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Chronicles Of The Heavenly Demon Manhwa

The Heavenly Demon of Terror

When I opened my eyes, I found myself trapped in the very novel I despise most, and to make matters worse, I became Samuel Gebb, the tragic main character. Samuel's wife constantly brings other men into their home, and he’s forced to endure her mowns with other mens. But here's the twist: I’m not Samuel. I’m the Heavenly Demon, a being feared by the world for my martial prowess. In my first life, I was just an ordinary student who read this novel and became deeply depressed for months. In my second life, I took on the role of the Heavenly Demon and conquered the world. Now, if Abigail, the female lead, thinks she can control me like she did with Samuel, she’s gravely mistaken. I’m going to ensure she pays for what she did to Samuel. In the novel, Abigail claims she never slept with any men, but I don’t believe her, even if she’s telling the truth. I’ll make her regret the three years she tormented Samuel. Original Novel: The Marriage she turned into War. Author POV: this was utterly disgusting Novel and I'm seriously thinking why Webfic wrote it and what is the reason for Author to make Main character Suffer So much, So this will be more like a Fantasy Friction of Original and I'm gonna make sure this Novel will be Masterpiece Please don't get me wrong but after Reading the Original Novel I'm having Trust Issues with Love and Marriage but will see if I want to make Main character to Ship with someone or to Give him Harem.
The_Mystry · 29.3K Views

Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
Realistic_Fantasy · 7.4K Views

The Heavenly Empress' Assassin

A man rejected by the will of the world he grew up in for all of his life, and a genius with infinite potential who fell as a result of making a risky bet. Under the machinations of the deceased Heavenly Emperor, Huang Xian, two unfortunate souls from entirely different worlds got saved and fused together into a new whole, adopting the identity of the latter–Theodore Winter, the heir to one of the Supreme Pillars of the Heavenly Court. As an eon-spanning competition to decide the next generation of Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress began, it brought with it a game of wits, power and plots that would shake the Heavenly Court to its core. Reincarnators, Transmigrators and Regressors were barely qualified to chase after the unprecedented monsters that had been brought into being for the express purpose of rising above the rest. Battles between peers were like peeling an onion–nobody ever knew just how many cultivation realms and Talents the other had hidden away to catch his opponents off guard. With a saint-like image and the heart of a devil, Theodore Winter entered the fray. Unbeknownst to all, other than returning triumphantly, he was entrusted with another task: To kill Huang Xian’s murderer–his wife, the Heavenly Empress! ------------------------- Read advance chapters (by paying for my meals) on Patreon: • https://www.patreon.com/sh1ro My novel series "Reincarnation Cycle's Unfortunate Bug" on Amazon: • https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYHGRR8M/ Discord Server (currently under construction): • https://discord.gg/NdAjjmXSDh ------------------------- Hi there, this is Shiro / the author. Just one little cautionary warning here: Due to being set in an entirely alternate world from ours, while some terms and concepts might seem familiar at first glance, many in actuality are not. In canon, the World's Will of a world exactly like our own 'got inspired' by memories that it secretly glimpsed from the Heavenly Emperor, thereby creating extremely loosely related concepts in its own universe. So never expect anything to work in the same way as something that you are already familiar with, because chances are very high that it won't be the same at all. (Yes, I just blatantly flipped the script.) I hope you'll enjoy The Heavenly Empress' Assassin! ------------------------- Current Release Schedule: • 5 chapters per week • 1 chapter every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday (at ~11 p.m. GMT+1) (More chapters can appear as bonus chapters, so this is the absolute minimum.) • Vote with Power Stones to read more chapters in the week after the results are in! -> Top 100: +1 chapter -> Top 50: +2 chapters -> Top 10: +3 chapters -> Top 5: +4 chapters -> 1st Place: +5 chapters - Chapter length: ~2k words on average
Shiro_the_Hero · 24.1K Views

Chronicles Of The Twin Guardians.

In the realm of Tenkai, where the fabric of fate was woven by the ancient gods, two souls were destined to collide in a dance of destiny. The threads of their lives had been intertwined since the dawn of time, and now, the moment of their convergence was at hand. Ling, the brooding warrior, forged in the fires of adversity, stood atop a windswept mountain, gazing out upon the vast expanse of the world. His heart was as cold as the steel he wielded, and his eyes burned with a fire that could not be tamed. The flames of his passion fueled his unyielding pursuit of justice, driving him to seek out the forces of darkness that had ravaged the land. Ming, the enigmatic sorcerer, shrouded in mystery, stood at the edge of a dense forest, his eyes fixed upon the whispering leaves. His soul was as deep as the oceans, and his eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intelligence. The spark of his magic ignited the very fabric of reality, and the ancient trees themselves seemed to lean in, as if to listen to his whispers. Their paths converged in the town of Akakawa, where the whispers of the ancients spoke of a prophecy, a contract forged in the depths of time. The Soul Contract Sword, a blade of unimaginable power, awaited the one who could unlock its secrets. The sword was said to be able to vanquish any darkness, and its power was coveted by all who sought to wield it. As Ling and Ming walked through the bustling streets of Akakawa, their eyes met, and the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. They felt an inexplicable pull, as if the very fabric of fate was drawing them together. Without a word, they knew that their lives were forever intertwined. And so, they embarked on their perilous journey, navigating treacherous landscapes, avoiding deadly assassins, and unraveling the mysteries of their ancient bond. The fate of Tenkai hung in the balance, as the forces of darkness sought to claim the Soul Contract Sword for their own. From the snow-capped mountains of the north to the scorching deserts of the south, Ling and Ming were tested, their resolve forged in the fires of adversity. They battled fearsome foes, solved ancient puzzles, and uncovered hidden secrets. With each step, their bond grew stronger, their trust in each other deepening. But the journey was not without its challenges. The forces of darkness were relentless, and the duo faced numerous trials that threatened to tear them asunder. There were times when Ling's unwavering dedication to justice clashed with Ming's more nuanced understanding of the world. There were moments when Ming's mysterious nature sparked Ling's suspicions, and the warrior's anger flared. Yet, through it all, they persevered, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They learned to rely on each other, to trust in their unique skills and strengths. And as they journeyed deeper into the heart of Tenkai, they began to realize that their connection went far beyond mere fate. The ancient gods themselves had ordained this union, a bond of fate that transcended the boundaries of time and space. The fate of Tenkai was but a pawn in a far larger game, one that would determine the course of history. And so, Ling and Ming pressed on, driven by their unyielding determination to fulfill the terms of the Soul Contract Sword. The journey was long, the road fraught with peril, but they walked on, side by side, their bond growing stronger with each step. For in a world where fate was woven by the ancient gods, Ling and Ming knew that their love was the greatest power of all.
Kerrylinks1 · 8K Views

The Chronicles of Astrenveil

In a world where every living being wields a mysterious source of power called the Ring Core, Lucian Solryn, a young noble, embarks on a journey that transcends fate. Reborn from a modern world into the majestic realm of Astrenveil, Lucian quickly learns that the Ring Core is more than just an ethereal energy—it is the foundation of magic, strength, and survival. As he begins to uncover the secrets of his new existence, Lucian finds himself thrust into a society teeming with elemental magic, political intrigue, and ancient mysteries. The colors of the Ring Core define one’s strength, but a prophecy whispers of a power beyond even the rarest hues—a destiny that ties Lucian to an ancient dragon, a forgotten legacy, and a fate that could reshape the world. Journey through thriving cities, uncharted forests, and castles suspended between heaven and earth as Lucian trains to awaken his dormant powers. Along the way, he will face trials of courage, friendships forged in fire, and an unexpected romance that could alter his path forever. With each step, Lucian edges closer to the truth: the Ring Core is not just a source of power—it is a link to something far greater. But in a world where strength rules, will Lucian rise to the challenge, or will the weight of destiny crush him before he can fulfill his potential? The Chronicles of Astrenveil is a tale of reincarnation, magic, and the unyielding will to break free from limits and embrace a destiny beyond imagination.
Velatrix · 7.2K Views

Chronicles of Verek

The skies had not always been so dark. The winds had not always howled with such ferocity, nor had the land known the curse of endless war. Yet on the day Varek was born, the heavens tore open as though they sought to swallow the world in flames. A tempest unlike any seen in centuries ravaged the land—a fury of lightning, rain, and earth-shattering winds, heralding the arrival of something... something that the old gods themselves feared. In the time before his birth, the seers had whispered of it, their eyes clouded with dread. The Chosen One—the Stormborn—would come, they said, carrying a blade forged in fire, one that would either bring salvation or doom. It was written in the stars, and no power in the world could change that. The prophecy spoke of the one who would stand against the tide of darkness and the coming of the Raven King, but the price of this power would be great. And so it was that when Varek was born, the winds howled, and the earth trembled, for the mark of ruin had been sealed upon him. The world wept that night, for no child should ever bear such a burden. Yet Varek did not weep. He knew not the weight of the world at that moment. But in the days that followed, the cost of his existence would become clear. The wolves of the north took him in after his mother’s death—a woman who had given her life to bring him into the world. His father—once a powerful warlord—was slain by those who had sworn to protect him. And so Varek was left to the wilderness, where the wolves raised him. They did not care for prophecy, fate, or the gods. They cared only for survival. Varek grew up wild, untamed, bound to the land, the forests, and the creatures who roamed them. His white hair—a mark of his birthright—stood out against the shadows of the wilderness, the color of frost and storm. He learned to hunt, to fight, and to survive in the harshest of conditions. But all the while, something inside him grew, something ancient and restless. The blade of his destiny, forged in the stars, had already begun to take shape. And it would not be denied.
Edwards_Libebe · 3.2K Views
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