Birdcage Lamp Shade

Clementine finds her world upended by a bizarre clause in her late grandfather's will. To inherit his legacy, a struggling but historically significant architectural firm, she must enter a temporary, high-stakes contract marriage with Rhys Sterling, the notoriously ruthless CEO of Sterling Innovations. Rhys needs Clementine's firm to complete a prestigious, city-defining project that will solidify his dominance. Their agreement is clear: a year of public pretense, no emotional entanglements, and a shared goal of professional success. It's a business deal, pure and simple, or so they tell themselves. From their first fiery encounter, Clementine and Rhys clash. She sees him as an arrogant, unfeeling corporate shark; he views her as an impulsive, impractical artist. Yet, forced into close quarters by the demands of their fake marriage and the complexities of the architectural project, their sharp banter slowly gives way to grudging respect. Kaelen's unconventional methods challenge Rhys's rigid control, while his unwavering support in unexpected moments chips away at her cynicism. As they navigate treacherous corporate rivals, scandalous rumors, and the suffocating expectations of high society, an undeniable, inconvenient attraction ignites. They discover hidden vulnerabilities, shared dreams, and a surprising passion that threatens to shatter the carefully constructed walls around their hearts. But when a long-buried secret from Rhys's past resurfaces, threatening to unravel their fragile bond and expose the truth of their contract, Kaelen and Rhys must decide if their unscripted love is strong enough to withstand the storm. This is a fast-paced, dialogue-rich tale of two stubborn souls who find love where they least expect it, proving that even the most ironclad contracts can't dictate the heart's true desires.

Das einst reiche Mädchen Shen Hanxing verlor ihre Mutter, als sie geboren wurde. Als sie noch klein war, wurde sie von ihrem eigenen Vater im Ausland ausgesetzt und war auf sich allein gestellt. Neunzehn Jahre später holte ihr Vater sie persönlich aus Übersee nach Hause, um ihre jüngere Schwester zu ersetzen und ihren Verlobten Ji Yan zu heiraten, der nach einem Autounfall die Sinne seiner Beine verloren hatte. Vater: "Du kennst deinen Platz. Du heiratest bereits über deinen Stand hinaus, wenn du Ji Yan mit deinem Status heiratest." Jüngere Schwester: "Danke, dass du bereit bist, dich für meine Liebe zu opfern~" Shen Hanxing lächelte schwach: "Stimmen Sie meinen beiden Bedingungen zu, und ich werde ihn gerne heiraten." Danach betrat sie mit leerem Gepäck das Haus der Familie Ji. Der Mann im Rollstuhl brüllte sie in dem dunklen Raum wütend an. "Hau ab!" Shen Hanxing schaltete schnell das Licht ein, zog den Vorhang auf und streckte dem Mann mit der Lampe hinter ihr die Hand entgegen. "Hallo. Darf ich mich vorstellen? Ich bin deine Frau, Shen Hanxing." Als er sie das erste Mal sah, behandelte er sie kühl. Und dann schätzte er sie. Ji Yan sah diese Frau an, die plötzlich in ihr Leben getreten war. Sie nutzte ihre Kraft, um seinen wilden und frechen jüngeren Bruder zu zähmen. Sie heilte geduldig und mitfühlend seine ängstliche und introvertierte jüngere Schwester. Sie setzte alles ein, was sie hatte, um diese kalte Familie langsam zu unterstützen... Und dann tappte Shen Hanxing in eine Falle. Bevor sie in die Dunkelheit abdriftete, sah sie den Mann, der eigentlich im Rollstuhl sitzen sollte, ängstlich auf sie zulaufen. Als sie wieder aufwachte, zeigte der Mann auf das Waschbrett, die Tastatur und die Durian und fragte: "Hanxing, auf welches soll ich mich knien?"

"Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend." An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact. Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past. Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb. Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight. "Is this some kind of joke?" Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door. Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die. In the early morning: 00:00:00 Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message. She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight... Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat. Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million. After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe. She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded! Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car. But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals. Who on earth sent her the messages? It's really her future self? Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

Three years ago, Hazel Vance made a choice that changed everything. One night of passion with a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball left her with more than just memories—it left her with a son whose rare violet-blue eyes are a constant reminder of the father she'll never find. Now a struggling single mother, Hazel desperately needs the executive assistant position at Sterling Group. The salary could finally give her two-year-old Leo the life he deserves. But her new boss, CEO Liam Sterling, is nothing like she expected. Demanding, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Liam has a reputation for being impossible to work for. Most assistants don't last a week. When Hazel refuses to be intimidated by his cold demeanor and sharp tongue, something shifts between them. The attraction is immediate and electric, crackling through every professional interaction. But it's his eyes that stop her cold. The same striking violet-blue shade that stares back at her every morning when she looks at her son. As the tension between them builds and the lines between professional and personal begin to blur, Hazel finds herself caught between her desperate need for this job and her growing attraction to the one man who could destroy everything she's worked for. She doesn't know that Liam has been searching for the mysterious woman from the masquerade ball ever since that night changed him forever. And he has no idea that the composed, fiery assistant who challenges him at every turn is the same woman who haunts his dreams. When the truth finally comes to light, will it bring them together or tear apart the fragile new life Hazel has built for herself and her son?

I died run over by a truck. Yeah, I know... "How original!" you’re probably thinking. But hey, it’s not my fault the isekai industry has a partnership with transportation companies. The truly weird part came after: I didn’t reincarnate as a prince, a dragon, or even a humble slime with plot armor. Nope. I became a tree. Literally. With roots, branches, and a trunk that not even Instagram filters can fix. And to top it all off (or rather, cherry blossom it), I’ve got a system that calls me “Host” and says I need to found the Sakura Clan, a legendary organization where all members are ridiculously beautiful and smell like flowers. My job? Bond humans to the clan using a technique that turns ordinary people into floral demigods. Basically, I’m a divine tree with the soul of an HR manager. All this in a world of mages, knights, martial artists, kingdoms inspired by ancient civilizations and... way too many creative ways to die. I just wanted to read novels and drink coffee, not lead a cult that smells like spring. But hey… If I’m going to be a tree, I might as well bloom with style. Sigh. I just wanted to sleep under the shade… not be the shade. P.S. My native language is not English. If you find any errors, please point them out so I can correct them. Thank you very much for your time. (This is my first book.)

Khael Corzedar always felt different but waking up in another world as a side character in his favorite manga turn to anime wasn’t what he expected. Once known as Shigeo Smith, a half-Japanese, half-American high school student and passionate anime fan, he’s now reborn as a minor background character in the world of Kaen Eclipse, the manga he loved growing up. He remembers every chapter, every fight, every tragic twist. The world of Elysera runs on Shinrei, a spiritual energy powered by emotion. It is a realm where only those who open their Vein Gates can become Veinwalkers, warriors whose hearts fuel their power. The story’s hero, Kaen Suro, is a cursed orphan with uncontrollable shade Affinity. In the manga, Kaen trains at a brutal Veinwalker academy, builds powerful friendships, and eventually rises to fight the monstrous Voidborn emotion-corrupted beings of destruction. Shigeo now Khael knows how the story ends. But in this world, he’s just an extra. One of many. A background name. A side character fated to die off-screen. Or so the story was. Armed with the knowledge of the original plot and the unpredictable nature of emotions, Khael Corzedar decides to forge his own path; to live, protect, and maybe even change the fate of Kaen Suro himself. Can an extra rewrite the story of a chosen one? Or will he vanish like a shadow in the background, as fate demands?

To Yun Jieshi, it seemed that life had a way more ominous meaning than he had previously imagined. He had never asked for much in all his twenty-whatever years of living. His dream was to make up for all that he had missed, all he was never taught about half of his heritage, his culture. Who really was Sun Wukong? Was he better than Superman? What really was an Immortal? Was it a greater existence than a Celestial? Did Pangu really make the world with his very own body? Why was Faye Wong so damn cool?! So many questions! The reward for Yun Jieshi’s curiosity and devotion, however, was a whole new adventure in an alternate world, mystical and mysterious in nature. Graced with magnificent powers and privileges, the little monkey must head North, not as the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, but as the Discount Sage, Lesser than Most…for a time. Into the cold, into the bizarre, grand stories await his ears and eyes. --- Author's Note: Please be sure to read the Auxillary Chapter to find out if this story is to your tastes or not. Also, please don't complain too hard about the cover. I'm not trying to be obnoxious with the Chinese characters pasted on it. I just haven't found a better cover yet.

Everyday was the same for Skullius. An Undead minion of the lowest order like him, didn’t have to find a grand purpose… other than mining mana gems for his Lich master, of course. His peers thought so. They lacked ambition. To be fair, so did he. But there was just that something that kept nagging at him. A spark that no other skeleton seemed to have. Other than being the sassy bullshitter obsessed with mana that he was, why did Skullius vaguely remember being something other than a Moronic Undead drone once? What had come before his Undeath? In the end, it was this spark that allowed our atrocious hero to escape the clutches of his evil master and reach another world. And it is in this world, chock full of dangers – most beckoned by Skullius’ abnormally horrendous luck, to be honest – that the skeleton’s journey begins. In Aigas – the new world – he prepared for the greatest getback of an age armed with a power greater than that of the Liches of Deadmanland! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ]

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

In a world torn apart by a reason known to anyone who existed since the beginning of time, the two sides swirl amidst occurrences and survival. Somewhere lying amidst these two—somewhere deep-lying—is the bridge connecting these two repulsive races. A bridge may be what they are seen to be. But they are constantly placed in between not allowed to mix into any side. There's no black or white, just shades of grey. They are not a bridge. They do not belong to any part. They do not belong to each other. They are... Nexus.

Jo-Pil, ahem, I mean, I was just a simple sales manager who was more than satisfied with my way of living, thank you very much. But my simple way of living came crashing down like the heavy materials I was counting on my night shift, crushed me and my simple life, and then landed me in a novel I had read back when I was still a Freshman at university. And to make it all worse, it just happened to be the kind of novel that readers would wish to get into and crack the skull of the various sadistic love interests as well as the stubborn main character who just didn't know when to sit still. Ugh. But what was even worse than that was the fact that I, Jo-Pil, had become the freaking main character. Yeah, you got that right. I was the poor, hopeless Omega whose role in the novel was to be a weak, helpless, yet stubborn guy who was sold for his huge debt, bought by four powerful Alphas in order to become a breeding machine. They might as well make me their baby mama while they were at it, don't you think? But there was no way I was going to live up to that role. Seriously, why resist being showered with the luxury of life and getting hurt when I could just give them a little neck massage, say a few sweet words to compliment them, and then lie on my back with sun shades on and juice in hand, relaxing for the rest of my life? Maybe it's not as easy as it sounds but I could make it work. I was sure I could. With four powerful Alphas ruling the country at my mercy, I could do anything. But... Were they really at my mercy, though? I mean, I was the one whose huge debt got paid off, right? Welp, maybe I was getting a little over my head. What to do?

A boy born with the potential, so great that it threatend the world's powerhouses itself. _____ Born amidst chaos and tragedy, Azhrael, the son of the legendary Frost King and Celestial Witch, carries a burden no child should bear. Half of his soul was dormant into another world, while the other half was left sealed, hidden from the prying eyes of those who sought to destroy him. He was a child of immense potential—his very existence threatened gods and shook the balance of power in the world. However in the main story, Azhrael was only an "extra." A mysterious  beautiful boy with snow-white hair and dull grey eyes who exists in the shadow of others, bullied and beaten, unaware of the legacy he carries. That Is Until. _____ Guys, don't decide to read or not just cuz of the harem tag y'know. Just read the free chaps and you will get it. Discord- https://discord.gg/sa9wcY8V.

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

I scoffed. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Cade squeezed his face into displeasure as he stepped closer to me, “What doesn’t matter anymore?” His blue eyes turned a shade darker than they should. “You are our mate, Isn’t that what you wanted all along?” Kael spoke and I snapped my gaze at him. It was too late! Nothing could ever make me want them. I loathed them so much that it hurt. Perhaps that’s what happens to a broken soul who was given a second chance. “Iris…” Zane called. He was the calmest of the three, his eyes were soft, trying to reach out to me and I stepped back avoiding him like a plague. They were monsters. All three of them. I find it hard to breathe but this was my decision to make. Gone was the fragile old me. “I, Iris Orlene…” I stared at the triplets dead in the eyes, inhaling sharply. Not a single drop of emotion was left in me. “Reject you all three Alphas; Cade, Kael, and Zane Verek to be my mate.” *** Iris Oren, once the cherished daughter of Alpha Oren Roland and Luna Selene of the Blackbane Pack, I faced a dire accusation of treason for allegedly poisoning the former beta who’s now the current alpha, Alpha Darius Verek, the current ruthless leader who betrayed and murdered my parents when I was just a kid, accused me of their murder and took over the alpha throne. Now, I am a despised maid in my own pack. I am publicly condemned in the council room, surrounded by hostile pack members, including Alpha Darius, his sons who are triplets, Cade, Kael, and Zane, my childhood sweet hearts, and my former best friend Liora. Despite my weak protests of innocence, no one believed me, and Darius sentenced me to death by being buried alive but the council pleaded as he shifted the punishment to 200 strokes of whips with sulfur powder but unknown to me, it was changed to a silver powder, very dangerous to werewolves. During this brutal public punishment, I couldn’t make it, I died. Waking up again, I realised I'd been brought back to my past life, on my 18th birthday, days before my death. In my past life, I am a weak and wolfless omega who can’t even defend herself and has loved the triplets so dearly that I could do anything for them without considering my dignity. Now I am reborn, I am determined to change my fate.

--- Title: Baroyama: Heir of Shades Summary > "In a world ruled by clans and consumed by light and shadow… one child was never meant to survive." After the mysterious fall of the Shinzohei Clan, whispers spread of a silent, invisible enemy—the Shadows. They strike without form, without sound, and without mercy. Entire villages crumble. People vanish. Fear spreads like wildfire across the land. In the midst of this chaos, a young boy named Baroyama sits alone in the ashes of his broken home. The shadows ignore him, though he cries, screams, begs for mercy. Why? No one knows. Perhaps fate has chosen him. Saved at the last second by a stranger girl, Baroyama begins a journey not of revenge… …but of awakening. As he uncovers secrets buried in the dark, Baroyama must face the truth about his bloodline, his past, and the terrifying legacy of the Dark Clan. > He is the last survivor. He is the shadow’s heir. And his story is just beginning.

Shades are demonic creatures that feast on human flesh and drink human blood. Humanity fights back with supernatural abilities known as Esters which gives them a chance against the Shades.

They say there is a lamp. Old. Forgotten. Passed from hand to hand. No one knows who crafted it, or when it first appeared. No forge claims its birth. No scholar dares to trace its trail. But everyone remembers the stories. A whispered name, passed from village to village, court to court, battlefield to battlefield. Some say it glows when touched. Others say it hums when it chooses its master. All agree on one thing: It grants three wishes. And with each wish, the world bends. Gold appears from dust. Enemies vanish like smoke. Dead lovers rise. Kingdoms fall. Gods weep. But there is always a price. They say the genie sealed inside once walked the world as a man—a kind man, too kind for the life he left behind. Now bound to the lamp, he watches everything. Remembers everything. He does not sleep. He does not age. He only waits. For the next hand. For the next master. For the next wish. And deep within the lamp, in a chamber of endless stars, a voice echoes to no one: "Wish carefully… because I must answer."

Every morning, Souta Takashiro wakes to a world that feels familiar — but it’s never quite the same. The tiniest details twist: burnt toast where there shouldn’t be any, a crack in the ceiling that shifts direction, memories of conversations erased without a trace. In Tokyo’s quiet corners, Souta senses something fractured beneath the surface. Seven realms exist — almost identical, but each hiding a crucial 10% difference. Which one is real? Which one is a lie? As strange symbols appear, memories clash, and unseen eyes watch, Souta must navigate this shifting maze of reality — or risk losing himself entirely. What does it mean when the world you know keeps changing? And who decides which version is the truth? Dive into a slow-burn psychological mystery with shades of supernatural suspense and a puzzle wrapped in sevenfold realities.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

In the desolate and barren South, an empire is always in turmoil. The Empire of Dragons. Majestic and mystical beings, dragons possess a great power that is both astonishing and terrifying. Their voracious flames devour all life in their path. A decade-long conflict between the North and South was ignited by a story that had been long forgotten. A legend born in the dawn of time. The dragons, once ferocious, were now miserable creatures, cursed with a heart of stone, suffering the agony of eternal cold. The torment eats away at their very essence, both body and soul. "...I have sought thy shade in every glen..." ''...For you are the dawn of my day and the dusk of my night...'' ''The first star I see and the last glimmer of light" The journey of a fragile soul through a chaotic world, searching for the radiant light of peace. [slowburn, mid-angst, violence]

What happens when the God of Death chooses a former Criminal as his Champion in a world on the verge of extinction? Transmigrated in a Grimdark World, he uses the forbidden power of Necromancy to lead legions of Undead in an unrelenting attempt to bring his banished god back to power. However, in a world where light and darkness are nothing but different shades of endless ambition and desperate survival, his rise is going to clash brutally with followers of the traditional Gods as well as forbidden Demonic Prince, leading to uneasy temporary alliances and cruel betrayals. Can an Undead, who once despised the living become their unlikely protector? This is a Saga full of brutal war, strategy, hidden secrets, and unexpected moments of love and friendship amidst the darkness, where the rise of the forsaken may be the only ray of hope against the impending doom.

When life throws you a curveball you need to smash an ace. Sumeet Singhania lost everything on the happiest day of his life. And now he will stop at nothing to serve a cold vengeance to the people involved. The only sin Chanchal committed was to be born. And she is going to pay hell for it. Ranjeet Oberoi knows the shades of grey but will he moves towards light or darkness is his choice? Rashmi Sharma will stop at nothing. To uncover the real truth.But will it burn her too? Life has already happened for them. All that is left now is to collect the pieces back.

Cora used to be Alpha—top assassin, cold, deadly, and unbeatable. Then she died in a dirty alley. Now, she wakes up in a new body. Her name is Hedy Hutton—a weak, rejected recruit with no skills and no future. No one knows she was once the most feared killer alive. Except for one man. Arthur Keller. Powerful, dangerous, and feared by all. He owns half the country and controls most of the criminal world. And somehow, Hedy is now his wife. Their marriage isn’t built on love, but on secrets, power, and a strange connection neither of them can explain. Arthur suspects there’s more to Hedy than meets the eye—and he’s right. As Hedy starts to remember pieces of her old life, enemies from her past and present begin to close in. Now, Hedy must decide: hide in her new life or fight back as the killer she once was. Because Alpha didn’t stay dead. She was reborn—and this time, she’s got more to lose.

Shattered Chains of the Fallen Emperor History sings of the savior’s flame, Legends whisper the tyrant’s name. But what of he who walks both threads— A crown of light, a soul that bled? In realms where gods bestow their grace, Where silence hides what truth can’t face, A golden heir begins his climb, Too praised, too pure, too bound by time. They call him Valen Veridian, bright— A warrior bathed in sacred light. Carved by blood, refined by pain, He walks the path with ghostly chains. To the world, he is hope's own song, But something deeper feels… all wrong. And far beyond the empire’s gleam, Where ashes choke the fading dream, Another rises from the night, With eyes that burn, not plead for light. Marcus Alderwood, cursed by name, No thirst for glory, no need for fame. He seeks no throne, no holy fight— Just one man standing in his sight. As fate begins its crueler art, Oaths will break and truths will start. The light may blind more than the shade, And gods may watch the roles they played. A reckoning comes not from the blade, But from the silence vows have made. Two heirs. One lie. A fate unkind— A hero… a villain… or both intertwined? But still, both sons of fallen skies Were born to break and meet demise. --- Shattered Chains of the fallen Emperor

A world that was broken and battered due to a war to unify them all, the War of the Imperium. They sought control and thought the reward would be great, unbeknownst to them — they suffered and paid the dear price. The Hero, the champion of the Creator, sought out to unify Aetheria. Only to wither it and break it to the point of no return — and for the Hero? Alongside the rest of them, they had ceased to exist. Two souls only remained, defeating the last creature sent by the Void. And as they accepted such aftermath, living in the solace of deaths embrace. The 8 Virtues and Sins had arrived, forming into a divine being Return and move to a different timeline. They shall right the wrongs and do anything to gain their beloved peace. ⊱⋘ ──────────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────────── ⋙⊰ A shade of what was fought, an idea with a brighter thought. And a lady with elegance and dreams, pairing as someone's eternal queen. Though two should be enough, a Goddess should give her warmth and love. Following in the moral code of the world, he destroyed the world just for his girl. Yet the creator above all is forever in the wrong, the world has ceased and made Death be strong. ⊱⋘ ──────────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────────── ⋙⊰ https://discord.gg/EST2jmkV7K

On a fractured super-planet teetering toward cosmic annihilation, one man must unite warring factions against an enemy feeding on their discord. Vaeron Velarian inherited a dying world. Origin, a civilization divided between logic-driven Intellectuals and warrior Power lineages, bleeds conflict – and something far darker feasts on it. Haunted by his father’s disappearance and a cryptic warning about the "Tremor’s Echo," Vaeron possesses the rare gift to bridge divides, marked by his enigmatic violet eyes. But his dream of unity faces enemies on all fronts: Political rivals like the manipulative Kaelen Torvin and the brutal Colonel Vex, who profit from division. The Entropic Shade – a sentient cosmic horror twisting reality, amplifying strife to devour existence itself. Malakai, the Shade’s herald, who wields entropy as a weapon to unmake all order. To survive, Vaeron forges the Harmonious Citadel – a coalition of outcasts and visionaries. With a genius tactician, a ghost-like infiltrator, and a shadow diplomat, he races to build Aegis, a planetary shield powered by unity. Yet every act of alliance draws the Shade’s hunger. Can a Sovereign born of synthesis defend reality before his fractured world becomes the enemy’s final meal? Perfect for fans of: Strategic underdog protagonists, cosmic horror stakes, and political intrigue wrapped in sci-fi grandeur.

Hints of there being other dimensions have been rumored for hundreds of years. But is it true? The government has been known to keep secrets. Too many in fact. Yet the world has continued to spin, up until the year 2050. Many reports have been made of people in hospitals disappearing. Graveyard visitors. Funeral homes, prisons, battlefields. The only connection these places have is they have intense emotional resonance. Coincidence? Ironbark, an evolved prison known for holding over a million prisoners. Earth has came up with several issues but one strikes the most. Overpopulation. Thousands of death-row inmates have been sentenced to death in three weeks, but the government had other plans. Sullen, a death-row inmate sentenced to death in three weeks. His hope was lost until an interview had suspended his death. Introducing a new program, Program Shade, where all of his crimes would be pardoned if he signed the contract. With no other information given, he had no other option. Signing himself into mystery, he soon would be another person who “disappeared” Tossed in deadly magical trials filled with unseen creatures, will Sullen survive and take his ticket to enter the newly founded dimensions? [Welcome applicant! You have entered a Shade-trial!]

in a world where empires are separated by the color they represent, an aspiring knight seeks to cement himself in history, little does he know, his role in history shall be far more than he had originally intended

An unlikely trip of allied "supervillains" pitch in their best efforts to trace after a corrupt superhero, an organization that controls the stability of all the universes and even malign duties that commit sins not even the worst death row inmates would, along their path, they encounter unlikely allies and long awaited foes alike, spiritual entities and ritual catastrophe's await!