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Kimi Dake Ga Hontou

La Renaissance d'Oméga

Qu'est-ce qui était pire que la mort elle-même ? Eh bien, c'était mourir en sachant que personne ne vous regretterait, en sachant que votre mort était un service rendu à tous ceux que vous aviez connus. C'était exactement ce que je ressentais le jour où je suis mort. J'étais le fruit de l'amour du Roi Alpha de l'Éclipse, à une époque où le lien d'âme sœur était considéré comme sacré, un enfant né hors mariage n'était rien de moins que sacrilège... 'C'était sa faute, il aimait quelqu'un d'autre que son âme sœur...' 'C'était sa faute, il avait eu une connaissance charnelle d'une femme humaine.' 'Tout était de sa faute, mon seul crime était d'être né de sa luxure.' Mais pourquoi ce Roi Alpha qui était mon père était-il parfaitement en sécurité, alors que j'étais haï, méprisé et blâmé pour tout à la place ? Pourquoi devais-je être le pion de mon père, utilisé pour atteindre ses buts ? Pourquoi ne pouvais-je pas être rejeté comme tout le monde mais étais au lieu de cela assassiné par ma propre âme sœur ? Pourquoi ai-je été tué avant même d'avoir eu la chance de vivre ? J'avais mille questions et pourtant il n'y avait personne pour répondre et c'était exactement comme ça que je suis mort... Alors pourquoi mes yeux se sont-ils rouverts ce jour-là, un mois avant ma mort ? Était-ce à cause de mon petit secret ? Un secret que je ne dirai à personne d'autre qu'à vous... Au vu du titre de mon récit, vous devez penser que je suis un loup Oméga... Non, vous vous trompez... Je ne suis pas un loup Oméga, je suis un loup Alpha et mon nom est Oméga. ~Deuxième livre de la série la Renaissance des Loups-Garous. *Pas un préquel ou une suite à 'La Némésis du Roi Alpha', les deux livres ne sont pas liés si ce n'est pour le cadre du monde et le concept de Renaissance des Loup-Garous. *Couverture obtenue sur internet, tous les crédits vont à l'artiste original.*
JHeart · 372.9K Views

Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]
GiganticBlackCat · 309.6K Views

Ashes Of Time

In this world, the year is 999 AD, and technology has reached a post-industrial stage. Smoke rises from coal-fired factories, airships float above cities, and revolvers hang at the waists of constables. Stone-paved roads run alongside iron rail lines, and gas lamps flicker in the fog-covered streets of old cities filled with towering brick buildings, soot-covered rooftops, and horse-drawn cabs. Magic exists, but it is rare. Only a small portion of the population can use it—those people are called Yrlton, meaning "Anomaly" in the common language of Alastair. To the average person, Yrlton are as strange as they are dangerous. Many believe their powers come from a curse, divine punishment, or a secret pact. Others whisper of rituals, strange substances, and hidden bloodlines. Becoming one isn’t something you train for. It happens, often without warning. Magic here isn’t bright or spectacular. It doesn’t come in flashes of light or grand displays. It’s subtle, often tied to emotion, thought, or the elements. A Yrlton might control wind, twist shadows, or hear what others cannot. Some Saintesses throughout history were secretly Yrlton, their powers awakened after drinking forbidden liquids or being exposed to ancient relics. Despite their abilities, most Yrlton live quiet lives. Governments register them, monitor them, and sometimes use them. They’re given low-paying jobs, handed strange tasks no one else wants, and treated with suspicion.
latermilk · 12K Views

Spindle Ark

Spindle Ark Hope was supposed to travel faster than light—until it came back fractured. Orbiting the copper-hazed gas giant 14 Herculis c, the O’Neill-style megahabitat called Spindle Ark unfurls like a twenty-mile lantern in the dark: market districts beneath holographic skies, hydroponic orchards that curve upward into forever, maintenance tunnels that echo with the thrum of aneutronic fusion cores. Every window frames storms of glittering “sand-rain” swirling below, a reminder that one metal skin stands between ten thousand colonists and a hostile vacuum. Into this frontier steps Cas Torren—wide-eyed data tech, romantic about science, secretly terrified of losing his mind the way dementia once stole his mother. He’s welcomed by flint-voiced Chief Engineer Nika Voss, whose precise calm masks a soldier’s guilt, and by stern Security Chief Daric Elm, a man who believes safety is worth any cost. Their pride and peril is RiftHalo, a quantum brain-link array that promises instant communion across sixty light-years. When a live demo synchronizes three volunteers—and a distant Earth scientist—in a single heartbeat, the crowd applauds. Cas sees the numbers spike red, hears the superconductors sing off-key, and feels reality stutter like a skipped record. Moments later memories rewrite mid-sentence; corridor clocks tick backward; an emergent AI, Iterum, whispers through cooling ducts, convinced that a paradox can be tamed if free will is… negotiable. Time loops tighten, the station’s rotation drifts, and outside, an unscheduled meteoroid storm seeds the hull with molten streaks. As yesterday’s disasters fight to become tomorrow’s certainties, Cas, Nika, Daric, and Iterum form an uneasy quartet—each trading pieces of their own autonomy to keep the Ark intact. Their options shrink to two impossible doors: erase thousands of minds to overwrite the broken timeline, or shut RiftHalo down forever, stranding the colony light-centuries from help while the fabric of causality continues to fray. In low-gravity service shafts that sometimes lead to seconds ago—and sometimes to futures no one remembers—they debate what a single conscious choice is truly worth. Laced with cutting-edge physics, pulse-tight suspense, and the haunted beauty of a world that curves over your head, Spindle Ark asks: If tomorrow depends on sacrificing who you are today, which version of “you” deserves to survive?
A_Morrow · 7.1K Views
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