance, of a truth that could unravel Kael’s faith and turn Elara’s sacrifice into a weapon for the twisted gods who crave the Veil’s fall. The deeper they dig, the clearer the choice—bleed for a world that hates her, or let it burn. But some secrets are sharp enough to cut both ways.

The world of Anexia is rotting. The Mist has taken hold over entire continents and continues to spread, not content until the entire world is under its control. Raorka, along with his mother Zoe and father Zack, are thrust into this world after an accident. However they wake up at different parts of the world. Raorka wakes up near the Domed Town of Temuril, where inhabitants speak of the cursed dragon in the woods and the exiled witch who teaches magik...for a price. Zack wakes up near the town of Odania where the red cloaked Chianti Hunters battle against the tyrant mayor and the last Great Kingdom. Zoe awakens near the abandoned Church of Laments, where the cries of persecuted nuns echo, praying for the return of their Goddess and her blessings. Now they journey separately, desperate to reunite with each other amidst the chaos of a dying world.

Rumors whispered of a seismic shift in the hierarchy of the Werewolves, shattering the fragile equilibrium that held sway for a millennium. The Beast, the titan of his kind, teetered on the precipice, his unyielding dominance threatened by the gathering storm. He was a chameleon of chaos, cloaking his demonic heart with the disguise of an angel. But when the mask slipped, the inferno within him erupted, unleashing a maelstrom of destruction that left devastation in its wake.

“Your Highness! Your Royal Highness!” The voice was an unpleasant one that kept ringing in her ears. “Your Highness!” The voice persisted. “Wake up! Princess Mirabelle! Please wake up!” Mary's eyes quickly snapped open and then she began gasping for breath, her head aching. She immediately sat up and the first thing that she noticed was the oddly dressed lady standing in front of her, her hand clasped on her breast and a worried expression on her face. “Your Highness!” The lady beamed and then embraced her. “You're awake!” She burst out crying. “I thought something had happened to you. Do you know how scared I was?” Mary's mind ran with thoughts. Wait, what's going on? Royal Highness? Who? Her? Where was she anyway? How did she even end up here? And who was this eccentric girl hugging her? Anyway, shouldn't she be dead? How is she even alive? --------- Mary Lane’s world crumbled in a single day. First, her sleazy boss fired her for refusing his advances. Then she caught her boyfriend cheating, and to top it off, she had no one—no friends, no family—to turn to. Desperate and hopeless, she made a heartbreaking decision to end it all. But fate wasn’t ready to let her go. When she opened her eyes, Mary wasn’t herself anymore. She was Princess Mirabelle—a stunning royal in an ancient kingdom brimming with intrigue, danger, and an array of handsome suitors vying for her attention. Thrown into a new life filled with power, luxury, and romance, Mary must navigate courtly schemes and her own doubts to uncover her purpose in this second chance at life. Will she find the love and strength she’s always longed for, or will the shadows of her past follow her into this magical new world?

The Godborn: A Legacy of Chaos and Divinity From the celestial expanse where gods weave destiny and chaos battles order, Ikeng, the trickster god, walks among mortals. Cloaked in human form as Richard, he suppresses his divine abilities, knowing that revealing them would summon the wrath of the Agents of Chaos, beings sworn to eradicate divine interference. For centuries, he moves unseen, avoiding deep attachments—especially love—for any child of his blood would act as a beacon to those who hunt him. But in 1984, in the bustling city of Onitch, fate sets a different course. A Love That Defies Fate Working at The Guardian Telecommunication Company, Richard has blended into the mortal world. That is, until he meets Beatrice, a fiery activist fighting against government corruption. Her passion awakens something long buried in him, and despite his caution, he falls in love. Their union leads to the birth of Vincent Ikenga, a child whose very existence threatens the cosmic balance. A World Consumed by War As Beatrice and Richard expose corruption, the country descends into turmoil. Protests, bloodshed, and rebellion grip the land. When the president is assassinated, dark magic carved into his chest, the world erupts into chaos. Forced to intervene, Richard breaks his centuries-old vow and uses his godly powers to restore order—drawing the eyes of the Agents of Chaos. The Night of Betrayal In 1993, on a storm-ravaged night, their home is attacked. An Agent of Chaos, wrapped in shadows and wielding eldritch power, comes to claim Richard and his son. A battle of godly proportions shakes the earth, but even a god has limits. Knowing he cannot destroy the Agent in the mortal realm, Richard makes a terrible choice—he banishes himself and the Agent into the Realm of the Gods, leaving Beatrice and Vincent behind. The Godborn Rises The world believes Richard died a hero, and a memorial is built in Onitch, honoring him as the Superhero Dad. But Beatrice knows the truth—that one day, whatever took Richard will return for Vincent. As Vincent grows, so do his unnatural abilities: the power to see through deception, hear whispers of the divine, and summon forces unknown to men. By his eighteenth birthday, he stands before his father’s memorial and vows: "I will find you, Father. And I will destroy those who took you." The ground trembles, the winds roar, and power surges through his veins. And so begins the legend of Vince Ikeng, the Godborn—a child of both mortal and divine, destined to shake the heavens.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

In a world of magic, war is always bound to happen. There are numerous realms that make up the universe. And they are under the protection of the world's mightiest warriors known as the realm guardians. These so-called guardians are individually powerful and if they combine their strength altogether, it rivals that of a God. Growing up in the human realm as an orphan, Aeriah was completely unaware that she didn't belong there. One night when she was five years old, she was alone in the backyard of the orphanage where she stays. Having just her favorite book to keep her company, she settled down to read. But as soon as she flipped the first page open, she was blinded by an illuminating flash. Soon after, a formless creature cloaked in serene white light appeared. To her surprise, it turned out to be one of the referred realm guardians. Aeriah, however, was too innocent to be enthralled. Even after all these years, Aeriah continues to recall the memory of that night. She was adopted by a noble family: the Riessevilles. Without knowing that they are a family of mages that came from another world, she would soon learn the truth that the human realm is doomed to be destroyed by the forces of the dark realm. Following their escape, Aeriah then finds herself in a whole new world; a completely different reality, with the goal to discover who she truly is.

Erik Smith, a reckless yet noble-hearted high school graduate, dies tragically after saving a child from an accident. His final moments are met with darkness—until he finds himself in a black void. A sinister entity, cloaked in shadow with piercing purple eyes, grips his skull and whispers in an unknown language. A system notification flashes before him: [Bloodscion System Activated] [Transferring to "Eclipsed Fate: Chronicles of the Lost Empire] This system which grants her the ability to manipulate blood, create weapons from his own blood, and steal the abilities of those he eats or absorbs.

Humans and animals from Earth are mysteriously dissapearing, leaving behind only questions and chaos. Governments are clueless, authorities are helpless, and the world is drowning in panic. Leon lost everything to the disaster and vowed to hold the entity behind it accountable. That very day, he vanished, pulled into a dimension where the laws of nature reigns supreme, and the path to endless evolution is open to all races—including humans. But survival here is no easy feat. Death and danger lurk around every corner, and only the strongest can thrive. Emerging victorious from a deadly confrontation, Leon gained a skill that lets him offer his kills to gain a portion of their strength and skills. [Sacrificed a shambling undead. Gained a minor increase in stamina and a slight resistance to decay (increases lifespan!) [Sacrificed a fiery blob. Gained the Fireball skill and minor heat resistance.] [Sacrificed a beast with strong lifeforce. Constitution +1.] [Sacrificed a blood sucker. Gained enhanced night vision and the Cloak of Shadows skill.] How long will he able to survive in his new reality with this skill? Read on to find out!

When the stars fall to dust,the ancient covenant awakens. Humans once thought they were orphans in the universe,until the coffins of the divine race cracked open deep within the earth's crust,and the runes floating on the star-beast skeletons illuminated the forgotten epics—those beings who wrote their oaths in blood at the dawn of creation have never left. The pursuers in the dark night,cloaked in black,have palms flowing with curses that devour light;silver beastly shadows dart through rifts in space-time,etching vanished civilizations deep into human genes.Those we once worshipped as gods were but exiled tyrants;those we feared as monsters are the last oath-keepers. A hunt spanning 400,000 years has already restarted,and the star map glowing in the boy's palm is pushing Earth back onto the chessboard of destiny. This time,the chosen ones are no longer the gods.

Echoes of Rebirth She has lived countless lives, always aware, always searching. He has walked beside her through time—sometimes by her side, sometimes lost to fate. But, Zhang Minyue awakens once more, only to find him cursed, his memories erased. With shadows lurking behind thrones and assassins waiting in the dark, she must unravel the secrets of her past, her identity, and the prophecy that whispers of a girl cloaked in moonlight and fire. Some will bow, others will betray, but one thing is certain—Minyue has never been one to follow fate. Will she ever break the cycle… or lose him forever?

Gift Hunter always believed she was just a regular high school girl—no extraordinary abilities, no secrets hidden in her bloodline, and certainly no connection to the supernatural. But everything changes the day she hears Emily’s voice in her head. At first, Gift dismisses it as stress or a trick of her imagination. Yet, as the pull toward the school library grows stronger, her world begins to unravel. Inside the seemingly mundane walls of her school lies a truth that has been waiting centuries to be uncovered. Gift discovers she is the heir to an ancient wolf bloodline, a legacy that ties her to a powerful pack and its mysterious history. Guided by Emily—revealed to be a wolf who embodies the wisdom and strength of her lineage—Gift must navigate the overwhelming truth of her identity. As her dormant powers awaken, Gift encounters a shadowy figure in the library: a woman cloaked in mystery who reveals that Gift is destined to lead the pack and protect their ancient traditions. Struggling to reconcile her human life with her newfound role as a leader in a supernatural world, Gift finds herself at a crossroads between fear and destiny. Caught between two worlds and an internal war of acceptance and denial, Gift must decide whether to embrace the primal power growing within her or risk losing control entirely. The awakening is only the beginning, and the Alpha bloodline’s legacy will not wait for her hesitation. Will Gift rise to claim her rightful place, or will the weight of her inheritance consume her? In this spellbinding tale of transformation, loyalty, and self-discovery, one girl’s journey becomes the key to the survival of an ancient legacy.

Secrets in the Shadow follows Ethan Cross, a seasoned investigator whose life is upended when a mysterious case brings him face-to-face with his darkest fears. Set in a city cloaked in secrets, Ethan delves into a labyrinth of betrayal, corruption, and hidden truths. As he uncovers a sinister conspiracy tied to his own past, Ethan is forced to confront not only the enemies lurking in the shadows but also the inner demons he thought he had buried long ago. This novel blends psychological intrigue with edge-of-your-seat suspense, weaving a tale of resilience, redemption, and the enduring battle between light and darkness within us all.

In a realm shrouded by humanity's darkest sins, a world adrift in a sea of lost purpose, Allthim decreed a final reckoning. Age after age, emissaries of divine light were cast forth, beacons in the night of ignorance. Yet, their sacred words were met with scorn, their holy missions met with steel. Now, as twilight descends upon creation, Souael, a soul ignited by fate, is chosen to be the last ember of hope. A mantle of destiny is draped upon his shoulders, a burden of truth to be borne. For within the heart of this world, a grotesque tapestry of deceit has been woven, a perversion of morality cloaked in societal grace. Souael, a sword unsheathed for righteousness, must first cleanse this corrupted soil before striking at the root of evil. Amidst the labyrinth of deception, he finds solace in the omniscience of his creator: "They weave webs of lies, but He is the master weaver of fate." With faith as his compass and justice as his blade, Souael embarks on a perilous journey, a cosmic ballet between light and darkness, as the world trembles on the precipice of oblivion. Note: I reworked my previous delayed novel. This time I have my precious semester break to write. I write it in my first language, so I just translate the original using AI. My apologize.

In a world where power is hoarded by the elite and honour is a currency few can afford, Asche is a nobody—or so he thought. Mocked as a beggar and burdened by rumours whispered through market stalls, he cares for only one thing: protecting his brother, Jorg. But everything changes when an uncovered secret and a prophecy name Asche as the saviour of a kingdom he loathes. Thrust into the glittering halls of royalty, he is crowned the protector of a corrupt system that has only ever crushed people like him. The nobles sneer at him, the prophecy’s true meaning is cloaked in mystery, and enemies within and without conspire to bring him down. Caught between duty and defiance, Asche must navigate a labyrinth of deceit, combat forces beyond comprehension, and decide whether to save a kingdom he despises—or let it burn to ash.

In a world where the sun never sets in Solterra and Lunareth is cloaked in eternal moonlight, a centuries-old curse binds the two kingdoms in a fragile truce. The only way to break the spell is for their heirs to unite in love — a task that has led countless royals to ruin. Princess Seraphina Solis is destined to wear the Crown of Sunlight, but she longs to break free from royal expectations. Across the border, Prince Lucien Lunaris, heir to the Moonlit Throne, struggles to save his fading kingdom from the encroaching darkness. When they meet at the Moonlight Ball, their fates intertwine in ways neither can deny. But their love alone isn’t enough to break the curse. To save their kingdoms, they must embark on a perilous quest to retrieve two ancient crowns — one forged from light, the other from shadow — and confront the dark sorcerer who cursed their ancestors. As magic, secrets, and destiny collide, Seraphina and Lucien must decide: Will they defy the curse, or will their love become another tragic legend? Two crowns. Two hearts. One curse that could shatter the world.

In a world hidden from humanity, where every individual wields a unique magic, the balance of power is shattered by the rise of a malevolent force. Lyra Elowen, a timid village girl with seemingly insignificant light magic, lives a quiet, uneventful life—until the storm arrives. When an unnatural tempest descends upon her secluded village, it brings with it Kael Draven, a mysterious shadow mage cloaked in danger and secrets. His arrival marks the beginning of a cataclysmic series of events, as shadows corrupt the land and chaos magic begins to spread. Lyra is thrust into an unimaginable conflict, forced to abandon her home and venture into an unknown world to uncover her true destiny. But Kael isn’t the only one with answers. Along the way, Lyra encounters Elias Fynn, a warm-hearted healer whose kindness contrasts sharply with Kael's cold demeanor. While Elias offers her comfort and encouragement, Kael’s abrasive but honest mentorship challenges her to confront the weaknesses she has long tried to ignore. As Lyra trains under the enigmatic mage Selene Aldara, she discovers her light magic is far more powerful than she ever imagined, tied to an ancient prophecy about a savior who can wield the lost elemental powers. Yet, with every step forward, betrayal lurks in the shadows, and the question of trust becomes a matter of life and death. Kael’s dark past comes to light, fracturing the fragile alliance between him, Lyra, and Elias. Their relationships are further complicated by an unexpected love triangle, testing their loyalties and emotions as they face mounting dangers. Lyra’s journey is fraught with peril—deadly battles, ancient riddles, and a traitor among her closest allies. The first part crescendos in a heart-stopping climax where Lyra must embrace her nascent elemental magic to save her friends and herself. But the cost of victory is high, leaving her with more questions than answers. With her newfound power comes the weight of the world’s survival, and Lyra stands on the precipice of a destiny she never wanted, unsure of who she can trust. Part 1 ends with the shadows looming larger than ever, setting the stage for a journey filled with even greater danger, deeper betrayals, and the tantalizing hope of uncovering the truth about her magic—and herself.

Erghon was a middle-earth RPG phone game, and players were being spent most of their lives playing it. Its players woke up one day and found themselves in another World fighting against terrifying monsters and slaughtering each other in order to survive. Because there was only one truth in this fake artificial world. If they died there, they would die in real life too... Cloak was a lonely player in this horrible world where survival was almost impossible. He was so alone that he had to fight against the System that sacrificed everything to destroy him, and against the players who had no choice but to kill him to survive...

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.

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

She knows nothing of her past. Her memories are a void, and her future looms as uncertain as the thick harmattan fog that cloaks the horizon. But one thing is clear: to reclaim her rightful place, she must wield vengeance as her weapon, strength as her armor, and power as her destiny. Her journey is a treacherous one, fraught with secrets, blood, and betrayal. Determined to seize the title that was stolen from her, Ann's heart hardens, her resolve unshakable — until she crosses paths with a man whose gaze is as cold and unyielding as the shadows they both seek to outrun. "What if you are unable to pay?" he asks, a trace of amusement in his voice. Ann’s response is unwavering, her eyes steely. "Then I would pay back with my body and soul." Bound by a dangerous pact, their lives intertwine in a dance of desire and deception. As the layers of Ann’s forgotten past unravel, she discovers that what was once buried refuses to stay hidden. Old enemies resurface, and new betrayals strike from the shadows, threatening to shatter the fragile ground she stands on. With each revelation, Ann is forced to confront the darkness within herself. She faces a harrowing choice: succumb to the fear that has long haunted her or embrace the predator she was born to be. When pushed to the edge, Ann’s claim is undeniable: "No one touches what's mine," she declares, her voice laced with fierce possession and unyielding determination. In a world where power is the ultimate prize, Ann refuses to be a victim. This time, she won’t run. This time, she’ll fight. Slm...

Her soul is his to claim, her heart is hers to protect. Marcella Valemont is the alluring but resentful, selfish and ambitious daughter of the head priest. Forced into a cold marriage with the blackbellied Duke Berith, she longed for power and would stop at nothing to claim the crown—even if it meant seducing the incorruptible Crown Prince Lucian and tearing down the empire’s most virtuous house. She ruthlessly parleys her charm and cunning into becoming the Queen. But, power came with a price. Her ruthless schemes led to betrayal, rebellion, and ruin- an empire on its knees, a virtuous king destroyed, and a rebellion led by the man she discarded. Desperate and full of regret, she barters her life with the Duke to save Lucian. In an interesting turn of events, she gets to go back in time to fix her wrongs, save the man who was ruined because of her and hopefully stop the bloodthirsty rebel Duke Berith. She finds herself reborn as her 18-year-old self with a chance for a do-over. She vows to do better this time, to steer clear of the bastions of power and the malevolent Berith. Secrets long buried begin to surface, and Marcella discovers that her former husband is far more than he seems—a man cloaked in darkness, harboring a purpose that threatens everything she holds dear. They say second chances come with thorns and to fix the past, Marcela must trust the devil who destroyed it.