Find And Read Records Of Her Parents In The Ruins

Rowan Kuranes awoke in a new world inside the body of a dying prince. His latest body contains terrifying secrets that he has to protect, for inside him lies the key to Eternity. He alone possesses the bloodline of The Ouroboros Serpents with authority over Time. He had Dominion over Sheol, and every soul would be his to keep. He lords over the Host of the Highest Heavens to the Abyssal Horde of the Deepest Hells. To survive, Rowan must learn to harness his new abilities and fight against his enemies who would stop at nothing to deprive him of his powers. Yet he must strive to keep some of his humanity alive, as he continuously evolves beyond godhood. A/N: There are horror elements, including Eldritch Horror from Lovecraft. A fan of blood-borne and abominable horrors that go bump in the night would love it. Epic action set pieces, and galaxy-wide battles, with an extremely overpowered MC who is a one-man army. https://discord.gg/UVvSCCMnCU Check out my discord. All future giveaways, fan art, and other fun stuff will be posted there. Thank you

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

(currently editing) If you blame the victim, then you stand for the perpetrator. — "You say a word and I'll step back. Tell me not to touch you," Louis murmured, his own control slipping as he admitted to his profound yearning for her touch. "Get away from me," she managed to whisper. "Mean it, Verena," he persisted, the insistence in his voice urging her to make a definitive choice. His hand advanced, inching closer to her neck, his touch lingering there momentarily before retreating, a delicate dance of desire. For a second, silence hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken tension. Then, as if her inner turmoil had reached its peak, the words spilled from her lips. "I fucking hate you," she spat out. Without further hesitation, Verena surged forward, her hand finding its way to the back of his neck. In an instant, her lips crashed against his. — Verena Bradbury's life took a treacherous turn after a fateful party. Little did she know that her innocent decision to enter a villa with five strangers would result in her becoming a criminal and spending four years behind bars. Upon her release, Verena was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against Arriana Vandeleur and her accomplices, who had framed her. Determined to tear them apart, she meticulously plans her revenge. However, in a cruel twist of fate, Verena suddenly found herself burdened with heavy responsibilities she never could have anticipated: she was forced to become the wife of Louis Heisenberng, the most handsome and youngest billionaire in their country. Louis, driven by his dark obsessions, kidnapped Verena and enforced their union by forging their marriage certificate without a trace of hesitation. In a chilling race against time, Verena fought against the shackles of her forced matrimony and plotted her daring escape. As Verena delved deeper into Louis's world of privilege and power, she unravelled a sinister web of secrets and deceit. With each shocking revelation, Verena's determination to bring down her captor intensifies, no matter the risks involved. In "Ruins Of The Glory," Verena Bradbury found herself trapped in a thrilling rollercoaster ride of lies, betrayal, and desperation. Will she be able to break free from her nightmarish entrapment and expose the truth, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her? -Author's Books- WILDBLOOD (ongoing) Ruins Of The Glory (ongoing) Thee Spark (coming soon)

Eric Yang has spent years burying the demons of his fractured past. When a cryptic message forced him to confront the remnants of his tormentor’s existence, a chilling reality emerges. A room filled with disturbing sketches and a mysterious mark on his body hint at a sinister connection to Zeke Ramirez, the creator of his nightmares. As the lines between sanity and madness blur, Eric finds himself trapped in a deadly game of survival with a man consumed by obsession, now crumbling amidst the ruins of an unforgettable past. Meanwhile, an uncanny encounter brings Lucian Wolfe and Mattias Wren together, two men unknowingly tied by fate. As they grapple with their hidden pasts and the terrifying lives that haunt their every moment, they find themselves caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Desperately seeking escape, they are instead trapped in a dreamless valley of "Night Ghosts," where the shadows of their histories threaten to consume them.'

Buried under myths, magic, and lies… was a civilization that made gods look primitive. When I woke up in this broken world, I was no hero. Just another scavenger searching the sands for scraps. Until I touched the relic. Until the memories bled through. Now I remember algorithms masked as spells, reactors mistaken for gods, and a war so advanced it reset the world. They think I’m lowborn. They think I’m powerless. But every time I breathe, the past awakens—and with it, the truth that could break this world again. History is a lie. Magic is technology. And I… am the last Reclaimer. — A viral fusion of reincarnation, ancient tech, and twisted memory recovery. Perfect for fans of "Shadow Slave," "Release That Witch," and "The Beginning After The End." PS:- i don't own any of the book names written above except mine.

[Mature Content | R-18+] "You deserve to die." "How lowly of you to think you could ever belong with us." "A slut like you could never be my Luna." Amelia Everleigh was mocked for existing, condemned for loving, and betrayed for her loyalty. Born a prodigy in the prestigious Healers’ family of the West, she gave up diamonds for stones, power for love—and it destroyed her. Her healing formations could mend any wound but the one carved deep in her heart. She died unloved, discarded, broken. But the heavens heard her final vow: revenge. Now reborn just days before her marriage, Amelia refuses to be a pawn again. She’ll rewrite fate—even if it means stepping into the darkness. But fate isn’t so easy to tame. This time, two powerful men stand in her way—and in her heart. The Alpha King who once died for her... and the mysterious stranger who claims her soul. On her eighteenth birthday, both stake their claim—and neither is willing to let go. --- "You swore loyalty. Prove it—with your love, and your body." —The Alpha King, before crashing his lips against her throat and pushing her onto the bed. "You saved my life. Now this body is yours. And I take care of what’s mine." —The mysterious man, as he seals his promise with a possessive kiss. --- Torn between loyalty and desire, past and present, Amelia must decide: Will she choose one of them, or will the truth lurking beneath their devotion shatter her all over again? WSA 2025 Entry – Add to Library & Support!

Spies die in silence. Saints burn in light. Era might do both. After a lifetime of covert operations and moral compromises, Era hoped to spend her exile in quiet prayer at an English monastery. But when a corpse levitates during evening vespers and the sweet old nuns start collecting its blood like holy wine, she realises she’s stepped into something far older and far worse than sin. Soon, she’s in the custody of H.V.N, a shadowed agency that doesn’t serve any country, but answers directly to the gods. Plural. And they’re not happy. Because Era wasn’t meant to get involved. Now, she has two choices: execution… or servitude. Her only option is to survive the God's trials, prove herself useful, and perhaps earn a place in a pantheon-bound war where saints are spies and magic comes with contracts. But Era’s never played by anyone’s rules-least of all gods with agendas. And the deeper she falls into their tangled world of relics, prophecy, and judgment, the more she begins to suspect this wasn’t an accident at all. Maybe Era was never just an unlucky witness. Maybe she was the trigger.

"Born into a ruthless world, Elyar is the son of a merciless gang leader. When he's forced to lure a genius hacker girl into their trap... he unexpectedly falls for her. But can light survive in the heart of darkness, or will fate destroy them both?"

In a world torn by endless war and unyielding conflict, where hatred reigned and hope was all but lost, new enemies descended from the skies—ushering in a war unlike any before. Amidst the chaos, a young man named Judas rose from the ashes of suffering. He had lost everything to war… yet he did not break. With unshakable resolve, he stood against the fury of the world. And in a time when humanity teetered on the edge of extinction, he silenced the guns, ended the bloodshed, and became the flame that reignited hope. Judas— The one who stopped the wars… and upheld the last light of humanity.

With the clashing might of steam and rune, who can discern the true patterns of reality? Shrouded in cosmic silence and ancient malevolence, who or what is the lurking entity that unravels existence? Waking up to a world fractured by incomprehensible forces, Elias Reed finds himself reborn as Alucent Luci in a steampunk-fantasy realm where he sees a society filled with steam engines, rune-forged automatons, arcane Runeforce, intricate Fate-Weaving, terrifying Void corruption, and fragmented echoes of a distant Earth. The Loom's song continues to echo, but the Void's silence has never gone far. Follow Alucent as he finds himself entangled with the very fabric of reality, battling conceptual horrors while slowly developing perilous powers from his unique Void Path and his connection to the Loom. Like the enigmatic "Loom's New Anchor" that binds his fate to cosmic truths, this is the legend of "Alucent Luci," the Ruinwright destined to fight for the coherence of all existence.

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one. Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence. I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation. Now he’s back. Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom. But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire. Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried. Or the child. One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood. But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him. Freedom has a price. So does vengeance. And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.

Setelah kekalahan Denmark, Swedia datang ke daratan Jerman untuk menyalakan kembali harapan Protestan yang diinjak-injak Kekaisaran Romawi Suci. Namun, di tengah kabut perang dan perebutan kota demi kota, perlahan muncul bisik-bisik aneh di antara para tentara. Malam yang semakin sunyi, pasukan yang tewas tanpa sebab jelas, dan rahasia kelam yang perlahan menyelimuti medan perang. Robert, seorang prajurit muda, dan Paul, sahabat yang selalu bersamanya, mendapati bahwa musuh mereka bukan hanya pedang dan peluru... tetapi sesuatu yang jauh lebih gelap—sesuatu yang lahir dari ambisi manusia sendiri.

"Am I the one who killed all the heroes?!" This question haunted Fionn, a guide who awoke amidst a jumble of corpses scattered haphazardly within an ancient dungeon. The darkness and the stench of blood formed the backdrop as he made a startling discovery—a corpse that resembled him among the other victims. Shocked and confused, Fionn tried to convince himself that he wasn't the perpetrator of this massacre. He decided to escape the dungeon, adopting the identity of Fionn the Guide, hoping to find answers to the mystery that surrounded the place. Yet, the question of who he truly was and why he had awakened in this dungeon kept looming over him. With incomplete memories and inconsistent recollections, Fionn struggled to piece together the events that led to this catastrophe at every step he took.

An egoistic person when finds the right person turns to be the gentlest

[Survival + Pioneering] Welcome to the world of survival! Here, forget everything you once had and fight to stay alive! Starting with nothing but a single treehouse seed, you must find hope for survival in this perilous jungle. 【Unlocking Creator Permissions for the Survival World…】 Wait, what?! 【Creator Permissions Unlock Failed…】 What’s going on now?! This is a bizarre and fantastical world, where endless adventures await at every turn. A story of exploration and discovery, this tale focuses on daring expeditions, pioneering, and uncovering the mysteries of the world. It’s a thrilling journey to unveil the truth hidden behind this strange realm—definitely not your slow-paced farming story!

darkness,magic but dark no one to save/she rescued but never recover

This series of “Lost Records” contains the stories of long forgotten souls. These entries are not meant for the light hearted, they will contain dark and potentially disturbing depictions. Read at your own risk.

She was the perfect wife, until betrayal turned her into his worst nightmare. Rose DeLuca had it all—beauty, brains, and a billionaire husband. But behind Lorenzo Mancini's charming smile hid secrets darker than the shadows of their mansion. When Rose discovers his lies, his affairs, and the blood on his hands, she vanishes—leaving the world to believe she’s dead. But the Rose that returns is nothing like the woman they buried. With a new name, powerful allies, and vengeance coursing through her veins, she’s not just back to haunt him—she’s back to destroy him. Between stock market wars, secret lovers, mafia ties, and a mysterious billionaire who’s falling for her fire, Rose must play the game like a queen. And this time, she won't be the one left in ruins

Amina an Arabic female finds herself in a situation that she can't even imagine. At age 20 Amina had always dreamt of becoming a successful Nurse but she was forced by her parents to Marry a man she doesn't even know . What will Amina do? would she stick to her parents greediness for money and marry the man or follow her heart... This story will give you courage to fight for yourself ... when you find yourself in this kind of Amin's situation. Read the story let's see Amina braveness

In a world torn by forgotten wars and whispered prophecies, a lone figure awakens in a blood-soaked valley—bereft of name, memory, and meaning. Time fractures. Voices echo from beneath the skin. Shadows speak in riddles. And every step forward feels like the replay of an ancient sin. This is not a story of heroes. This is the unraveling of identity, the bleeding of reality into madness. Dreams rot. Faith mutates. And somewhere in the ruins, something is watching... laughing. Dive into a dark, surreal journey where nothing is certain—except that once you enter, you may not come back the

Growing up Nathaniel never believed in God nor the supernatural but science which is in his opinion the only reliable thing that one can lean on because ''Science doesn't lie'' it can explain everything so after getting into a argument with one of his friends who loves the supernatural he decided to conduct several rituals and create his own while applying to become a moon colonizer just to spite them and prove all that spirituality bullshit is fake. . You don't need to read chapter 0 it's just there for those you like piecing hidden lore together. . This novel will most likely be a slow burner running at least 1,000 chapters because that's how many I have planned give or take with a maybe side story that has the lore of the world in it once this reaches chapter 100 and the fate's of well you know who will be revealed.

En un mundo donde el maná define tu destino, las ruinas divinas esconden secretos que podrían cambiarlo todo. Naza, un joven marcado por un pasado desconocido y un cabello dividido entre la luz y la oscuridad, despierta en un continente gobernado por magia, bestias y antiguas guerras olvidadas. Con un núcleo fuera de lo común y habilidades que desafían la lógica de este nuevo mundo, Naza se verá arrastrado al corazón de una batalla entre reinos, facciones ocultas… y seres que trascienden la comprensión humana. ¿Podrá un alma reencarnada desatar el verdadero poder del Geo y sobrevivir en un mundo donde incluso los dioses han caído? Prepárate para hechizos colosales, traiciones desgarradoras y batallas que sacudirán los cielos. Las ruinas hablan… y Naza está escuchando.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

Xin Yuan was a noble lady who lived like a perfect princess. Yet behind her gentle and refined demeanor, Xin Yuan harbored a deep desire to become a goddess and to master the celestial arts. On the other hand, Xin Meng was an ordinary girl who shared a close friendship with Ah-Yuan. The two were true companions — strikingly similar and often inseparable. One day, the Celestial Empire issued a divine decree appointing Xin Meng as the Heavenly Consort Candidate, destined to marry the Supreme God of the Celestial Realm. Upon hearing this, Xin Meng immediately told Xin Yuan. However, Xin Meng had no desire to become a consort or a goddess — she only wished for a peaceful life in the mortal world. On the very night before her ascension to the Celestial Realm, Xin Meng disappeared — and out of necessity, Xin Yuan was forced to take her place, impersonating her and pretending to be Xin Meng... What will happen next? And where has Xin Meng gone? ___________________________________ Update Every : Friday And Saturday Original Novel By : ShuoZhiYue™

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