Taoist Robe

Seorang pria biasa, Ye Chen, secara tidak sengaja melakukan perjalanan ke dunia kultivasi dan menjadi seorang yang abadi yang fenomenal di era itu. Setelah 3.000 tahun di dunia kultivasi, dia dikhianati dan melakukan perjalanan kembali ke bumi melalui sebuah robekan ruang. Lima tahun telah berlalu di dunia fana, tetapi ketika dia kembali dengan kemampuannya, dia menemukan bahwa dia sekarang memiliki seorang putri!

She was supposed to be the good one. Freshly divorced and forced to move back into her younger sister’s house, Alexandra hides her pain behind polite smiles, elegant silk robes, and the perfect image of a woman holding herself together. But everything cracks the moment David walks through the door—her sister’s 18-year-old boyfriend. Tall. Handsome. So goddamn young. He’s kind. Innocent. Too trusting. And worst of all… he looks at her like she’s not invisible. As days pass, the temptation grows unbearable. Alexandra finds herself watching him, fantasizing, aching—caught between shame and hunger. Her thoughts grow darker. Her touches linger longer. She tells herself she’s just lonely… until that lie breaks too. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. And obsession? It never stays innocent. MOMMY’S DIRTY SECRET is a slow-burn erotic journey into the mind of a mature woman who craves the firm touch of a man after years of a cold, lifeless marriage. Alexandra’s desires simmer beneath the surface—repressed, aching, and far from innocent. For readers who like their smut raw, emotional, and taboo.

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

In a palace veiled by silk and secrets, loyalty is a mask—and love can be deadly. Born into a noble family, Lianfu’s life shattered the night her household was massacred for uncovering a royal conspiracy. Mistaken for a servant girl, she survived—scarred, silenced, and blindfolded by fate. But death did not claim her… vengeance chose her. Now known only as A’fu, she returns years later as a cold and deadly shadow, hiding her identity beneath flowing black robes and a silk cloth covering her eyes. Her blade is silent. Her resolve, unshakable. By her side is Prince Xiao Liwei—once a disregarded son of the Emperor, now a poised warrior cloaked in white. Elegant and sharp as a drawn fan, he walks a path riddled with betrayal and hidden enemies. But behind his gentle gaze lies a fierce protector… and a heart drawn to the mystery that is A’fu. Together, they will unravel the truth. Together, they will fight to survive. But in a court of lies and masked killers, how much will love cost?

She stripped herself before him, baring not just her body but whatever it was left of her dignity. "Isn't this what you wanted, like all the other Alphas?" She asked him, her voice trembling with pain and contempt. He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him. And after a few minutes, picked up her robe and wrapped it gently around her. Then he walked away. She wasn't just a woman and her body which he had just seen was a sin - the kind that made time pause and had men under it's hypnotic influence. And for the first time in his life, he had felt something stir within him. His body had betrayed him, rising with a hunger that terrified him. It wasn’t just lust. It was raw and ferocious. For her and only her… his desire finally woke up. --- They say the Bloodmoon brings out the worst in beasts. For him, it made him Alpha. For me, it made me hunted. When I was chosen as a tribute to the Bloodmoon Hunt, I expected to finally have a mate. After being rejected five times by my previous ones. But what I didn't expect... was it to be him. Alpha Denzel: brutal, cold and cursed by the moon itself. Everyone fears him. They say he's unlovable and untamable. Because of his tyranny. But I’m not everyone. And I’ve got a beast of my own. That beast of an Alpha is mine to tame. Or destroy. Whichever comes first. *** Danika was never anyone’s first choice. A hybrid outcast born of scandal and silence, she grew up unwanted—unshifted, unclaimed, and invisible. Her father, Alpha of the Crimson Veil Pack, saw her as a stain on his honor. The other Alphas rejected her as though she were nothing more than a ghost. And the one man she let close… broke her heart for her perfect half-sister. Exiled. Humiliated. Sold into servitude as a political sacrifice. Yet it is in the cold heart of enemy territory that she finds something unexpected—not pity, but passion. Not cruelty, but connection. And not just any connection… a bond. He is the Alpha of a rival pack, powerful, proud, and already promised to another. She is the broken girl who should never have survived. But when their eyes meet, the world shifts. His wolf knows. Her buried power stirs. And destiny begins to write a different story—one of forbidden love, buried truths, and the rise of a mate no one saw coming. She was never supposed to matter. Now she’s the only one that does. The truth is bloodier than she ever imagined.

(Title change is in process) [WSA 2025 — PICCOMA] "I'll bite you. Right here," he pointed to his own arm, then his leg, then his neck, his smile widening. "I'll bite and bite and bite until I feel the blood run down my teeth. Until you scream just like him." He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Want to see how much you can bleed before you pass out?" - A 7 year old said ***** Watanabe Hiro and his friend, Owen were survivors of Zombie apocalypse and Black Dawn, a catastrophic event where the sun itself turned against humanity, scorching the earth and leaving only ashes in its wake. But death was not the end. Hiroshi woke up not in the burning wastelands of Earth, but in the grand hall of a noble estate, surrounded by stone pillars and robed figures. He found himself in the body of Axelius Dravenhart, the seven-year-old of the Noble Family of Dravenhart, renowned across the Kingdom of Archantia as the Greatest Beast Tamers for generations. Yet, his new life was far from a blessing. Axelius was labeled a disgrace from birth: No mana core, mana-less, unblessed, and shunned during the grand Awakening Ceremony—a moment where nobles discover their affinities, whether it be Elemental Magic, Weapon Mastery, Spiritual Arts, or Beast Taming. In a world dominated by powerful abilities and prestigious bloodlines, Axelius was nothing more than a powerless shadow, ignored by his own family and ridiculed by noble society. But Hiroshi was no ordinary soul. Armed with the memories of surviving Apocalypse and the instincts of a fighter, he soon discovered a dark hidden power. While the Dravenharts prided themselves on taming majestic beasts, Hiroshi, now Axelius, held the power to tame the untamable: Monsters. These terrifying creatures, feared from civilization for their uncontrollable nature, would bend to his will. The Dravenhart legacy of taming would not be denied to him not by blood, nor by fate. -------- BEASTS - Magestic,noble creatures, sacred companions of tamers. MONSTERS – Chaotic, often corrupted creatures. Dangerous, untamable by normal methods. Feared by society. Additional tags: Psycho MC, No harem, One FL, Slow burn Romance... COVER MADE BY: SHYRLO Discord Link: https://discord.gg/gGjZm2d8qq

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red. Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was. Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura. By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, "Finally, the dog died...". Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven. "HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven..." Kaal said while laughing. Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine. -----------××××----------------- Join the journey of kaal from Villain to the strongest demon god. -Slow-paced novel where every character has their arc. -English is not my native language.

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

The latest novel by the author of 'I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm', Let me laugh, the author you will never be disappointed with, enjoy to your heart's content!!! ------------- Author's message to webnovel readers: It has come as an unexpected delight that Xianxia novels, a genre unique to China, have been warmly received by an international audience. I sincerely thank everyone for their support. I am committed to considering all the valuable suggestions put forth by readers, and to maintaining the style you have all come to love, all the while striving to continue delivering my best work. The book "Steadily Becoming a Saint, The Immortal Officials Hired Me to Tend the Horses" retains the familiar style of my previous works but ventures into entirely new territory with its plot and world-building. This story will reflect mortal aspirations for eternal life and ascension to immortality, as well as portray the epic tale of celestial beings witnessing the evolution of the universe through the ages. I hope you will all enjoy it. Best regards. by Let me laugh ------------- As a house servant, Gu An accidentally shattered a jar of Spirit Flowers in his youth, and in his panic, he discovered that he had seized twelve years of life span! A path to immortality thus unfolded before Gu An's eyes! In order to cultivate in peace, Gu An chose to become a Servant Disciple of the Supreme Sect, planting medicinal herbs daily to cultivate by seizing the life span of these herbs. Through the evolution of life span, his Basic Skill constantly evolved, deducing from Basic Sorcery to reach Divine Skills that connected to heaven! Eras changed, constellations shifted, and the Mortal World transformed vastly. Gradually, legends of immortals emerged in the Mortal World. The immortal known as Gu An expended half of his life span, helping his Cultivation Level break through the limits of the Immortal Path and achieving the realm of a Saint, soaring above the heavenly laws. However, one day, a white-robed old man with a saintly presence came to visit Gu An. "I am Xuan Qing from the Heavenly Stars above, appointed by the Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao. Hearing of Daoist Friend's numerous benevolent deeds in the Mortal World and your countless rescues of the living beings here, the merits are immeasurable. Thus, I have been dispatched from the Lower Realm to invite Daoist Friend to join the ranks of the immortals, to take up an immortal office, the Divine Steed Celestial Official." "May I ask what the duties of the Divine Steed Celestial Official are?" "In the Heavenly Court, there are divine steeds that can traverse earth and heaven and penetrate Yin Yang. The Divine Steed Celestial Official is responsible for looking after and feeding these divine steeds." Huh? Taking care of horses? Groom?!

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?" "Just to liven things up." Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?" "Just to really liven things up." Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?" "Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone." The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God. 【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】 "No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

In ancient sayings, it is said, "A hidden dragon rises from humble beginnings." However, I say, "An emperor must emerge from the ranks of soldiers!" As the illegitimate son of a great general, Luo Yu resolutely joins the army to fight for his mother's rightful place. Relying on the memories of a time traveler, Luo Yu starts as a small soldier at the frontier and gradually climbs his way up! Unbeknownst to him, the seven kingdoms are embroiled in constant turmoil, with powerful families ruling, and the common people suffering like dogs! "Since this is the case, I shall take this world for myself!" In the end, Luo Yu stirs the winds of the court, shatters mountains and rivers, and ascends to the pinnacle of power. When he dons the imperial robe, the black armor and dark flags spread across the land!

After twenty-nine years of reign, Jiang Lingxi unfortunately passed away on her way back from a military expedition. When she opened her eyes again, she was in the modern world a thousand years later, becoming a small celebrity everyone on the internet was shouting to beat. Everyone shouting to beat? A drama queen? A small celebrity? Jiang Lingxi smiled it off; as a dignified Empress, she was best at turning the tables in desperate situations! Soon, the entire internet discovered that the hot searches about Jiang Lingxi exploded again, but they were no longer negative. Upon entering, netizens were all shouting: Awesome 666! In the Survival variety show, Jiang Lingxi led the entire scene by herself, and even the former top soldier who had to change careers due to injury couldn't help but humbly ask for jungle survival tips. In the historical drama remake about the Empress, as soon as Jiang Lingxi appeared, the Empress of a thousand-year-old prosperous era that only existed in public imagination suddenly had a clear image. During the Dragon Robe fashion show, the fashion master subconsciously performed minister etiquette in front of Jiang Lingxi, and the unedited red carpet photos amazed people both domestically and internationally. And after more unknown hidden identities were accidentally exposed, the whole internet: We're paralyzed, Your Majesty please witness us sliding and kneeling! * The Shen family of a thousand-year legacy, Shen Yunqing is the youngest Family Head of this generation. The man, rarely seen in front of the camera, is full of honor and dignity, only when looking at Jiang Lingxi does his gaze soften like spring water. 'Encountering Your Majesty, I only wish to bow and call myself your subject!'

In a fractured universe ruled by ancient systems and silent wars, **Alex** is just another survivor—until he awakens the **CHAOS Core**, a living algorithm buried in the ruins of a forbidden Archive. Marked by a glyph no system recognizes, Alex becomes the first anomaly in a reality built to erase deviation. But the moment he touches the Vault, everything changes. Flung through realms where memory is currency and time loops like broken code, Alex finds himself hunted by the **Black Sigil Brotherhood**, a cult of system-purists determined to erase his existence. Beside him stand a rebel war-priestess, **Lux**, and a war-scarred tactician, **Kael**, both haunted by secrets and fractured allegiances. And in the shadows, the ruthless Nyra—wielder of the Garden Fragments—seeks to rewrite the system in her own image… even if it means sacrificing the last of her humanity. As Alex descends deeper into the heart of forgotten Architect tech, he discovers a horrifying truth: he is not a chosen one, but a **Split**, a self-branching paradox that threatens the very law of structured reality. With every choice, he risks becoming the very godlike system he fights against. Now, with the Brotherhood unleashing their final protocol and timelines unraveling, Alex must decide: Will he merge with the Core and lose himself forever? Or fracture reality even further to give it a future? --- **A high-stakes fusion of cyberpunk, cosmic myth, and post-human evolution, *My Deal with Death* explores identity, memory, and the price of rewriting fate.** When the systems collapse, the only thing left to fight for… is what you choose to become.

On the vast sea, a luxurious yacht was shaking violently, and the raging storm mercilessly beat against the hull. Inside the cabin, five - year - old Jack nestled tightly in his parents' arms, his eyes full of fear. A huge wave, like a ferocious beast, suddenly capsized the yacht, and Jack watched helplessly as his parents were swallowed by the surging sea.​ The icy seawater instantly submerged Jack. He struggled desperately, but felt his breath getting more and more difficult, and his consciousness gradually fading. Just when he thought he was doomed, a golden light pierced the darkness. An Eastern Taoist priest who practiced immortality, dressed in a Taoist robe and with an otherworldly and elegant bearing, appeared in front of him. With a gentle wave of his hand, the Taoist priest pulled Jack back from the brink of death.

Akin awakens in the body of Ling San, a wandering swordsman in the year 700 AD, at the height of China’s Tang Dynasty, the golden age of art, poetry, and Buddhist thought. But this world is more than history; it breathes with spirits, demons, and forgotten gods. To atone for the sins of a past life, Akin must walk a path between fate and free will, between mercy and vengeance. With every step, he is drawn deeper into a world where Taoist magic, Buddhist wisdom, and ancient legends intertwine and where even a brushstroke can shape the destiny of souls.

Sheung Longyao never imagined that an old wooden calligraphy brush and a dusty journal would catapult him into a forgotten world of Taoist magic, ancient sects, and mystical cultivation. When he’s suddenly transported to the elite Celestial Academy—a school for the world’s most powerful magical families—he finds himself assigned to a house no one respects: the long-abandoned Taoist Sect. Mocked, underestimated, and alone, Sheung discovers that he carries the bloodline of a legendary dragon cultivator—and the last living connection to a spiritual lineage the world tried to erase. Guided by the sarcastic and mysterious Brush Spirit, Sheung begins to learn the lost art of Fu talismans—magical calligraphy fueled by heart, spirit, and will. But the academy is full of rival heirs, deadly challenges, and ancient secrets that even the gods fear. To survive, Sheung must rebuild the Taoist Sect from the ashes, face corrupt nobles, befriend unlikely allies, and unlock the true power of his dragonblood. Because hidden deep within the mountains... something old is waking. And it remembers his name.

Lucian Grayson, a reluctant engineering student with dreams of becoming a pro gamer, is no stranger to stress and deadlines. But when a mysterious third door appears in his apartment during a stormy night, his world flips upside down—literally. Pulled into a medieval realm of robed summoners, a ruthless knight, and a botched ritual, Lucian dies... or so he thinks. Revived as a weightless soul with a game-like system floating before his eyes, Lucian must navigate a world where he’s neither hero nor villain, but something else entirely.Can Lucian unravel the secrets of his new existence and survive a realm that fears him? A thrilling blend of isekai, mystery, and supernatural adventure,Soulbound Defiant will keep you hooked as Lucian defies death itself to forge his own path.

Cultivation. Immortals. The Gods. A System. Sun Mo! Get ready to face the wrath of the entire world!" said a one of the hundreds of immortals across the Heavenly Dao. He was floating in the high lands above the Grand-Immortal Peak of Rejuvenation in his dark-steel clothing, striped with golden symbols that were imprinted onto his mystical robe. He was like the greatest villain everyone had feared. "It's time for me to release everyone of their worries and destroy this pathetic Heavenly Dao," Sun Mo said in villainous tone.

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

If motion can change... then so can I.” Luma never meant to chase the wind—until it whispered back. When a mysterious traveler drops a scroll with cryptic truths and vanishes into the trees, her world of ordinary village paths and riverbend games cracks open to a universe ruled not by magic, but by the laws of nature itself. In a realm where physics and reality intertwine, Luma finds herself entangled in a journey that will test her courage, intelligence, and the very shape of her soul. Alongside Elder Ion—her enigmatic mentor who speaks in riddles and revelations—she faces robed figures who vanish into thin air, machines that run on unseen forces, and truths that fracture everything she thought was real. > Action explodes when the Spire’s Hall of Equilibrium is torn apart by an unseen wave of energy, scattering its scholars and nearly ending Ion’s life. In the Crimson Wastes, Luma uses Newton's laws to counterbalance a collapsing bridge, dragging an unconscious Nico to safety. And in a heart-stopping confrontation at the Bridge of Laws, she calculates her own fall mid-air—turning gravity into her weapon. Through every step, Luma grows—not just in knowledge, but in fire. "I don’t want to control the world. I want to understand it. That’s the difference between us." The Realm of Physis is a science fantasy saga where discovery becomes destiny. Each chapter pulses with tension, warmth, humor, and the power of thinking deeply in a world that punishes curiosity. Because when understanding becomes rebellion… Even gravity must answer to will. discord @gabfred4_38225

Apologies to everyone Hello everyone, I am writing this to apologize to everyone for the deception and fraud. As you can see, my friend, this novel is not mine. I copied it from a website and published it here under my name. The funny thing is that I even tried to prepare proof of ownership for the contract and prepared it. But thank God I stopped doing that. As you can see, my friend, when I copied the first chapter, there was always a feeling telling me that what I was doing was wrong, and I knew that it was wrong for me as a person and for my religion. I was always wondering whether to complete it or not, but the devil was always tempting me to complete it. But thank God I stopped. I want to apologize to the real author of the story if he ever sees this and I apologize to everyone.  The novel is of Chinese origin. For those who want to complete it, I will leave you its name below.  The name of the novel in English is: Fantasy: My Holy Body, Will Marry the Innate Taoist Fetus at the Beginning Available on the website WTR_LAB  What is on that site is a complete novel with 491 chapters. As for what is on the Chinese site, it has 507 chapters and is still running. It seems that the site has modified it or I don't know, to be honest.  In general, I will leave the name of the novel in Chinese for those who love the novel and want to complete it.  Name in Chinese: 玄幻:我圣体,开局迎娶先天道胎 I know that I said a lot of useless things, but I did it to say everything I had to say and to clear my conscience. I want to apologize to everyone once again. Frankly, I don't know how to remove a novel from WebNovel, but I will try. I am also trying to write my own novel. I don't care if it doesn't succeed, but I will try anyway. I won't take much of your time. Thanks to everyone. 

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

He died a parasite. Then, he was reborn a prince. But in both lives… he was powerless. Lucas came into his second life with all his past memories intact—memories filled with failure, humiliation, and helplessness. Reborn as a crown prince, he thought he had finally been given a chance to change everything. But the gods were cruel. His body was frail. His veins rejected mana. And in a world where strength determines worth, Lucas was nothing more than a burden wrapped in royal robes. Until a voice whispered from the abyss. [You've Proved You're Worthy To Be the Godslayer's Successor] [You Have Inherited the Blood World] [Inheritance Progress: 6%] [Sacrificial Offering: Kill All corrupt Villagers (0/103) Before They Turn Into Evil Beasts. Time Limit: 2 Minutes. Fail, and Your Succession Will Be Revoked] Suddenly, he was given power. But it came with a cost: blood, madness, and irreversible choices. As corruption spreads, as all those around him fall and monsters rise, Lucas begins to question everything. Then—she appears. A beautiful woman cloaked in sorrow, claiming to be his wife from the future. "Why are you so obsessed with power?! Even in this hell, there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed!" But Lucas no longer knows the meaning of mercy. Not when the world has taken everything from him. Not when power is the only way to survive. In a realm where light is devoured by shadow, and gods play cruel games with mortal lives... Will Lucas become a savior bathed in blood— or the final monster this world deserves?

The sky split open. Thunder didn’t roll—it roared, howled, like a beast wounded by fate. The heavens bled crimson as celestial lightning arced through the skies, searing the firmament. Rain poured down, not water, but something heavier—mixed with ash and divine residue. Olympus itself trembled. High upon the *Altar of Judgement*, chained by glowing celestial runes, knelt a boy. *Kyrillos*. Barefoot, beaten, and broken—not by combat, but by betrayal. His once radiant robes were in tatters, his body scorched with marks of restraint, divine bindings pulsing against his skin. He was seventeen. The boy once praised as the Prodigy of the Silver Flame, the Heir of the Celestial Phoenix Sect… now a heretic, condemned by those who once toasted his victories. Around him stood the *Twelve Grand Houses*, their banners flapping wildly in the divine storm. Faces half-shadowed under golden helms and jeweled crowns, yet none dared look him in the eye. Only one figure, hidden in the rear, wept silently behind a silver veil—*Aphrodite*.

"Tao of the Mad Sage: A Legend of Blood and Ash" is an Eastern philosophical fantasy blending epic mythology with dark comedy. It follows Lin Shu, a mentally unstable monk whose power stems from his madness, wielding a wooden broom that conceals a celestial demonic seal. In a world ruled by rigid Taoist sects, Lin Shu becomes a threat simply by defying the established laws of ascending the "Seven Heavenly Realms."

Crystal had spent her life inside the temple, swearing herself to gods who never spoke back. With blind faith and empty prayers, she was meant to die with the others as just another body on the stone floor, blood soaking through her white robes. But when the King of Elyria walked in, He didn’t let her perish but took her instead. Dragged from the light and thrown into a world where shadows breathe, Where sin feels just like salvation, Crystal should hate him. She should fight. She should resist the pull, the heat, and the way her body falters as every touch ruins her. The girl who once prayed to the gods is dying, piece by piece, and something else is rising in her place, something unholy and wicked. Something his. Through war, betrayal, and conquest, Crystal will carve her name into the world alongside his. She might have been destined to die, but now she will rule, claiming fear and worship from her people and enemies alike. While being bound to the creature that stole her fate and rewrote it in blood. Together, they will be unstoppable. Warning: This story contains dark themes, psychological manipulation, and obsessive romance. Read at your own risk.