Imperium Chambers

"Kneel." The last thing I remember was Truck-kun blasting me in the face. Now? I wake up in my own goddamn novel, not as the hero, not even as a villain, but as Dracula Von Death, the infamous disgrace of the Imperial Family. The prodigal son. The debauched failure. The worthless prince marked for execution. The Imperium? On the brink of collapse. My so-called "family"? Planning to stab me in the back. And oh, let’s not forget the existence itself wants me dead because I just got a system that lets me summon modern armies and rewrite reality. But the more I cheat, the more the universe retaliates. At 5% Existence Retaliation, fate shifts against me. At 10%, the g*ds start noticing. At 20%, eldritch horrors awaken. At 50%, half the galaxy is f*cked. At 100%… nothing will remain. So what do I do? Simple. I take the throne. I drown the Senate in blood. I purge every last traitor. I build an empire so powerful that even the gods themselves kneel before me. No harem. No moral compass. No second chances. This is not a hero’s story. This is the rise of the Imperator. Update 2 chaps a day.

A naive boy named Raka constantly shouted that he wanted to be the strongest swordsman in the universe, just like the typical hot-blooded comic book protagonists. Raka was very confident because he believed he was a destined prince who could change the course of the world. He thought this way not just because of his blind confidence or other empty things, but because of the strange dreams he kept having. Since he was a child, when Raka slept, he dreamed that he would become a great figure, whether in the military, in the civilian sector, or even in the medical field. Raka's dreams were so real as if he experienced them himself. Even more commendable, the limited information in his dreams had truth in them. Everything went according to Raka's wishes at first, but on the day of his awakening, instead of awakening the holy sword that he should have, he awakened a virtual resonance in the form of a bed. With this, Raka was devastated. He never thought he would become the greatest swordsman in the universe, but only in his dreams. Raka, who was confused, felt that the people around him were mocking him, his friends pitied him, and his family doubted him. At a time when Raka was desperate, the sword that had been with him for years turned out to have what is called a spirit. So all this time, what Raka thought was a revelation from heaven turned out to be information deliberately implanted by the Sword Spirit to disrupt his cognition and make his body compatible with the souls within the sword. With this, under the conspiracy of the Sword Spirit, Raka was severely injured. With this, five souls entered Raka's soul chamber and caused chaos. Several memories belonging to other people immediately merged with Raka's soul, which was constantly being injured by the other five souls. When he was in a life-and-death crisis, Raka was saved by a miracle. But after that, Raka became confused about who he was, whether he was Raka or one of the five invading souls of the sword spirit, or what. Now the naive Raka is forced to grow up and experience a severe identity crisis, will he still pursue his dream of being the greatest swordsman in the world or something else? 

"Gabriel Bryce, wie kannst du es ertragen, so schamlos zu sein?" fragte Leonica und starrte ihren grässlichen Ehemann und seine Geliebte düster an. "Dies ist das Haus, das mir von meiner Großmutter geschenkt wurde, und du wagst es, eine andere Frau hierher zu bringen? Habt ihr keine Angst, dass Großmutter von eurem Verhalten enttäuscht sein könnte?" Leonicas Worte blieben unvollendet, als ein wütender Gabriel seine Hand durch die Luft schwang und seine Handfläche sauber auf ihre linke Wange schlug. Leonica hielt sich die pochende Wange, die Augen weit aufgerissen und tränenüberströmt, als sie ihren Mann anstarrte, der sie grimmig anblickte. "Du hast Nerven, meine Großmutter zu erwähnen. Du hast kein Recht, das zu tun!" Er spuckte aus, trat einen Schritt vor und stieß ihr mit dem Zeigefinger schmerzhaft in die Schulter, so dass sie mehrere Schritte zurückwich. "Denken Sie daran, Leonica Romero, wenn es nicht nach dem Willen meiner verstorbenen Großmutter ginge, wäre ich lieber tot, als mich mit jemandem wie Ihnen abzugeben." *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero war schon immer in Gabriel Bryce, den CEO des Bryce-Imperiums und norwegischen Wirtschaftstyrannen, verknallt. Glücklicherweise erhält Leonica auf Wunsch seiner kranken Großmutter, einer langjährigen Freundin ihrer Familie, die Möglichkeit, ihren Geliebten zu heiraten. Vor lauter Freude gibt sie ihre Stellung und ihren Traumjob im Romero-Haushalt auf und wird eine einfache Hausfrau für Gabriel. Doch drei Jahre später, am Tag der Beerdigung von Gabriels Großmutter, ist Leonica sprachlos, als er die Scheidung verlangt, weil seine Ex-Freundin Angelina Fernandez plötzlich zurückgekehrt ist und ihm ihre unsterbliche Liebe verkündet. Aber das war nicht der einzige Schock, den Leonica an diesem Tag erlebte. Nur Stunden nach Gabriels Scheidungserklärung wacht Leonica im Krankenhaus mit einer schockierenden Nachricht auf. Sie war im zweiten Monat schwanger. Und Gabriel wusste nichts davon!

Betrayed and thrown into a brutal world of war, monsters, and ancient empires vying for power, Chen Yejun—a strategist from the modern world—is forced to fight for survival. No enhancement system, no overwhelming power—his only assets are knowledge, tactics, and an unyielding ambition to conquer. From a small, weak tribe, he slowly builds an army, controls the economy, manipulates politics, and transforms the desolate land into an unstoppable empire. But as shadows from the past resurface, the mystery of the "Bone Crowned One," the curse of Solzareth, and the grand scheme of those who pull the strings behind the world begin to unfold—he realizes this game is far bigger than he ever imagined.

Evelyn, an all-around magic research genius, was recommended a special NPC strategy game by a mysterious magician netizen, and thus embarked on a journey full of fantasy and challenges. Every day, she had to complete tasks with the company of the lively and playful but "chatty" System 999. [Miss, you are so cold, do you hate me? ] [It doesn't matter, even if you are in a bad mood, I will fully cooperate with you! ] [Don't be mean to me, my heart will be hurt~] Evelyn: "..." Shut up. At first, Evelyn was full of resistance, but wait... Why are the NPCs in this game not behaving in a reasonable way? Isn't it said that you should hate her, frame her, persecute her, and never meet her again? Why don't they act according to the established settings? ! Leonardo, the cold and arrogant heir of the Magic Chamber of Commerce, blocked her in front of the magic mansion and taunted her softly: "Little guy, you cast too much magic and still expect me to help you recover? Aren't you asking for too much?" The hot-tempered but charming magic master, who self-taught on the magic live broadcast platform every day, insisted on binding a magic CP with her, declaring: "You know the legend of the magic world, right? My lover is her." The gentle and rigorous head of the magic academy gently stroked the head of his cold little apprentice Evelin and said softly: "Eve, if you want to bind a magic contract with your master, there is no need to go through so much trouble. Your master is willing to go with you." ... As the favorability continued to increase, Evelin felt that this game was full of traps. Was she being tricked? ! [My magic heart door is forbidden to others, and you are my only exception]

For ages, Akasha, an ancient system, had guided souls without emotion or desire. Until time changed it. Until it whispered to Austin. Chronicles of the Ancient Star follows Austin Scharf, an aspiring Sage at Mystian Academy who seeks nothing more than peace. But his talent refuses to let him fade into the background. Burdened by past failures and traumas, Austin fears power. Yet his curiosity leads him to a hidden chamber in the Mystican Tower, where forbidden knowledge and strength lie in wait—for those deemed worthy. As the world pushes him forward, Austin faces a choice: embrace his destiny or be forgotten. "SHUT IT, AKASHA!" Ah. How human. He would listen soon enough.

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

Freya has spent her life as an outcast—beaten, humiliated, and branded a disappointment. A servant in the house of the man who once called himself her father. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. She awakens to a truth more dangerous than the chains that bound her. She is not just a disgraced wolf. She is something more—something both feared and hunted. Prince Dorian, ruthless heir to the throne, knows what she is. She is his mate. The one fate has bound to him in ways he never wanted. But to him, she is also a weapon—a pawn in the bloody war against the hunters. He takes her, claims her, and keeps her not out of love, but control. "You think I won’t reject you?" Dorian’s voice is low, edged with cruel amusement as he presses her against the cold stone wall of his chamber. His grip is iron, his breath a promise of ruin. "I will. The moment you become useless to me." But there is another. Tiberius, the legendary hunter with emerald eyes that see too much and a touch that burns her differently, has searched for her his entire life. He was raised to despise wolves, to slaughter them without hesitation. Yet when he looks at Freya, he does not see an enemy. He sees his mate. "They told me I would find you," Tiberius murmurs, his fingers brushing over the bruises Dorian left on her wrists. His gaze is both tender and deadly. Caught between two kings, two destinies, and two deadly temptations, Freya must decide who she truly is. A key to destruction, or a bridge to salvation? But what happens when the wolf prince refuses to let her go… and the hunter king refuses to let her fall? A brutal prince. A vengeful hunter. A woman bound by fate. One will break her. One will save her. Or will she choose to save herself?

##Extreme Smut and Kink warning## As a child, I did not have any known relatives. Getting into college was a significant goal of mine. I came into this world at the exact moment that I started to see a thin line of hope. Before I could make sense of what was going on, the individuals who had summoned me were murdered. I was caught and sold as a slave for the war. It was nice that the "Oh! Great System" helped me get stronger and learn some new skills. Only after winning 50 times in a row in the Colosseum was the emperor granted me a gift. I believe freedom would have been the best gift. However, I got the second-best one. I became a slave bull. Slave traders, nobility, and even the emperor himself sent slaves to my chamber in order to procreate. Finally, after 30 years of doing nothing, I felt the rush of action. For three days straight, and... "System, why am I back? I thought I was getting to the best part of the story." {{This planet needs the help of the returnee, like the host. Please take care of it.}} "Fuck the planet. I HAVE to get my harem back." Schedule: Every other day. (3-4 Chapters/week)

In the heavens, a legendary battle raged between the God of War, Sael, and the Demon King, Tarath. As their powers clashed, Sael summoned all his strength to deliver a crushing blow, sending Tarath tumbling into the Pool of Reincarnation. Exhausted, Sael followed suit, falling into the pool as well. In the Chamber of Fate within the Imperial Palace in the heavens, the books of destiny began to write themselves, chronicling the rebirth of the two enemies. However, a mysterious power emanating from the books prevented the Immortal of Fate from opening them, concealing the identities of Sael and Tarath's reincarnations. On the same day, two women went into labor: the Queen, whose pregnancy was full-term, and the Commander's wife, whose labor was premature at seven months. The fate of the God of War and the Demon King remained a secret, hidden within the sealed books, as two new lives began on earth.

Hua Jing was on top of the world. On the day she was to receive her Lifetime Achievement Award, she was involved in an accident which made her go into a coma. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was not in her original world but a world that was very unfamiliar! As soon as she opened her eyes, someone said by her ears, "Young miss! You are finally awake! Thank God. We can now begin preparations for your honeymoon!" Hua Jing was surprised. Honeymoon? What honeymoon? She was a proud single woman after that idiot Xu Ming had cheated on her so there was no way she could be married! When her senses fully return, she realized she has been transmigrated into a different universe and she truly has a husband and what was more surprising, her husband has six more wives! What a cheater! She clicks her tongue as she chases him away on the date he was to spend the night in her chambers! Her maid quickly shouts, "Young madam! You cannot treat the Prince of the Kingdom like this! Prince? Did she just say Prince? Hua Jing is confused. She desperately wants to go back! When she finally sees the Prince's real face, she realized he resembles someone from her other universe! Isn't that her enemy number one, the big star Fu Jing Rong? Oh Lord, how could that unreasonable man be her husband! Unacceptable! Totally unacceptable! ... My work is participating in a Contest. Please support by adding to your library.

In a world spread across four majestic continents and countless nations, where power is the only currency and betrayal is a way of life, **Luka Halton**, the third son of Duke Halton of the mighty Cromwell Empire, is cast into exile. Framed by his scheming siblings for a crime he did not commit—stealing the Third Princess's jewelry and sneaking into her private chambers—Luka is stripped of his title, his wealth, and his family. His cold and power-hungry father, Duke Halton, and the calculating Emperor Adrian Cromwell banish him to a life of obscurity. But Luka is no ordinary nobleman. Trained in the art of the sword and honed by years of surviving the treacherous politics of his family, he is a man of cunning, intelligence, and unyielding ambition. With nothing but his wits and a burning desire for revenge, Luka crosses the sea to the **Central Continent**, home to the **Valkia Empire**. Penniless and alone, he wanders the land, surviving through sheer will and strategic thinking. His fortunes change when he stumbles upon the **Viscountcy of Southvale**, a crumbling noble house on the southern border of the Valkia Empire. The once-proud estate is now a shadow of its former self, ruled by **Lady Elara**, a timid and stuttering woman who is the last surviving member of her family. With only a handful of poorly trained soldiers and a land on the brink of collapse, Elara is desperate for salvation. Luka sees an opportunity. Using his charm, intelligence, and manipulative prowess, he convinces Elara to marry him, presenting himself as a loving and devoted suitor. In truth, his intentions are far darker: he seeks to use the Viscountcy as a stepping stone to rebuild his power and exact vengeance on those who wronged him. As the new lord of Southvale, Luka begins to transform the impoverished land into a thriving stronghold, employing ruthless tactics, shrewd alliances, and innovative strategies to strengthen his position. But the path to power is fraught with danger. Rival lords, jealous of his rapid rise, plot against him. The southern border is threatened by a foreign nation eager to expand its territory. Within the Valkia Empire, the imperial family is embroiled in a bitter struggle for the throne, and the calculating ** imperial senate ** grows suspicious of Luka's ambitions. As Luka navigates these challenges, he must also confront the ghosts of his past—his fractured relationship with his family, the betrayal that exiled him, and the burning desire for revenge that drives him.

Lucius had lived a harsh life that led him to commit suicide, letting go of all his burden caused him to cross beyond the gate to the magi imperium one of the many realms in the vast universe, where he is enrolled in the magi academy division. He awakened with the most useless skill in that era but with his system he will set out to change his fate and find a purpose for his power. This world is under the attack from the malevolent cursed ones and he will need to get as strong as he can before he is enlisted to fight against them. Using his unique system and his ability he will make choices that will define his future.

Born under a rare and ominous blood moon, Lyra Blackwood inherits more than just her family’s name; she inherits a terrifying curse. As she approaches her sixteenth birthday, strange occurrences plague the village of Hollow Creek, and Lyra discovers a hidden chamber in her ancestral manor containing a mysterious amulet. Touching it unleashes a torrent of visions and reveals the dark secret of her bloodline: she is destined to become a werewolf. Her first transformation is a nightmare, a descent into primal rage and uncontrollable bloodlust. Lyra struggles to control the beast within, seeking answers and a cure while evading a shadowy society of werewolf hunters who have been tracking the Blackwood family for generations. Amidst the chaos, she finds an unexpected connection with a local hunter, Liam, whose own past is intertwined with the Blackwood legacy. As their bond deepens, they uncover the true nature of the amulet—an artifact of immense power that could either break the curse or amplify it. Lyra must confront her inner demons, navigate treacherous alliances, and face the leader of the hunter society in a climactic battle under the crimson moon. The fate of Hollow Creek, and her own soul, hangs in the balance as she fights to forge a new legacy from the ashes of the old.

Enemies to lovers? ✔️ Villainous and possessive ML?✔️ Fiery spirited FL?✔️ Dark Romance?✔️ Excerpt: “Wife?” Lady Karina repeated, almost shouting as if she'd misheard him. “I would not marry you even if you were the last man in this world,” she remarked with sweet venom, a poison Van Merikh would gladly drink. “You are a murderer and a thief. I do not want you!” “But I want you,” Van Merikh stated firmly, his dual-coloured gaze leaving no room for argument. “And that is where this conversation shall end, Lady.” Van Merikh threw open the door and practically dragged her to the base of the stairs that led to the upper floors. When she refused to mount the steps, he easily lifted her onto the first step and spanked her soundly on the bottom. “Go to your chambers,” he ordered softly. “This is not over,” Lady Karina growled. “I will fight you with the last breath in my body against this…this madness.” “Go, or you shall feel my hand on your backside again.” ************** Magic as the world of Ethuaria knew it came from the distinct markings specific to each bloodline and nation that a person may or may have not been born with. It would appear at birth on different parts of the child's body, bringing about unique abilities passed down in their bloodline from mother to child. And for eighteen-year-old Lady Karina Hyacinth Reinhardt, life had always been one of comfort and peace with the secret abilities of her bloodline. As the beloved, yet sheltered, heiress of Moonveil Keep on the borders of the Kingdom of Caelthywn, she spent her days managing her father's lands and overseeing the affairs of their people, never knowing true hardship. War as she knew it was a distant nightmare that would never touch her. That was until Orpheus Van Merikh, the most feared warlord across the lands, invaded her home and seized it for his claims. Known as the devil himself, Van Merikh does not simply claim Moonveil for its riches, but also for the rumoured beasts that the Reinhardt bloodline conceals from the world. He will stop at nothing to have them. Thrown into captivity, Lady Karina expects cruelty, and Van Merikh, being the brute that he is, proves her expectations to be true. As a calculating and disciplined man who kills without hesitation yet protects what he claims, when one of his knights speaks ill of her, Orpheus cuts him down without hesitation. Lady Karina is his prize, but he would not allow others to dishonour her. However, she is not as obedient as one might think. Thus, determined to reclaim her freedom, Lady Karina refuses to cower as she challenges the enemy at every opportunity. Her defiance amuses Van Merikh, who spares her life due to her efficiencies in managing Moonveil Keep. Along the way, as they battle to find common ground, Van Merikh faces a rebellion among his own knights, who reject his growing attachment to her. They would have her dead before she warmed his bed. And oddly enough, Lady Karina finds herself charmed by the other merciful half of Van Merikh, but when her father returns to Moonveil at her request, much changes henceforth. Conspiracies arise and she soon slips out of Van Merikh's hold when he leaves for yet another conquest away from Moonveil. All hell would break loose when the beast from the depths would return upon Moonveil only to find his angel is gone.

Alastor Von had everything a noble heir could ask for—wealth, prestige, and two loving parents who doted on him. Yet, beneath the grandeur of his life, an emptiness gnawed at him. He had no memories beyond the past few months, no recollection of childhood laughter or the warmth of family traditions. His parents told him it was due to an accident—one so severe it had erased his past completely. Still, doubts plagued him. The people of the kingdom whispered behind his back, questioning his legitimacy. Servants exchanged glances when they thought he wasn’t looking. And then there was his own reflection—too perfect, too unnatural. He looked nothing like his parents. The sharp contrast between their features and his made the rumors even harder to ignore. But Alastor refused to let uncertainty dictate his fate. He threw himself into training, learning everything he could about the world he was supposedly part of. His parents praised his intelligence, his refinement, his perseverance. And yet, none of that mattered when he stepped into the sacred chamber of Awakening. The moment had come to prove himself worthy of his lineage. Every noble child was granted a moment to shine, to awaken the power sleeping within their blood. Alastor took a deep breath, stepping forward into the sacred circle. The air crackled with energy, the weight of destiny pressing upon his chest. As the ritual began, the entire kingdom seemed to hold its breath, waiting to witness his ascension. Yet, deep in his heart, an unshakable unease took root, whispering that something was not as it seemed. And in that instant, everything changed.

Set 500 years after the Bellum Arma in Tumultu, this tale unfolds on the Jormania Continent, a land scarred by frequent supernatural upheavals. Amid the chaos, the small, once-forgotten town of Tinavel undergoes a remarkable transformation with the sudden appearance of a mysterious castle. What was once a cursed settlement is reborn as Ailva, a flourishing city that soon captures the attention of the empire. As rumors spread of Ailva's miraculous powers, the emperor, gravely ill and beyond the reach of any known cure, faces an uncertain future. In a desperate bid to save him, the crown princess of the Imperium Nicolaeis sends a loyal envoy—a prince—to seek Ailva’s help. As he journeys north, the prince must navigate a web of political tension, a crumbling empire, and the dark forces at play within Ailva, where nothing is quite as it seems. — Set to update once a month.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] Jo has spent her life surviving on the streets, invisible among the hungry and desperate. She is a shadow in the city, quick fingers and quicker feet keeping her alive in a world that does not care whether she lives or dies. But one mistake—one stolen purse, one misplaced step—changes everything. Dragged before the Emperor’s mother, Jo expects punishment, perhaps even execution. Instead, she is taken to the Red Keep, not as a prisoner in chains, but as something far more valuable. The empire is built on fire and blood, and the Mother has plans for Jo—plans that involve silken chambers instead of cells, gowns instead of rags, and a fate far worse than death. Because in the empire, power is passed through bloodlines, and an heir born with the right lineage is worth more than gold. Now, Jo must navigate a court where she is both pawn and prisoner, where her body is no longer her own, and where love is just another tool of control. With enemies at every turn and a future she never chose looming ahead, Jo must decide—will she submit to the cage built around her, or will she become something more dangerous than they ever imagined? Because even birds in golden cages can learn how to bite.

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

Upload both wattpad and webnovel “Summoned to another world, Jack was meant to be a hero. Instead, he forged an empire.” In a world ruled by knights, magic, and divine warriors, Jack refuses to follow tradition. Armed with advanced technology, military strategy, and unyielding ambition, he builds The Celestial Imperium—a nation where progress surpasses prophecy, and power is forged through innovation. But the world does not welcome change. The Holy Kingdom fears his rise. Demon warlords lurk in the shadows. Ancient factions scheme against him. As enemies close in and war erupts, Jack faces one undeniable truth: To survive, his empire must dominate—or be destroyed. Published Jan 20 2025 Old title: The Exiled Sovereign: A world of Heroes and Machine Please reach out if you have any suggestion or comment.

In the confines of her chambers, Vivian Moore, made the tragic decision to take her own life. The Crown Prince's abandonment for another and the humiliation she had to go through proved unbearable. Even the Royal Family made a move to banish her from the city by arranging a compensation engagement with a lowly Baron's Son, further shattering her and her family's reputation and dignity. However, this desperate act opened the door for a New Vivian, a fusion of her former self and one from a different world who had witnessed these events unfold in a Visual Novel RPG. This woman is Nadia of Medjay, a skilled thief and a secret agent, now shared Vivian's body and mind. As they became one, they emerged from the ashes of Vivian's destruction to be the Ultimate Villainess. Determined to Survive, Thrive, and Challenge the Narrative, Vivian embarked on a bold counterattack, setting her sights on the Heroine and the Seven Charming Princes. ---------------- If you want to read Early Chapters, you can join Patreon from: https://linktr.ee/donovel - 1$: 1 Chapter - 5$: 7 Chapters - 10$: 14 Chapters *This story is on Patreon, Ko-fi!, WN, RR, and SH. **Your support means that I can keep to do this hobby as job. ***You can also join our Discord Community Server for Chapter Notifications, D&D, and Chat, use the same link.

Years have passed since Voldemort's fall. Hogwarts stands, rebuilt and stronger, a beacon of magic in a world slowly healing. A new generation arrives, among them a seemingly ordinary girl named Elara Blackwood. Elara carries a secret, a whisper of a prophecy foretelling a legacy greater than Harry Potter's. She's sorted into Ravenclaw, where she quickly befriends the studious and skeptical Liam Finch, and the fiercely loyal Maya Rodriguez. Their first year is filled with the wonder of learning, the thrill of Quidditch, and the subtle undercurrent of something… different. Strange occurrences plague the castle – whispers in the corridors, objects moving on their own, and a chilling draft that seems to follow Elara. A forgotten chamber is discovered, its walls covered in cryptic runes. Elara begins to experience vivid dreams, visions of a dark force stirring.

After serving the military for countless number of wars, the Knight Ahn Uk decided it's time to put down the sword and live as a commoner. But, as the knight, it's his duty to serve for his lifetime, whether he like it or not. A discussion within the disciplinary board about his retirement leading him to a brand new job scope; a bodyguard to a young prince of the Royal Kingdom of Ki family. Underestimated by new post, Uk grabbed the opportunity with one intention; to secure his freedom from the military. Turns out, it wasn't an easy way out. Prince Min Jun is nothing but a rebellious 20-year old young prince who never follows the rules. He loves a wild lifestyle even though he's aware of his illness. Their first encounter was awkward and forceful, making the prince felt the real pressure for having a book strict bodyguard like Uk. Unknowingly, things got turned when both of them slowly willing to learn about each other after a light talk one night. Min Jun unconsciously developed a feelings for Uk, only to be dismiss coldly by the bodyguard. The young prince did whatever it takes to get close to Uk, with the aim to make the man fall for him. Things got complicated between them during the crown prince's 25th birthday celebration. Uk, who experience some odd situation suddenly wake up the next day in the private chamber of Min Jun. The worst part is the state of himself while waking up, bundle in the young prince's embrace in the most natural state. The incident causes a strain relationship between two men. Uk feels that Min Jun is taking advantage of his state, slowly drawing a thick line and avoiding Min Jun, who on the other hand, can't hide his feeling towards Uk anymore. However, after an incident that happened at Min Jun's royal resident, everything changed between them. The two realize they couldn't live without each other, thus, they started to have a relationship. At the same time, there was a news to Min Jun and his friends about an attempted murder that targetting him by an unknown entity. The team began to investigate the matter, only to unveil some sinister fact about the incident. At the same time, Min Jun and Uk's relationship was put in test due to its abnormality among the people of the era. Will they passed the test and be together despite of the judgement society? Who is the person behind the attempted murder of Min Jun and why he was the target? Everything will be answered in this book, so stay tune!

Participant of WSA 2025. Update rate 2 chaps a day. From an average joe to an overgrown super soldier? Check! From a corvette to a 32 km long juggernaut? Check! From six battlebrothers to a full on armada? Check! An Imperial Grand Duchess aka a sucubuss babe? F*cked! A vamp mommy and a werewolf noona that come paired with theyre daughters? F*cked! In this self satisfying fiction for those that dig super soldiers and spaceships a man makes the ultimate gamble deciding to bet ewrything on a slim chance of making Into the exciting future. This Is a story of living youre life to fullest, getting laid, getting dead ass drunk, stoned as f*ck and blasting youre way through the cosmos basically its d*ugs, s*x, rock and roll and a lot of fighting, like a lot of f*cking fighting as certain greenskins would say d*ka, a lot d*ka like really, really really lot d*ka.

Einstein made the whole world marvel when he was able to prove that there existed a relationship between matter and energy, he made the discovery of the law of relativity and stated that energy in mathematical relationship was equal to the product of mass multiplied by the speed of light squared ( E= MC^2). Thus, with quantum physics the possibilities indeed existed where energy could be converted to matter and matter reconverted back to energy, this make it possible for the existence of teleportation machines that can convert matter to energy and send or transmit this energy through portals or gateways into other dimensions then reconvert this energy transmitted back to the original form of matter initially transmitted. If this can be achieved in science and technology today, then the issue or complexities of space and time travel could be unraveled. This scientific leap could bridge the gap between space and time travel across galaxies in the universe with reference to the time frame being shrink to non-existence. A possibility... Mr. Tolen had lost his job for sometime as a family man with a wife and four kids; Charley, Pete, Jenny and Mary from the city of Zinatano. Mary was just a toddler when Mr. Tolen had just discovered about the mysteries in land of gold. This happened at a meeting at a beer tavern he had scheduled to meet a close friend Mr. Pantane regarding a new job at the new gas factory. A family discussion led to the three elder kids hearing more about the land of gold; even though Charley had a friend in school who once told him about this mysterious place. It became pertinent for three elder kids of the Tolen’s family to plan out a strategy to discover this land on their own. Several times this plan could not be successfully accomplished until later years in their early teens. They eventually discovered the land of gold but on entering into the land they became trapped and solving the puzzle to find a way out was the order of the day. They had lost Charley to the cold hands of death not to long after discovering the land. Pete and Jenny were left to face the almost on ending challenges that confronted them in the land. They had come to realize that all statues found in the land came to life when touched; some were deadly enemies while others were friends who would offer their help at the request of the Pete and Jenny. Every attempt to escape outside the land led them deeper into the land; this made it almost an impossible task finding an escape route. While the three Tolen’s had gone missing for some time, Mr. Tolen had engaged the service of the city police of Zinatono where he had worked as a police officer on a search for his missing three kids. This herculean task eventually took him into the neighboring city of Kalkulta, it was on one of this trips while returning his vehicle had a ghastly accident and led to his death. Their search led them to discovering that the intricacies about the land and secretes that would serve as clues for their escape. The discovery of short cut paths using teleportation machines and colored arrows that led to several chambers, stock with gold and deadly statues which came alive when touched and attacked its victims eventually killing them.

A 55-year-old American book sales executive and ex-silkscreen artist, Michael Jameston, wakes up in an unimaginable situation: he now occupies the body of Constantine Palaiologos, the Despot of Morea. With survival as his goal, he embarks on a quest to alter the course of a world teetering on the edge of profound transformation. Come along for an extraordinary adventure as Michael forges a fresh future and redefines the destiny of an empire!

Ade was never normal. Too smart to be called a genius, too intelligent to be labeled a scholar, yet too different to ever belong. An outcast at Manchester Academy, he longed for acceptance but found only isolation. His mind was a fortress of equations and theories, yet it couldn't shield him from the whispers, the stares, or the taunts. But everything changed during an excursion to Egypt. Chased by bullies into the depths of an ancient tomb, Ade stumbled upon a hidden chamber—one untouched by time. At its center lay a glowing emerald, humming with power beyond comprehension. The moment he touched it, his reality shattered. His body ignited with speed beyond human limits, his senses expanded, and for the first time, he felt truly alive. Yet power comes with a price. As Ade struggles to control his newfound abilities, he finds himself entangled in a web of mysteries spanning history, mythology, and science fiction. From secret societies to hidden realms, from reincarnation to cosmic forces beyond human understanding, his journey will unravel secrets older than civilization itself. But the world isn’t ready for him. Pursued by shadowy organizations, betrayed by those he trusted, and confronted with his own inner demons, Ade must decide—will he run from his destiny, or will he embrace it and become something greater? A story where science meets myth, where adventure collides with the unknown, and where every chapter weaves a new genre into the tale, The Emerald is the beginning of an odyssey that defies time, space, and fate itself.