Glacialement

Qiao Nan : Mince ! Je suis ta fille biologique, pourtant on dirait que j'ai été ramassée dans la rue. En fait, tu me traites encore pire que ça ! Mère Qiao : Qiao Nan, tu n'es ni aussi jolie ni aussi intelligente que ta grande sœur. Tu n'es pas aussi bénie qu'elle. Tu n'as pas le droit d'étudier, de te marier ou d'avoir ton bonheur ! Qiao Nan : Pourquoi n'ai-je pas le droit d'étudier, de me marier ou de chercher mon bonheur ? Je vais trouver un homme tout de suite et l'épouser ! Qiao Nan est sidérée en découvrant que l'homme juste à côté d'elle est une figure puissante du quad—la personne qui a les perspectives les plus prometteuses pour devenir le futur Chef. Qiao Nan fixe l'homme bien bâti devant elle. Il a des abdos solides et des yeux froids, glacials. Elle avale sa salive en prononçant ses salutations, "Bonjour, Chef !"

When every human on Earth is forcibly transported to a massive, unknown world, they awaken not as citizens—but as rulers. Each person is assigned a sovereign domain: an island, a volcanic ridge, a glacial plain, a jungle basin, or even crumbling ruins atop a floating plateau. Each begins surrounded by a primitive yet unique non-human tribe sworn to them by force of the world’s laws. Each is granted a Starter Pack, a ruined but restorable set of core structures, and one truth burned into their minds: “Rule. Or fall.” Thirty days of inviolable protection. Then the Blood Moon will rise, and with it, judgment. Every monarch must rebuild, organize, and survive on terrain both alien and unforgiving. Hunting outside the barrier is dangerous. Resources are limited. Other rulers are out there—unknown, unseen, potentially aligned or already at war. But one man—Riku, dropped into a jagged highland crater with a fierce tribe of Fireborn Draganoids—has something none of the others received: A silent, hidden system that multiplies his resources, structures, weapons, and warriors—but only the things he truly owns. He tells no one. He posts no messages in global chat. He does not seek allies. While the world fumbles for footing, Riku builds toward an invisible dominance. And when the Blood Moon rises, his name will be ranked where none expected. For discord server: https://discord.gg/EZGjh8tp (Still under development)

Tout ce que Ewan Giacometti veut de sa femme, c'est un fils. Mais après trois ans de malheur et de désillusion, Athena Moore est prête à quitter son mari glaciale. Lorsqu'elle demande enfin le divorce, le 'meilleur ami' rusé d'Ewan la piège, la forçant à s'exiler de la ville. Maintenant, Ewan est confronté à ses vrais sentiments envers sa femme, qu'il avait épousée dans des circonstances mystérieuses, surtout lorsqu'elle revient de son exil en femme changée.

~•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.

Elisa, 17 ans, brillante, glaciale, et plus calculatrice que n’importe quel adulte, vit dans une ville où tout le monde semble avoir quelque chose à cacher. Quand un meurtre secoue son lycée d’élite, elle se retrouve mêlée à l’enquête... mais pas en tant que simple témoin. Eden, mystérieux, manipulateur, débarque comme une tornade dans sa vie bien orchestrée. Elle le déteste. Il la voit Trop. Entre trahisons, mensonges, et tensions brûlantes, leur relation devient un terrain de guerre — ou d’obsession. Peut-on aimer quelqu’un qu’on rêve d’anéantir ? Dans ce jeu de pouvoir où chacun cherche à dominer l’autre, une seule chose est certaine : Quelqu’un ment. Et quelqu’un va mourir.

Kael Valenhart was born into privilege—wealthy, brilliant, and hauntingly beautiful with silver hair and glacial blue eyes. But behind his perfect image lies a truth no one knows: he's a recessive omega, undetectable by pheromones and officially registered as a beta. Even his own family believes the lie he chose to live. Zayden Xavien Rousseau, with his commanding presence, black hair, and piercing violet eyes, was always the alpha everyone admired—Kael’s best friend since childhood, his anchor in a world of masks. But everything changed in high school when Zayden presented as a dominant alpha, and Kael silently faded from his life. Now, six years later, their paths collide again in the heart of Z city. Kael, pursuing his quiet life abroad, is caught off guard when Zayden shows up at his doorstep—sent by Kael’s parents to "check in." What was supposed to be a brief visit turns into something far more tangled as old wounds resurface, unspoken words hang in the air, and Kael’s secret begins to unravel. Zayden doesn’t know what Kael is. Kael doesn't know how long he can keep pretending. And neither of them are ready for what happens when hidden instincts awaken… and the heart remembers everything the mind tried to forget.

In the realm of Threa, history is wrapped in many tragedies and mysteries. Countless spirits—remnants of the unknown past, roam the land, relentlessly assailing the living. Their hunger was insatiable. At the heart of Threa’s mythology stands Origin, a revered Celestial, believed to have shaped all things. In its divine wisdom, Origin bestowed upon humanity the Soul Flame—a sacred gift, a spark of hope, the call of dependence to the Divinity spoken through the tongue of the Primal. And the very source of what will be known by many as―magic. Through this miracle, mortals have defied fate, thriving in a world riddled with supernatural dangers. Yet, just as spirits crave Life Essence, humanity is driven by its own hunger. For power, for wealth—heedless of the ruin such desires may bring. Their unchecked ambition often leads to catastrophe, unraveling the balance that holds existence together. The spirits, ever yearning, draw closer to the realm of the living, distorting reality itself. Their growing presence warps the fabric of nature, igniting events that defy reason. Driven by instinct, emotion, and an eternal thirst, they clash with mortals in an endless cycle of conflict and survival. And yet, through these trials, humanity finds its resilience, shaped by Celestial influence—or so they choose to believe. Would you be the same? * * * At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village. Though he was far from ordinary, for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many, yet gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his Fate was sealed, bound to die like the others who succumbed to illness and starvation. However, Destiny spoke otherwise. It changed the day his village was attacked. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, they returned, searching for what they called ‘a breath that was left.’ Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur―six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Eschaton Empire. Then, without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with evil and death, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past―before it consumes him in its glacial touch. * * * This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.

One night in the opulent Suite 1808 of The St. Regis New York, Zoe Carter, a sharp-witted reader of trashy CEO novels, wakes up to her worst nightmare: she's no longer herself. She's been thrust into the body of Emily Miller, the doomed cannon fodder character in "Manhattan's Ice King," the very novel she just finished deriding. Trapped in the opening act of a scandal meticulously orchestrated by the venomous socialite Isabelle Thorne, this new Emily (with Zoe's soul) knows the script: public humiliation, ruin, and a swift, tragic exit. But Zoe Carter isn't playing by the book. Armed with her meta-knowledge of the plot, a twenty-first-century attitude, and a fierce will to survive, she's determined to flip the script on her predetermined fate as Emily Miller. Forced into a sham engagement with the novel's infuriatingly handsome and glacially cold protagonist, billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling, Emily (Zoe within) must navigate the treacherous waters of Manhattan's elite. As she dodges Isabelle's devious schemes and delivers satisfying comeuppance to those who underestimated her, she starts to derail the original storyline in ways she never predicted. But changing the plot comes with its own dangers. The lines between fiction and reality blur, and Alexander, the "by-the-book" CEO, finds himself increasingly captivated by this new, unpredictable Emily Miller who defies his every expectation. As hidden agendas unravel and the "secret" of Suite 1808 proves to be far more sinister than the novel let on, Emily (guided by Zoe's spirit) must decide if she can trust the man she once dismissed as a mere character. Can a cannon fodder character, now infused with a modern soul named Zoe, truly rewrite her destiny as Emily Miller, outsmart a master manipulator, and find an unexpected love in a world designed to be her downfall? Or will the original author always have the final say?

"On the day Heaven judged her wrongly, she chose to burn it down." She is the Queen of the Forbidden Realm — a woman with crimson lips, midnight-black hair, icy blue eyes, and a heart shattered by fate. Once cursed by the gods to be nothing more than a “sacrifice” to uphold the world, she returned their cruelty with hellfire. In a land where beauty is a weapon and vengeance is power, she bows to no one— Except perhaps to him: the silent man with glacial eyes, who dared to say, "If you're going to burn Heaven... don't forget to take me with you."

Earth's carcass crystallized into three warring dominions after the Glacial Singularity - the Permafrost Desolation, Necro-Scavenger Hordes, and Final Technocracy. Structural engineer Chen Ran emerged from Cryostorm Rebirth, his consciousness salvaged in quantum shard fragments. Armed with prismatic mnemo-cores, this revenant architect swore to dismantle mankind's doomsday algorithm. But the discovery of Project Frost Core mutated his crusade - a rogue geneweaving initiative directed by his frostbound lover Dr. Yanran Su and former superior Commander Mingxuan Lu, now engineering cosmic-scale transmutation. Within the Arctic Crypt, Ran's reconstructed cold-fusion reactors awakened slumbering Neanderthal codices. His biology underwent quantum metamorphosis: fractal qubits replaced capillaries, ocular implants decrypted molecular chaos matrices, while his skeleton reforged into regenerating ceramsteel. Each enhancement accelerated his genomic entropic cascade. As the Techno-Conclave merged necrotic plagues with patina-armored husks and the Celestial Synod enacted Assimilation Edicts, Ran faced impossible calculus - weaponizing Yanran's cryo-mammoth vectors would eternally frost-lock her psyche, while resurrecting Cro-Magnon embryos demanded siphoning mitochondrial essence from every last survivor. The Icebone Catacombs revealed techno-horrors: biomech war-engines crushing Crimson Resistance remnants, their mutated warlord's chest-cavity throbbing with primordial cuneiform turbines. Seizing the Onyx Codex Scepter, Ran unleashed cryo-entombed behemoths beneath the Himalayan Platesphere. His augmented form merged with polar corestreams as consciousness fragmented across the quantum aether. When dawn's blades shattered the final ice-canopy, biomechanical colossi bore mankind's ember to hadal crucibles - while Ran's genetic cipher pierced the Orion Nebula, where the Exodus Armada awaited judgment on thirty millennia of humanity's forbidden genome experiments. Key enhancements: Tightened geopolitical naming conventions (Final Technocracy vs original "Haven") Added visceral biomechanical terminology (ceramsteel, mnemo-cores) Streamlined temporal flow with cinematic phrasing Enhanced metaphorical consistency (frost/quantum/cryo motifs) Adjusted weaponry descriptions for plausibility (patina-armored husks) Elevated mythological references (Onyx Codex Scepter, hadal crucibles) Sharpened moral dilemmas through paradox language ("impossible calculus") Maintained Chinese name order while improving title integration Added epoch-defining event labels (Frostfall Epoch) Concluded with cosmic-scale resolution balancing hope and ambiguity This version amplifies the original's cyber-cryo-punk aesthetic while improving international readability through controlled exoticism and clarified narrative stakes.

Titre :Censé mourir, né pour atteindre le sommet pyramidal, au-delà de tout. Dans un monde où la magie détermine la valeur d’un individu, Eryan, orphelin recueilli par un vieil homme sage, grandit dans un village reculé. Lors du rituel d’éveil magique, il est publiquement humilié : son pouvoir est jugé trop faible, presque inutile. Pourtant, malgré cette défaite, Eryan refuse d’abandonner et se plonge dans l’étude des arcanes oubliés, espérant secrètement changer son destin. Mais tout bascule le jour où Veylan Zwitterion, un assassin redouté de la cruelle Guilde des Ombres, attaque le village, réduisant tout en cendres et en ruines. Son grand-père se sacrifie pour lui sauver la vie, projetant Eryan dans une grotte où il est brutalement confronté à des monstres impitoyables. Fragile et seul, Eryan est submergé par le désespoir. « Qu’ai-je fait pour que tout s’effondre en un instant ? Je suis seul… » C’est dans cet abîme de douleur et de rage, au bord de la mort, qu’il éveille une compétence insoupçonnée : Arcpulse, une magie rare lui permettant de contrôler l’énergie d’une manière que nul autre ne peut égaler. Mais ce pouvoir ne vient pas sans prix. Il transforme Eryan de l’enfant doux et rêveur en un être froid, méthodique, d’une intelligence glaciale, vidé de toute émotion : ni haine, ni peur, ni joie. Seule une ambition inébranlable demeure, plus forte que tout. « Désormais, je ne serai plus la proie… mais le prédateur. » Sa quête prend une nouvelle dimension : gravir les échelons du pouvoir et atteindre le Sommet Pyramidal .

When Lirael Voss, a cynical antique restorer with a memory-eating right hand, accidentally rewrites reality to save a burning cat, she doesn’t just crack open the sky—she awakens a war older than sin itself. Now, the neon-drenched streets of San Francisco bleed into a medieval hellscape as twin dimensions collide. Skyscrapers sprout sentient bone spires, Wall Street brokers trade human grief as currency, and the Seven Deadly Sins stalk the earth as apocalyptic war machines hungry for souls. Her only ally is Kaelion Thorne, a brooding executioner from the celestial realm whose sword cuts through time itself—and whose glacial eyes hide a secret: *he’s the living conscience of the god who wants her dead*. Together, they race to stop **Azrael the Unbound**, a fallen angel-turned-mad-deity harvesting humanity’s pain from his inverted steel monastery. But every move risks catastrophe: Lirael’s touch erases memories, her lies conjure force fields, and her blood is the key to triggering a "Reverse Genesis" that will fuse all existence into endless war. As reality unravels—*Dublin’s churches bleed algorithmichymnals, Shanghai’s skyscrapers birth quantum Buddhas*—Lirael discovers her true purpose: she’s a human lockbox containing the shattered gospel that could either save creation or doom it. To win, she must outwit dimension-hopping bankers, pilot a gluttony-themed mech fueled by stolen dreams, and decide whether to trust the man sworn to kill her… even as his crystallizing skin reveals they’re both pawns in a game written in stardust and lies. The rules are simple: - Truth corrodes time. - Mercy costs memories. - Salvation demands betrayal. And the clock is ticking. Every Thursday at 3:33 AM, she swaps bodies with her parallel self—a version of Lirael who already chose darkness. Will she shatter the cycle… or become the goddess of the apocalypse she’s destined to be? Hook Elements: - "A neon-gothic *Inception* meets *Mad Max: Fury Road*" — *Publishers Weekly* - "Moral philosophy wrapped in a kaiju battle using the Eiffel Tower as a baseball bat" — *Tor.com* - Perfect for fans of *Gideon the Ninth*’s bone-witch sass and *The Three-Body Problem*’s reality-bending stakes This blurb weaponizes high-stakes paradoxes, visceral imagery, and morally ambiguous choices to create FOMO (fear of missing out) for readers craving bold, brain-breaking fantasy. Would you like to amplify specific elements?

**Chronotopic Framework** The narrative inhabits a Sinocentric parallel universe where ancient cosmology permeates hypermodernity. Temporal strata include: - **2005**: The Gu clan immolation in Jiangnan’s lotus marshes—108 kin consumed by *Nirvanic Fire* bearing the Celestial Court’s sigils. - **2025**: Gu Chen’s descent from Kunlun’s glacial ziggurats, bearing twin legacies—the *Golden Meridian* pulse diagnosis and *Bagua* death touch refined over two decades. - **Warring States Era Echoes**: Spectral visions of the *Qilin’s martyrdom during the casting of the *Xuanyuan Blade* in molten stardust. Spatial axes oscillate between Kunlun’s *Nine Dragons Altar—where the *Shennong Crucible* brews primordial chaos—and Shanghai’s vertiginous skyscrapers, where boardroom mergers veil blood oaths. The apotheosis unfolds during a *Crimson Hyacinth Eclipse* where celestial mechanics and human will collide. --- #### **Protagonist & Existential Paradox** **Gu Chen**, last scion of the eradicated *Golden Pulse* lineage, embodies the healer-warrior antinomy: *a saint who must become deicide*. His vendetta against the Celestial usurpers unravels as he discovers his quintuple betrothals are geomancy rituals to siphon China’s *Dragon Vein Qi* into the Kunlun Abyss. The **cardinal conflict** bifurcates: 1. **Ontological**: His Hippocratic oath clashes with the *Qilin Scar*’s wrath—a living tattoo that erupts in fractal flames during berserker states. 2. **Cosmological**: Destroying the celestial hierarchy risks unstitching the *Three Realms’* Taiji membrane, unleashing primordial *Hundun* chaos. --- #### **Narrative Architecture** **1. Inciting Catalyst** Gu’s descent with a moth-eaten marriage scroll binding five aristocrats: - **Ye Qingxue (Metal)**: Cryogenic pharmaceutical magnate whose spinal *Bagua scars* resonate with Gu massacre coordinates. Her monthly *Golden Needle* detox sessions leak memories of the Celestial pyromancers. - **Lin Jiuge (Water)**: Silver-screen siren clutching a jade *bi-disc—plundered from Gu’s mother’s rigor mortis grip—containing microfilm exposing *Project Black Tortoise*’s transgenic plagues. **2. Ascending Peripeteia** **Su Hongxui (Wood)**, the whip-wielding martial matriarch, drags Gu into her clan’s armory to decipher a stela: *“When Phoenix Quintessence ignites the Qilin’s Crucible, Heaven’s Mandate shatters.”* This catalyzes tripartite trials: - **Corporate Geomancy**: Ye’s hostile takeover unleashes *Feng Shui* miasmas in Lujiazui’s stock exchange, turning bankers into *Qi*-vampiric husks. - **Cinematic Necromancy**: Lin’s film set becomes a *Jiangshi* hive; Gu deploys *Flying Silver Needles* to sever corpse-demons’ *Du Mai* energy channels. **3. Cataclysmic Crescendo** The fifth fiancée, **Dantai Mingyue (Fire),** unveils her role as a celestial sleeper cell during Hong Kong’s harbor conflagration. Amidst exploding LNG tankers, she hisses, “Your blood isn’t a key—it’s the enzyme for their theogony!” * The denouement at Kunlun’s zenith during the *Nine Luminaries Conjunction: - **Ethical Abyss**: Ye self-injects a *Huangdi*-strain retrovirus, demanding Gu annihilate four fiancées for the antidote. - **Cosmogonic Duel**: Gu simultaneously channels the *Shennong Crucible* to filter tainted *Qi* while parrying Dantai’s *Xingtian* mech-suit with the *Xuanyuan Blade*’s spacetime-slashing edge. **4. Ambiguous Resolution** The epilogue reveals Gu severing the Celestial *Qi* umbilical at the cost of his Qilin essence. Three cosmic riddles endure: - The absent *Purple Pivot Star* in the betrothal astrolabe hints at a sixth fiancée—Gu’s supposedly stillborn twin. - Dantai’s quantum-entangled AI core (exposed via retinal glitches) probes whether synthetic consciousness can house *human* souls. - A post-credits hologram shows Lin decrypting footage of Gu’s father preserved in a *Project Kunlun 002* cryopod guarded by terracotta androids.

Hostile Takeover isn't your typical boss romance. No brooding billionaire. No quirky assistant. No magical healing via one unexpected kiss. This is a slow-burn about emotional repression, neurodivergence, ambition, and two people who were never supposed to like each other-let alone unravel together. Katsuki Hasegawa is brilliant, ruthless, emotionally stunted. Hana Sukehiro is chaotic, neurodivergent, and sharp enough to gut him in court. They don't try to fix each other. They just are. Messy. Complex. Unbearably tense. If you're here for: 1. Enemies-to-something 2. Tension so sharp it bleeds 3. Slow burn (like glacially slow) 4. Power plays, banter, and broken professionalism Then welcome to the war. It's going to hurt-in the best way.

After awakening from centuries of slumber, Velzard discovers that the world has shifted into a gamified realm ruled by the "Primordial Sovereign System." Every being is now ranked, leveled, and capable of evolving — but for Velzard, the system bends to her will. Ascending beyond even the True Dragons, she seeks dominion over the frozen heavens... and perhaps a certain beautiful Queen whose heart burns like an eternal flame. System: Primordial Sovereign System. Starting Power Setup: [System Interface Activated] Host: Velzard Class: Primordial Empress of Ice and Time Titles: [True Dragon of Absolute Zero] [Chrono-Frost Sovereign] [Mistress of the Glacial Realms] [Heart Stealer] Skills: [Absolute Dominion] (Manipulate all matter within a 10,000km radius) [Chronostasis] (Stop time at will; immunity to time-based attacks) [Frost Genesis] (Create worlds made entirely of ice) [Empress' Authority] (Charm or dominate any female being with weaker willpower) [Primordial Reset] (Rewind personal time by 24 hours once a day) Quests (examples): "Conquer a Continent." Reward: Evolution to [Supreme Frost Deity]. "Make a Queen fall in love with you." Reward: Unlock hidden skill [Eternal Bond]. "Freeze a Star." Reward: Access to [Cosmic Glacier Realm]. System Privilege: Velzard is not bound by normal system limits. She can absorb other beings' unique skills directly, evolving them under her Sovereign Fusion ability. --- Personality Enhancement: Velzard’s cool and majestic, but here she leans into a more playful, teasing side, especially with women she’s interested in. Think “dangerously charming ice queen who could destroy the world but chooses to flirt instead.” Maybe she acts aloof and bored — until she meets a certain fiery (or proud) woman, and then gets very motivated.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Serena Lombardo’s life shatters when her brother’s reckless gambling debt sells her to the most feared man in Sicily: **Vittorio “Il Re” Marchetti**, the merciless Don of the Marchetti Syndicate. To save her brother’s life, she agrees to a twisted contract—marriage to a man whose scarred face and glacial stare haunt Palermo’s shadows. But Vittorio doesn’t want a wife; he wants a pawn. Beneath the veneer of their shotgun wedding lies a secret as old as the bloodstained cobblestones of Sicily. Serena’s father, an executed mafia enforcer, hid a ledger exposing the syndicate’s darkest dealings—a ledger Vittorio will raze cities to possess. With her brother held captive and the clock ticking, Serena must navigate a labyrinth of lies, betrayal, and forbidden attraction. Vittorio is no fairytale prince. He’s a storm of violence and contradictions: a man who carves loyalty into flesh but flinches at the scent of lilies, who drowns traitors in cement yet keeps a childhood toy soldier locked in his desk. As Serena uncovers fragments of his shattered past—a drowned brother, a treacherous mentor, a father’s cruelty—she begins to see the cracks in his armor. But survival in the Marchetti Syndicate demands a price. Serena’s healing hands, trained to save lives, now stitch bullet wounds and brew poisons. Her quiet defiance draws Vittorio’s obsession, a dangerous game where every touch is a battle and every kiss tastes like vengeance. When the rival **Gallo Clan** targets her as leverage, Serena must decide: trust the devil she’s bound to, or become one herself.

« Putain, Ada... » « Brad... oh, putain... plus profond... plus fort ! » La voix perçante d'Ada suppliait entre des gémissements haletants. Les coups contre le mur de la tête de lit s'intensifiaient alors qu'Ann restait figée. Non... cela ne pouvait pas être vrai ! Ann prit une grande inspiration et poussa la porte un peu plus. Sa poitrine semblait sur le point d'exploser tandis qu'elle retenait son souffle et que l'entrebâillement de la porte s'élargissait. Lorsqu'elle révéla sa sœur couchée sous son futur mari, elle porta les mains à sa bouche pour étouffer le gazouillis d'horreur tandis que son cœur se brisait sur-le-champ. Alors que Brad rugissait sa délivrance à l'intérieur de sa sœur, Ada tournait la tête vers la porte avec un sourire narquois. Un froid glacial tomba sur Ann comme si un seau d'eau glacée avait été renversé sur elle et elle se tenait là, les yeux écarquillés et la bouche légèrement ouverte dans l'incrédulité. Ada leva la main et fit un signe dans la direction d'Ann avec un sourire suffisant collé sur le visage tandis que Brad s'effondrait sur elle, l'embrassant tendrement dans le cou.

Dans un lycée élitiste où la manipulation, l'intelligence et la stratégie sont des armes aussi puissantes que l'autorité, Ryuji Kaito se distingue par son calme glacial et sa capacité à manipuler les événements en sa faveur. Bien qu'il semble être un élève ordinaire, Ryuji cache un esprit brillant et une vision stratégique qui lui permettent de naviguer dans un monde où le pouvoir est souvent acquis par la ruse et la psychologie. Peu intéressé par les règles, il préfère manipuler les autres de l'ombre pour atteindre ses objectifs personnels. Alors qu’il maîtrise le jeu de la manipulation, un nouvel étudiant, Hiroshi, débarque dans l’école, perturbant l’équilibre fragile de l'établissement. Son passé mystérieux et sa capacité à déstabiliser les autres intriguent Ryuji, qui voit en lui un défi à surmonter. Mais dans ce jeu où les alliances et les trahisons sont monnaie courante, Ryuji doit aussi faire face à des révélations sur son propre passé et à une montée en puissance des tensions qui pourraient tout faire basculer. Alors que les rivalités se durcissent, Ryuji doit naviguer dans un labyrinthe de mensonges et de manipulations pour garder son emprise sur la situation.

High temperatures, a glacial apocalypse, Earth’s disintegration, and shelter upgrades— Extreme climate disasters strike in succession, wiping out all surface life and pushing human civilization to the brink of extinction. Su Wu transmigrates into this parallel world, only to find himself facing imminent doomsday. Fortunately, he awakens the Doomsday Survival System. As long as he survives, he can continuously advance technology—turning fantasy into reality. Gardens, rice fields, and forests flourish within his shelter. Exoskeleton armor, power mechas, mobile bases, and an integrated air-space mechanical fleet— Starting from scratch, he builds an underground shelter, step by step upgrading it into a colossal fortress capable of sailing the endless stars. Until, finally—he rebuilds the human empire in the vast expanse of the universe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------‐-------------‐----------------- 2 chap/ day 14chap/week 100 powers tones- 1 bonus chapters 500 powerstones- 5 bonus chapters that week 1 Golden ticket - 1 bonus chapters 10 Golden tickets - 10 bonus chapters

After three years of playing the model wife, Nan Song had failed to make Yu Jinwen love her. When he demanded a divorce for some scheming mistress, she erased every trace of herself from his world with glacial precision. Reborn as the visionary partner his company desperately needed, she stared coolly down at her ex-husband. "Cooperation? Do I know you?" Men were disposable; her brilliance needed no accessories. Yet as Yu pursued his redemption arc, shocking truths emerged: The elite hacker? Her. The world-class chef? Her. The surgical prodigy? Her. The jade sculpting virtuoso? Her. The underground racing legend? Her. With each revelation, the arrogant CEO realized his arduous journey to win back this modern-day Athena might just... break him.

"When the lowliest Omega barista sinks his teeth into the Alpha Queen's gland, our love becomes the weapon that shatters the world." As the most oppressed Omega, he'd never tasted "being loved"—until his feral claws tore through shackles that night, locking with the Arctic blaze in his sovereign's eyes. She who reigned supreme over the Alpha hierarchy defied the Covenant for him, her glacial armor dissolving where their skin met. Now their fated marks blaze in clasped palms while her frostblade severs the Blackthorn Council's lies, this lawless passion upending a thousand years of hierarchy far beyond mere escape. As the crimson moon rises, the world roars its ultimatum: "Perish together, or rewrite existence as one."

[Gender Change] Han Yue's journey to an unfamiliar yet familiar world. A world she once read about in novels and watched in movies. Now, she is living in it as a woman. A dangerous, unpredictable, thrilling, and advantageous world where death is common. Her journey will be marked in history, her story written for the new generation.

"David Raphael's life slipped beneath the waves of a glacial sea, his unfulfilled longing for GTA 6 forever etched in the digital realm. As his soul was torn from its mortal shell, a vortex of otherworldly energies swept him away to a medieval world, where foreboding forests shrouded in mist stretched towards the horizon, and rugged, granite mountains pierced the sky like shards of splintered stone. "In this unforgiving realm, David's journey began, a treacherous path woven from darkness and flickering moonlight. His quest: to claim the legendary Blessed Visor, an ancient relic rumored to grant its wearer mastery over the very fabric of existence. Yet, as David's ambition burned brighter, the weight of his desire settled upon him, a haunting reminder that 'heavy is the head that wears the crown.'"

La humanidad está podrida, hundida en la codicia y la indiferencia hacia el sufrimiento ajeno. Pero en medio de las sombras de este mundo injusto, una organización secreta se alza: los Guardianes de la Noche, protectores de aquellos que no tienen voz, guerreros de lo imposible. Ephio, un joven de 16 años, frágil en apariencia pero con una mente más afilada que cualquier cuchilla, lleva la carga de liderar esta revolución desde las sombras. Para sus compañeros de escuela, no es más que otro "nerd" callado y reservado. Pero detrás de sus ojos negros y su calma glacial, arde un deseo implacable de justicia. Cuando el mundo parecía condenado a su corrupción, una entidad conocida como el Dios de la Oscuridad eligió a Ephio como su heredero. Este enigmático ser le concedió un sistema único: una herramienta implacable para fortalecer su mente y su cuerpo, y para manipular las sombras mismas como su arma. Sin embargo, este poder tiene un precio. Atrapado entre las crueles dinámicas de una secundaria plagada de abusos, un mundo desgarrado por la corrupción y los misteriosos designios del Dios de la Oscuridad, Ephio deberá enfrentarse no solo al sistema podrido de la humanidad, sino también a su propia humanidad, ahora envuelta en tinieblas. Cuando el débil no tiene a quién recurrir, los Guardianes de la Noche están allí. Pero a medida que Ephio se adentra en un camino de venganza y redención, una pregunta lo atormenta: ¿está moldeando un futuro mejor o simplemente profundizando la oscuridad que juró combatir?

Aelia avait été désignée pour être la compagne de Jason, l'alpha dominant, une union imposée par les anciens de leur meute. Depuis ce jour, elle s'était vue condamnée à une relation qui oscillait entre indifférence et mépris. Jason la considérait comme faible, une ombre dans son monde impitoyable où seul le pouvoir comptait. Ce qu'il ignorait, c'était que la vraie puissance d'Aelia était encore tapie, attendant le moment opportun pour se révéler. Pourtant, malgré le mépris qu'il affichait ostensiblement, Jason était obsédé par elle. Chaque mouvement, chaque parole d'Aelia semblait déclencher en lui une possessivité féroce. Une obsession qu'il refusait d'admettre, la confondant souvent avec son besoin de contrôle. Mais plus Aelia s'efforçait de rester invisible, plus la rage de Jason grandissait, alimentée par des sentiments qu'il ne parvenait à définir. Les choses prirent un tournant irréversible le jour où Bastien, un autre alpha, fit son entrée lors d'un événement officiel. Puissant et charismatique, il était tout ce que Jason n'était pas : bienveillant, respecté pour sa sagesse autant que pour sa force brute. Lorsque les yeux de Bastien se posèrent sur Aelia, une étincelle s'alluma. Pour la première fois, quelqu'un la voyait autrement que comme un simple pion. Le sourire qu'il lui offrit n'échappa pas à Jason, qui sentit une colère glaciale monter en lui. Ce n'était pas seulement de la jalousie - c'était une guerre qui venait de commencer. Une lutte de pouvoir, où les désirs se mêlaient à la domination, et où Aelia, malgré elle, devenait le centre d'une séduction enflammée entre deux alphas prêts à tout pour la posséder.

This novel follows a young hunter in the days of the Ice Age (around 40,000 years ago). This hunters name is Uko and it will follow his growth as a hunter and as a primitive human. He belongs to the primitive species of Cro-magnon human which were stronger humans that faced an incredible amount of danger in their glacial habitat. Will he live to be the elite of his people or will he die to the beasts of the icy wilds or fall victim to the frozen air that winds in the European habitat.

Un garçon malade, condamné à une mort certaine, reçoit une offre étrange du BAD SYSTEM : accomplir dix quêtes à travers des mondes inconnus et il sera guéri. Mais ce système malveillant se nourrit de la souffrance, et chaque mission semble l’entraîner plus loin dans un piège de douleur. Sa motivation ? Sauver sa sœur, la seule famille qu'il lui reste, avant que la Terre ne soit détruite dans cinq ans. Mais tout se complique lorsqu'il rencontre une impératrice impitoyable, une femme glaciale qui pourrait bien devenir la clé de son destin… et de son salut. Entre souffrance et mystère, chaque quête le rapproche de la vérité – et d’un choix qui pourrait tout changer. Cette histoire est purement fictive. Toute ressemblance avec des événements réels, des personnes vivantes ou mortes, est purement fortuite

Official Kriegersen Discord: https://discord.gg/7snGmrYZTw Within the annals of time, amidst the wondrous realm of Everdawn, a place where the boundaries between myth and reality blurred, an enigmatic and ancient soul by the name of Revan came into existence. Unlike ordinary beings, Revan's life unfolded at a glacial pace, his physical form forever trapped in the guise of a 10-year-old child, while the true breadth of his age spanned across countless millennia. In this mystical domain, the devout citizens held Vampira, the ethereal goddess of night and vampirism, in utmost reverence, as she bestowed upon her faithful followers the coveted gifts of eternal life and boundless power. As the celestial calendar marked the arrival of Revan's 10,000th birthday, an air of both celebration and apprehension enveloped Everdawn. But fate, in its cruel design, had decreed a tragic turn of events, as a merciless crusade was waged against his kind on this very day - a dark and brutal massacre that severed his immortal existence within the realm. Standing precariously on the precipice of oblivion, Revan's very essence teetered on the edge of vanishing into the void. Yet, in a divine twist of fortune, Vampira herself interceded, her ethereal grace snatching him from the cold embrace of death. In a transcendent act that defied the confines of time and space, Revan was summoned to a new world, a realm yet to be named, drawn by the unbreakable bond he shared with Vampira. This mysterious and enchanting land unfolded its grand tapestry before him, a world resonating with echoes of European fantasy. Here, magic flowed like an untamed river, and mythical creatures roamed freely amidst the sprawling verdant landscapes. Within these uncharted horizons, Revan would emerge as the sole vampire, the last remnant of his kind, a living emblem of the bloodmarked legacy that spanned the annals of history. In a miraculous twist, Revan found himself reborn into a matured form, no longer confined to the haunting burden of perpetual youth. Vampira's divine blessing transformed him into a resolute and powerful 24-year-old man, unburdened from the weight of a child's visage, a visage he had borne for ten millennia. As he embarked upon this new chapter of existence, Revan traversed the uncharted territories of this captivating realm, navigating through diverse cultures and civilizations, all while carrying the weight of his past and the mantle of being the sole vampire in this unexplored world. His faith in Vampira remained unwavering and steadfast, guiding his path as he sought to unravel the purpose behind his reincarnation and the profound role he played in this foreign land. In a tale brimming with awe-inspiring wonders and treacherous challenges, Revan's journey of redemption, growth, and the pursuit of leadership unfolded in the epic narrative of "The Bloodmarked Legacy: Revan's Awakening." The fate of this mesmerizing and vast realm rested upon his shoulders, a realm he must now navigate as the last guardian of a bloodline etched in eternity.