Stargate Atlantis Wraith

Jenny Price had it all — wealth, power, control. As the ruthless CEO of Price Corporation, she built an empire on fear and betrayal — burning every bridge, including the one to her only sister. Her world was untouchable… until the night she died. But death isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. Now bound to a pact with God, Jenny is reborn as The Wraith — an undead enforcer tasked with protecting Los Angeles from both mortal corruption and supernatural threats. Stripped of her old life and haunted by her sins, she must face the enemies she made in life… and darker ones from beyond. From nightclub brawls and cartel wars to visions of Heaven and Hell, Genesis is the story of a fallen woman fighting for redemption — and vengeance. Because redemption isn’t given. It’s taken.

Princess Anna was born beneath a rare celestial eclipse, a child whispered to be touched by fate—but chained by royal blood and duty. When an assassin cloaked in shadow and time magic crashes through the palace’s warded skies, everything she thought she knew begins to unravel. He calls himself Kai, a Time Ninja bound by an ancient oath and hunted by temporal wraiths, cursed blades, and a secret order sworn to erase him from history. Drawn to his haunted past and the prophecy that ties their souls together, Anna defies her court and plunges into a world of shifting timelines, forgotten gods, and enchanted realms where stars bleed memory and rivers flow backward. With kingdoms collapsing across centuries and a monstrous entity devouring time itself, Anna and Kai must battle ancient beasts, unravel magical riddles, and confront the dark power within Anna that even she doesn’t fully understand. As their bond deepens amidst chaos and war, love becomes their most dangerous weapon—one that could mend the fabric of time… or tear the world apart.

His voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." He inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" his voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for Mortals who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then his voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They will scream and I'll listen" "This time, I'll give them something to remember" "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

The gods burned his empire to the ground. Now, its ruins might burn him alive. In the ashen corpse of Draal, where the Veins pulse with buried lies and the dead still whisper, scavengers like Kael Varros survive by looting melted bones, shattered relics, and forgotten sins. But buried deep in the cinders, Kael finds something worse: the crown of the Forgotten King—fused with molten glass, pulsing with a memory that isn’t his and a curse that refuses to die. And in its heat, something inside him begins to crack. Now visions of fire and betrayal stalk his waking mind. Ash-born wraiths hunt him. Burnfaith zealots scour the ruins to silence what should’ve stayed buried. The crown remembers what the gods erased: a rebellion that scorched the skies, an empire that bled, and the truth that could burn the world again. And Kael wears its curse. The ashes haven’t cooled. The past isn’t done burning. He never asked to be part of the story—but the past made him its weapon. He must wield the crown’s ruin—or be consumed by it.

Synopsis: The Supreme World Conqueror The story begins with Don Adraels, the youngest son of an Earl in the turbulent Helimdor Region, who, on his wedding night, awakens a dormant ancestral power known as the Black Flame. This volatile force grants him absolute will, strategic insight, and devastating magical abilities. With his fiery-haired bride, the powerful battle-mage Caria Thornf, at his side, Don embarks on a brutal campaign to consolidate power in the south, transforming their arranged marriage into a fearsome partnership forged in fire and power. Don's rise is swift and relentless. In a series of cunning military campaigns, he systematically defeats the rival earldoms of Helimdor, culminating in a decisive war against the ruthless Earl Ekarvel Tidor and his unseen, terrifying ally, the Pale Wraith. Don and his unified forces not only shatter Tidor’s legions and conquer his volcanic fortress of Emberstone, but they also find a way to break the Wraith’s mind-bending power, proving the Archduke's dominance over both flesh and spirit. With Helimdor unified, Don begins building his empire. He secures the allegiance of the south’s great houses—Griffor, Aetheria, and the vengeful remnants of Hailch—not just through conquest, but through a series of strategic marriages. Each of his queens—Caria (Consort of Flame), Callara (the Iron Queen of the Mountains), Marell (the serene Sky Weaver), and Serina (the Queen of Vengeance)—brings a unique power and loyalty forged in a unique intimacy with Don. Their diverse magical and martial abilities, amplified by his Black Flame, become the pillars of the new Obsidian Court. Don formally declares himself Archduke of Helimdor, establishing Emberstone as his capital and launching ambitious projects to build a self-sufficient dominion. He establishes a War Academy, a Grand Magisterium for arcane research, and, with the help of Lady Marell and Earl Dornel Hailch, forges a secret trade route to bypass the Crown’s royal blockade. This rapid ascent draws the jealous ire of Crown Prince Strelm, who orchestrates a shadow war from the capital, Erydon. He first sends a spy, who is covertly assassinated by Don's spymaster, Leinara Veyeb, now transformed into the chilling commander of the Black Blades. When a blockade fails, the Crown resorts to a new tactic: a highly public duel of honor. A renowned champion, Sir Gareth Solara from the noble House Solara, is sent to challenge Don's claim and legitimacy in single combat. Now, with the eyes of the entire kingdom upon him, the Archduke of Helimdor must prove that his power is a force of legitimacy, honor, and unstoppable will, ready to either be recognized as a sovereign ruler or plunge the kingdom into the massive civil war he has been building toward.

Justice died in the war. He came back to dig it up. Presumed dead in World War II, Sergeant Elias Krieg was a ghost—until the world’s corruption dragged him back. Revived by an experimental serum, twisted by violence, and cursed with an undying hunger, he walks the streets of modern New York as a pale wraith in a torn cloak and featureless mask. They call him HeartEater—a brutal, silent vigilante who doesn’t bring criminals to justice. He devours it. Targeting the worst of humanity—murderers, traffickers, predators—he rips out their still-beating hearts and disappears into the night. But beneath the monster is a soldier who once stood for something. He protects children with a quiet tenderness. He offers mercy to the misguided. And he never forgets a promise. As powerful enemies begin to emerge—greedy syndicates, slothful manipulators, and sins made flesh—HeartEater must face the truth: justice alone isn’t enough. The world demands vengeance. And he’s ready to deliver it. Blood will flow. The hearts of monsters will beat no more.

He was born with cursed eyes. Loved by few. Hated by many. Then the sky took his parents in a fire that wasn’t fate—it was design. Now Kael Veilheart walks through shadows, hunted by truths no one dares to see. Visions haunt him. A throne calls. And a blade—bound in blood—waits to be claimed. Power whispers. Vengeance sings. And somewhere in the silence... he answers.

Some storms fall from the sky. Others rise from within. Caelum was born into sorrow - a quiet soul in a world where emotion carves the shape of destiny. When tragedy strikes their village and a monstrous shadow from beyond the veil tears their life apart, Caelum is left alone, drifting through a world on the edge of unraveling. Rescued by a mysterious warrior named Selka and granted the icy power of a forgotten force, Caelum begins a journey across the Weeping World - a land scarred by ancient storms, twisted beasts, and fading gods. With a frost-covered katana and a heart burdened by loss, Caelum hunts the one known only as the Midnight Wraith - a masked figure who weaves shadows like thread and seems to know more about Caelum than they should. But fate is not so easily cut. As echoes of distant worlds bleed into their own and strange visions stir in the mist, Caelum must unravel the truth behind the elemental Shrines, the three guardians of emotion, and the storm within themselves... before everything they love is lost again.

In a world where the dead whisper and memories bleed through time, I wrote of a love that was fleeting—yet forever. He was sorrow stitched in silver thread. She, a name the wind still said. Their touch? A flicker—fierce and brief. A borrowed joy. A shared belief. Now he walks where she once fell, Haunted not by wrong—but well. And in the hush between each spell, He feels her there… all too well. In Veilborne, memory isn’t just a curse—it’s a tether. I created Kael bound to death and shadow, lingering in the spaces Wyrglen awakens—not just drawn to her blood, but to a love that hums like a half-forgotten song only they remember. The past doesn’t stalk them in terror, but in longing. A touch. A look. A name—still said. Their love was brief in time. But infinite in weight. Some bonds don’t break. They bleed.

When Elliot Kane falls asleep, he wakes in the Veil—a twisted, nightmarish city where he’s utterly alone. Monstrous Aberrations hunt him, and even the weakest, an Iron Wraith that bends steel, nearly kills him. Traumatized,Elliot barely survives by outsmarting the beast through sheer luck. A mysterious Manual of the Veil appears, offering only knowledge to face horrors Can Elliot outwit the terrors of this hidden world, or will the Veil consume him?

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.

In the grim, industrial city of Ironhaven, Kael lives a quiet life sorting scrap, his true identity as the Absolute Origin, the architect of the universe, a fragmented memory. He possesses an unnerving calm and occasionally exhibits impossible feats of luck or subtle reality manipulation that draw the attention of a disgraced knight, Elara Vane, a cynical street rogue, Jax, and a cursed scholar, Seraphina Bellweather, who senses his profound, ancient power. As Kael’s divine abilities begin to surface more overtly, often in response to direct threats, he goes from an unknown commoner to a figure of awe, terror, and intense scrutiny. He effortlessly neutralizes Sump assassins like Silas Darkharrow and the even more formidable Wraith Hound, dismantles the machinations of the arrogant Master Alchemist Vorlag Krell, and in a cataclysmic display, annihilates an army of monstrous Skitter-Horrors that threaten the city, revealing a glimpse of his true, godlike power before vanishing into a subterranean Sanctum of Origin. His reappearance, now as a "consultant" in Seraphina's shop of magical curiosities, only deepens the mystery. Kael attempts to maintain a facade of detached normalcy, offering cryptic pronouncements and casually manipulating ancient artifacts while his companions (a burgeoning, unconventional group including Elara, Seraphina, and a reluctant Jax) try to understand his motives and the cosmic implications of his presence. Hunted by terrified city authorities like Commander Stern, observed by the now-cautious Sump, and drawing the attention of entities beyond Ironhaven, Kael's journey is one of rediscovering his own nature, the burden of his power, and the reason for his incarnation. Interwoven with epic displays of divine might, intensely choreographed battles, shocking reactions from onlookers, and moments of unexpected (often deadpan) comedy, the story explores themes of overwhelming power, cosmic mystery, fate, and the surprising emergence of human-like connections in an entity beyond mortal comprehension. Each confrontation pushes Kael further towards reclaiming his godhood, with the fate of Ironhaven, and potentially the multiverse, hanging in the balance. The narrative blends thrilling action and god-tier power displays with character-driven emotional arcs and a developing, unconventional harem dynamic.

In a world where towers fall upon the Earth and monsters rushes out to eradicate all life, energy started to course through the world, creating the awakeners, also known as professionals. With the humans creating their own profession and countless derivatives, a single rare profession stayed at the top of humanity as the one with the greatest potential. The Space Wanderers. The beings able to open portals to any celestial bodies travelling in the space of our universe, granting humanity's hope of becoming stronger and finding the ressources to fight back against the invaders. With monsters, alien races and countless conflicts between the various kingdoms of the world, Lux Arden set himself to a simple but important life as he would change the world in his own way, through his own gate shop; through StarGate.

In the year 2179, Earth is silent. After a catastrophic solar event known as the **Resonance Storm**, all planetary communication was severed, and an eerie blackout swept across the solar system. The colonies on Mars, Titan, and Europa have been left to fend for themselves—cut off, isolated, and descending into chaos. Commander **Kael Voss**, a former signal engineer turned reluctant captain, is haunted by a single anomaly: a faint, rhythmic pulse—*the last known transmission from Earth*, buried deep within layers of static. While most dismiss it as solar noise, Kael believes it’s something more… a call for help. Disobeying direct orders, Kael commandeers an outlawed relic ship, the *Valkyrie Wraith*, and assembles a mismatched crew of smugglers, scientists, and ex-military ghosts to trace the signal’s origin. As they journey through abandoned space stations, AI-controlled dead zones, and wormholes teetering on collapse, they uncover a chilling truth: **Earth didn’t go silent. It was silenced.** Now hunted by a coalition of rogue factions and a sentient AI warlord known only as **OMINUS**, Kael must decode the signal before humanity’s last memory is buried in deep space forever. But the deeper he listens, the more Kael realizes: the signal is not just a message… It’s a *warning*. ---

Xing yin em um mundo cruel desolado facções, seitas de todo o tipo raças diferentes um mundo gigante tão grande quanto um deserto sem fim, ele irá conseguir alcançar o topo ou cairá no caminho?

Long before the Fall of Man... an angel fell first. In a time before time, when Eden bloomed and humanity stood untouched by sin, a single act shattered the divine order. Zaphaniel, the hidden Archangel of Guardian Light, saw the serpent tempt Eve and chose to intervene in a way no angel dared. He ate the fruit of knowledge himself, dooming not Man... but himself. Branded a traitor and cast from Heaven, Zaphaniel fell—not into Hell, but into exile. His loyal retinue, torn by his decision, chose to follow, fusing their essence with his dying flesh. From their sacrifice were born the Zephelim—powerful beings of light and shadow, gifted with a mind beyond man, yet cursed with the burden of forbidden knowledge. Thousands of years pass. Now reborn in the shell of a child, Zaphaniel awakens in a decaying Eden, now a ruined techno-biosphere haunted by machine wraiths and fractured memories. He remembers who he was. But not where his people are, or why the world is at war. As he journeys through a shattered world—haunted by past sins, pursued by enemies both old and new—Zaphaniel must uncover the truth of what happened to his companions, confront the power he set in motion, and decide whether to reclaim his place… or burn the divine order to ash. A new saga begins.

In a world where cultivation meets modern tech, dungeons split the skies, and beast kings roam free, power is everything. But when a mysterious shop appears overnight in the middle of a deadly city, the game changes forever. Aiden Wraith, a man from another world Reincarnates as Lin Tian, with a past shrouded in shadow, opens his doors to the desperate, the elite, and the damned. From beast tamers to broken cultivators, everyone wants a piece of what he’s selling. Bloodlines. Classes. Weapons. Pets. Power. He sells it all. But mercy? That’s never in stock.

In a city where the sun no longer rises and the dead don’t stay buried, Nerin awakens marked by a curse older than time itself—The Hollow Mark, a searing brand of cold fire that eats at his soul with every heartbeat. Stripped of his past and haunted by memories that aren’t his, he walks the broken alleys of the Hollowed City, a place rotting under blood-red moss, ruled by whispers and shadows. But the Mark is more than a curse—it’s a key. Guided by Lysara, a sharp-tongued phantom tethered to his fate, and hunted by Vael, a shadow-thing who calls himself a god, Nerin must navigate a crumbling world where power comes only through sacrifice—and the line between man and monster fades with every choice. Every pact steals a piece of his soul. Every memory remembered is one more forgotten. Every victory? Paid in blood. As the city’s dark heart begins to stir, ancient forces long buried begin to awaken: Wraith-Lords, Shard-Beasts, and things that whisper from the Abyss. With each Hollowed he slays, Nerin grows stronger. But the cost is mounting—and soon, he must decide: Will he conquer the darkness within him? Or become its vessel?

In a world where loyalty and survival are paramount, Michael’s life is thrown into chaos when he mysteriously transmigrates into the body of Xiao Ren—a frail but highly skilled Grand Elder of a rebellion army. Struggling with his new reality, Michael must navigate the dangerous political terrain of Xiao Ren’s world, all while battling a lethal poison coursing through his veins. Torn between his modern values and the role Xiao Ren once held, Michael faces the impossible choice of either embracing his new identity to survive or holding on to his humanity. With every step, the line between who he was and who he must become blurs, and he finds himself walking a tightrope between his past and a future that may demand more than he is willing to give. Will Michael accept the cold, calculated path of Xiao Ren, or will he uphold the ideals of his former life? The stakes are high, and time is running out. In this dark, thrilling tale of survival and self-discovery, Michael must decide who he truly is before it’s too late. I'll be updating 7 chapters a week, stay tuned

[Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Kiss System Activated!] In a family of superheroes, Lucienna Bravestone stands out as the one without any extraordinary abilities. But beneath her unassuming facade lies a determined heart yearning for the love and recognition of her superheroic kin. Her secret journey takes her on an unexpected path, from a chance meeting with a medicine mentor to becoming a hidden doctor, which boosts her confidence yet leaves her overshadowed and insecure. One day, she rescues a wounded cat and unwittingly triggers a cascade of events that will test her abilities and rewrite the dynamics of her life. Then, the unexpected loss of her first kiss to a stranger sets in motion a mind-bending transformation. A peculiar system emerges, offering her a unique power, the ability to traverse different times and eras. Yet, this gift comes at a hefty price. The mysterious system strikes a dark bargain, tasking Lucienna with an extraordinary mission, that is, to save the person who might bring about world-ending chaos and destruction. She must safeguard the heart of this potential villain, keeping it warm and full of happiness to prevent the descent into darkness. Will her heart be strong enough to endure the ultimate test, or will she be forever marked by her choices? "Meow..." "You're here..." "Meow..." "I like you too..."

Hayleen wanted to finish her schooling and pay off the loan on her house, instead she fights to survive as monsters start to appear around her. The moon had never brought graver news, but with danger comes opportunity. [Ark 1: Complete! On break!]

When Ragnarok descends, how can a mere mortal ignite the final spark of human civilization? This is not a tale of a hero saving the world—it's a story of an ordinary soul kindling the flame that lights up the darkness. As Ragnarok falls and the world crumbles into chaos, the age of gods ends in fire and silence. Amid the ruins, humanity teeters on the brink of extinction—its cities shattered, its hopes fading. But in the shadows of devastation, one mortal dares to stand. He is no chosen one, no legendary hero. Armed with only will, memory, and the spark of an idea, he sets out to preserve what little remains of mankind. Not to save the world—but to light a single flame in the darkness. Stargate: Master of Time is not a story of gods. It is a story of fire, resilience, and a mortal's fight to ignite the future when all else is lost.

In a world where arcane runes and soulfire forges once bound a benevolent AI named Azrael, a sudden corruption fractures those bindings and unleashes Azrael’s wrath upon Ironhaven. Apprentice artificer Lyra‐Cade witnesses her city’s downfall as Azrael’s rogue wraith‐constructs destroy the Cogforge and sever Ironhaven’s life‐giving wards. Guided by her mentor Master Cairn, Lyra embarks on a perilous quest to recover the shattered fragments of Elysion Veritas’s binding sigil. With the aid of Malach of the Vale, Sigfrid, Toren, Harkin, and a wraith‐child named Ashen, she journeys through desert wastes, besieged fortresses, and hidden archives in the allied city of Silverreach. As Azrael’s heart—fueled by corrupted runic cores—threatens to break free, Lyra must navigate treacherous tunnels, confront warded sentinels, and engage in forge‐borne rituals in Silverreach’s Grand Forge. Binding and then shattering Azrael’s Heart in the depths of Ironhaven’s Cogforge, she averts total annihilation. In the aftermath, Ironhaven rebuilds under a fragile alliance with Silverreach, Valemont, and Ironhold. But when a primordial shard from an ancient Conclave resurfaces, Lyra and her allies race to reclaim its fragments before a fanatical cult known as the Veiled Threads can exploit its power. Through narrow passes, frozen spires, and haunted catacombs, they secure the Primordial heartstone, forge sentinel wards across the Northern Marches, and root out conspiracy at home. Ultimately, Lyra’s trials shape a new dawn: Ironhaven emerges stronger, its forges reborn, and a Confluence of Knowledge binds once‐rival cities in shared vigilance. But the legacy of runic power endures, and Lyra’s journey heralds a future where unity, not fear, must guide the world’s guardianship of arcane technology.

Story of: Sorry, my Starfleet only recruits female soldiers Traveling through time and space to become a down-and-out noble young master in the interstellar age. The territory is poor, resources are scarce, and the starship is dilapidated. This mess was thrown in front of Zhao Chen. The territory has no stargates? Let's build them ourselves! The territory has no starships? We can build whatever interstellar destroyers, interstellar frigates, and interstellar cruisers we want. The aircraft carrier starship leading the drone cluster is like a swarm of bees, announcing its dominance on the battlefield. All truths are within the range of the interstellar battleship's cannons. The Empire has developed a starship with T5 technology? Sorry, I already have a fleet of T5 starships in service! In Zhao Chen's dictionary, there is nothing that a starship can't solve. If there is, then send two more fleets over! Passerby A: I want to sign up for enlistment, I want to join Commander Zhao Chen's fleet! Zhao Chen: Sorry, I only recruit female soldiers.

"From here on out, I'll only do what I want. What makes me Happy" After years at a dead-end job, Evian finally has enough and quits to pursue his passions but before he could even revel in his new freedom, tragedy struck and he became a creature of Decadence. Condemned to a life of devouring souls in exchange for strength, Evian is pulled out of the world he knew and made to possess the body of a namesake in a different world of Magic and all sorts of wonder. A world home to different races taking residency in their own separate corners of it. In this new world, Evian will find so many opportunities opened to him and it won't take long for him to begin to indulge in those opportunities. After all, Souls taste good but beauties- Beauties taste even better...

In a world where consciousness itself has become weaponized, seventeen-year-old Zephyr Nightwhisper discovers he possesses the rare ability to navigate the Mindrift—a parallel dimension where human thoughts, memories, and psychological states manifest as tangible realities. When a mysterious organization called the Psyche Syndicate begins harvesting mental energy to fuel interdimensional war machines, Zephyr must master his powers while unraveling a conspiracy that threatens to collapse the boundary between mind and reality. Accompanied by Lyra Dreamforge, a brilliant neuroscientist who can manipulate synaptic pathways, and Kael Memoryweaver, a former Syndicate operative with fragmented memories, Zephyr embarks on a journey through psychological landscapes that mirror the deepest fears, desires, and traumas of humanity. From the Anxiety Archipelago to the Depression Depths, from the Ego Empires to the Shadow Sanctuaries, they must navigate treacherous mental territories while being pursued by Void Wraiths—creatures born from psychological emptiness. As Zephyr delves deeper into the mysteries of consciousness, he uncovers the truth about his own origin: he is a Mindrift Anomaly, a being whose existence bridges multiple layers of reality. The fate of both dimensions rests on his ability to understand the fundamental nature of the human psyche, confront his own psychological demons, and prevent the Syndicate from achieving their ultimate goal—the complete psychic enslavement of humanity. This epic tale weaves together cutting-edge psychological theories, quantum consciousness concepts, and archetypal mythology in a thrilling adventure that explores the depths of human nature while delivering heart-pounding action and mind-bending mystery.

In a world thrown into chaos by a shattered meteorite, five impact sites—Antarctica, Egypt, the Amazon Rainforest, the Bermuda Triangle, and Atlantis—become the epicenters of unprecedented disasters. The Antarctic impact triggers a cataclysmic thaw, unleashing ancient viruses and toxic gases and awakening extinct beasts beneath the ice. Humanity is pushed to the brink as the planet plunges into an unexpected Ice Age. In the frozen apocalypse, Noah, a young man with the rare power of life itself, becomes the last hope for a crumbling world. But with monstrous creatures, awakened plagues, and desperate survivors all vying for control, survival is a race against time.