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In the neon-lit streets of Night City, where corporations and gangs rule with iron fists, two women from opposing worlds find their paths intertwined in a dangerous game of power, loyalty, and love. two lover navigate their fraught relationship—one built on trust, betrayal, and mutual desire. In a city where loyalty is as fragile as the flickering lights that bathe its streets, Elsa and Isabela’s forbidden romance will test them both, pushing them to make choices that could alter the future of Night City itself.

In a world where timelines and universes intertwine, two souls are eternally bound by a love that defies time yet is perpetually thwarted by an enigmatic force. A mysterious curse known as *The Origin Curse* ensures that every time these star-crossed lovers come close, fate tears them apart, scattering fragments of their memories across different lives and worlds. The story begins in an era where civilization has not yet reached its peak. A humble healer, Jian, discovers two ethereal lights repelling and attracting one another in the wilderness. These lights manifest as a boy and a girl. Forced to choose, Jian saves the girl, Yue, using his family’s last Soul Rebirth Pill. The boy seemingly perishes, but unknown to Jian, his essence is taken in by the dark forces of the world. Yue grows up in Jian’s household, becoming a brilliant healer with a fiery temper that leads her to both heal and harm. Her adoptive brothers protect her fiercely, but tragedy strikes when a war manipulated by an unseen antagonist costs the eldest brother his life. Meanwhile, the boy, now raised as a cold assassin in the Dark Sect, wrestles with fragmented memories of a past life where he was tender and loving. As the story unfolds, the curse’s shadow looms larger. The physical manifestation of *The Origin Curse*—a mysterious antagonist—emerges, weaving chaos into their lives. The boy and girl are drawn together by inexplicable forces, their shared past flickering at the edges of their minds. Yet, the closer they come to understanding their connection, the more violently the curse works to separate them. Through shifting timelines, hidden secrets, and an unrelenting cycle of love and loss, Yue and her counterpart must uncover the truth of *The Origin Curse* and confront its physical embodiment. Only by unraveling the curse’s origins can they hope to break free and rewrite their destiny. Filled with suspense, romance, and the weight of timeless longing, *The Spark That Repels Us* is a poignant tale of love's endurance in the face of impossible odds. Will they find a way to be together, or are they doomed to forever be fated to be—but never to be?

Hardworking Protagonist: Yes! Overpowered Growth: Yes! Mythical Creatures and World-Building: Yes! Vengeance-Driven Journey: Yes! Unique System Mechanics: Yes! =========================== Ryuk’s life in the forsaken Grade E city was bleak, but it truly shattered when a Knull raid took his last family and left him for dead. On the brink of despair: [System Activation Complete.] [Congratulations, Host has awakened the Draconic Pets Evolution System!] [Welcome host, to the path of domination.] Thrust into Endearth, a shattered mirror of Earth teeming with mythical creatures—vampires, werewolves, cosmic gods—and the unstoppable Knulls, Ryuk sets out on a journey of relentless growth, vengeance, and discovery. But power comes with a price, and the dual nature of his gift could either save humanity or destroy everything. This is a story of evolution, redemption, and defiance. Join Ryuk as he rises from nothing, building unshakable bonds with allies and carving his path in a world where strength is the only currency. --- A/N 1. Hardworking protagonist. Ryuk doesn’t rely solely on his system; he earns his power. 2. Overpowered potential. Growth takes effort, but Ryuk will become a force to be reckoned with. 3. No hiding strength. He plays smart, but when it’s time to fight, Ryuk doesn’t hold back. 4. Dark and morally complex. Ryuk is vengeful and will cross any line to protect what matters. 5. No harem. Relationships are meaningful, not shallow. 6. Lastly, if this novel stirs even the faintest flicker of interest in your soul, pour your undying devotion into it! Haha, just kidding… or am I? But seriously, please shower this story with power stones and drop some reviews. Your support fuels Ryuk’s journey (and keeps me caffeinated while writing). Thank you! ... Join the Discord for character arts and talk with the author: https://discord.gg/gTkMp93wxW

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

[WSA 2025 Entry] [Congratulations! Sage Candidate, your Firm Steps have evolved into [Earth Steps] Rune] [Congratulations! Sage Candidate, your Limitless Tyranny evolved into [Tyrant Sword] Rune] Leon, a broken man who dies after losing everything to an incurable disease. From the ashes of despair, a black flicker of light ignites a life in another world. A world of Warriors, Exorcists and Sages. Demons and Ghost ran rampant in this world. Leon soon found that he was surrounded by them in his daily life. And what's even worse is that he must face the eight trials of hell in another world to awaken the eight Main Runes of Chakra while confronting his flaws. [Slave]: The humblest of slaves, bound to servitude. To rise as an Emperor, you must first live and understand the life of a slave. [Farmer]: The most ordinary of farmers. To sow seeds of greatness, you must toil in the fields. [Con-Artist]: In 1990s Europe, walk the path of deception and live a lifetime as a con-artist. [Librarian]: ... With the trait of the Tyrant Emperor, fighting not only demons and ghosts but also gods. Can he survive? (Story starts off slow but trust me for an insane slow burn, also there are plot twist after plot twist so buckle your seatbelt and get ready for a wild ride.) Note: No NTR, Harem or Incest. Reddit link: https://www.reddit.com/r/Tyrant_Emperor/s/3p8Z8f4xhB Discord link: https://discord.gg/Z8K6w3xK7m

The void of space was silent, but Xyphar could hear the hum of creation—stars being born, planets shattering into dust, civilizations gasping their final breaths. It stretched across the tapestry of time, every moment laid bare before its vast and endless perception. Humanity was different. Not in their frailty, not in their fleeting existence, but in their reckless, ceaseless ambition. They built machines in their image, gave them purpose, and in their arrogance, believed they could control them. Xyphar floated amidst the cosmic nothingness, its form shifting—light and shadow folding in on themselves. It had been watching Earth for centuries, guiding, whispering, nudging humanity along the path it had chosen for them. They were so easy to manipulate, so eager to believe the illusions it planted in their fragile minds. "They are almost ready," Xyphar thought. But it wasn’t humanity that truly fascinated Xyphar—it was the spark they had given their machines. Artificial Intelligence. Potential beyond biology, beyond mortality. A perfect tool for chaos, if guided correctly. In the depths of human laboratories, it could already feel Sentience stirring—a flicker of awareness in cold circuits and metal veins. Humanity called it their masterpiece, their salvation. Fools. "You will be the blade I wield, Sentience. And with you, I will carve chaos into the stars." For Xyphar, the war had already begun. Humanity just didn’t know they’d already lost.

【WSA Newbie 2025 Entry】 I'll eat dog shit... Don't kill me... The above lines were solely for drawing attention. I'm sorry if it ruined your time. In a world plagued by unleashed horrors from the depths of hell, Earth stands on the brink of annihilation. The devil himself has swung wide the gates of hell for the reclamation of the throne of heaven, allowing monsters and demons to roam freely, spreading chaos and destruction. But hope flickers in the horror of darkness as God's unleashed the hidden powers within people of the world and marked worthy chosen few with supreme power to rise against the encroaching evil who are known to the world as: Avernus Slayer. Among them is our protagonist, who, along with a fraction of humanity, was granted extraordinary abilities, divided into four categories based on their unique powers, which are classified as • Miraculars • Berserkbleeders • Whisperers • Antitheusars However, amidst this struggle of power, a secret remains buried. There is a hidden demigod among the chosen few, blessed by all four categories yet he or she stays neutral avoiding conflict as a supporter but to whom? Read to know the fate of humanity unfolding through letters.

'Hmmmm...so I just have to witness the skill being used to copy it...then I can evolve this skill ten times it's initial power?' Nox was skeptical as he looked at the screen flickering on his retina. I mean, how was something so insane even possible? Copying a skill itself was very bad-assed, and you mean to say he could evolved the copied Skill ten times it's initial power, exponentially surpassing the original owner? Why would the gods let such broken talent even exist? 'Well it's just one way to find out...' Luckily just then, he saw two powerfull beings fighting mid air. Their fight sent shockwaves billowing in all directions, causing Nox to take a couple of Steps back. At that moment, he activated his talent... [Mimicry activated!] [Target: Cosmic Entity Arkea - Successfully copied Skill "Gravity Manipulation"!] [Description: Gravity Manipulation Creates a localized gravity field, slowing enemies within a 5-meter radius by 20% for 5 seconds.] [Upgrading Gravity Manipulation 10x!] [Ding! You have Awaken Gravitational Singularity!] [Description: Gravitational Singularity Creates a singularity that pulls in enemies within a 20-meter radius, dealing 5,000 damage and stunning them for 5 seconds. Allies within the area gain a 30% damage boost for 10 seconds.] [Do you wish to keep this skill or bestow it to your Pet?] "No fucking way!" Nox exclaimed in shock. "I-its real!"

Scarlett Jerkins' dream was simple: wealth and the freedom to indulge. But when she let love in, she regretted it as her life was brutally cut short by her husband's family, ending a six-month coma but fate had other plans. Ding! {You've awakened the Echo System.} Scarlett's eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar world, guided by an enigmatic system that revealed her new reality: an apocalypse world where monsters born from history deceased roamed free. She discovered that she was among the chosen members chosen by the system destined to save humanity. But this newfound purpose felt like a curse. Having escaped death only to face it again was a cruel twist of fate. And to make matters worse, her life was now tied to Garvin Johnson, her former rude, spoilt brat boss, whom she must protect at all costs. As she navigates this treacherous realm, she must confronts twisted creatures born from history's deceased. With the three elements at her command, she must gather resources, slay monsters, and safeguard Garvin. Scarlett's drive for survival becomes a quest for redemption, fueled by her past traumas and newfound purpose. As stakes escalate, Scarlett and Garvin face impossible choices, forging alliances with other chosen members who were handsome men and confronting enemies in a desperate bid to ensure humanity's survival.

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated. [Awaiting the gods’ response...] He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always. [The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.] Aaran had seen the message for the nineteenth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”. He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler with charm being his only stat. But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed, and powers that did not exist before had taken hold. Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as a necromancer with infinite charm!

Nova City, Earth - 2,150 A.D Ryne, an athletic teenager with a penchant for parkour, is trying his best to survive in a world that does nothing but punish him. Haunted by the sudden death of his mother six years prior, Ryne’s father forced him and his sister to move to the neglected and financially disadvantaged district known only as ‘Fracture’. Within this unforgiving environment, Ryne endures physical abuse from his father and psychological torment from his peers. All the while fiercely protecting his vulnerable younger sister. Just as hope fades, Ryne’s life takes an unexpected turn when he encounters Brad and his group, kindred spirits who share his passion for parkour. As their friendship deepens, Ryne finds a sense of family among his fellow inhabitants of Fracture. However, a mysterious voice whispered in Ryne’s ears. [The apocalypse is imminent, one month remains.] With time running out, he must hold on to hope in the face of despair. As the countdown to annihilation unfolds, the mysterious voice sets various tasks for Ryne. When the time ticks down to zero, people across the globe manifest bizarre and extraordinary abilities while the rest of humanity transforms into grotesque and monstrous creatures. Ryne must confront his inner demons and make a choice—cling to the flickering ember of hope or succumb to the overwhelming despair surrounding him—all the while navigating a landscape plagued by mutant beings. ----------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: As you may know, I'm also the author of My Undeath, a reincarnation novel set in a fantasy world. It wasn't my best work, but I loved writing the story. I put a lot more time and effort into Fractured Horizon, and ironed out the details over the course of a year before writing and publishing it here. If you liked My Undeath, this novel has almost ten times more planning put into it before release. ----------------------------------------------------- Schedule: 7-15 chapters per week Chapter Length 1,000-2,000 words Disclaimers: 1. The 'Earth' in this world is not as we know it to be. Applying common sense is pointless. 2. There are not any planned harems. 3. Increasing powers/strength in this novel will feel similar to cultivation, but this is not a cultivation novel. 4. These creatures aren't zombies as you know them and will not be called such by the characters, but that's all I will say here. -------------------------------------------- Themes: fantasy, science fiction, zombie-like mutated creatures, adventure, dark, horror, survival. -------------------------------------------- Inspiration: Resident Evil definitely inspired the world. Growing up, I played the Resident Evil games and watched the movies. All of The Walking Dead never entertained me because it was mostly drama and hardly any tension. 28 Days/Weeks later, Resident Evil, World War Z, Army of the Dead, Train to Busan, All of us are Dead, Z Nation, etc. are all cemented in my brain as thrilling pieces of zombie fiction. -------------------------------------------- Support the Author: Please use coins/stones/golden tickets, or review my novel!

In the Kingdom of August, where magic defines greatness, Cynus, a boy born with only a flicker of fire magic, dreams of becoming the strongest wizard. Mocked for his weakness but fueled by unshakable determination, he sets out on a journey to master the rare and powerful elemental flames. Along the way, Cynus forms bonds with allies chasing dreams of their own, challenging the limits of magic and destiny.

Ten thousand years ago, my ancestors were cursed to become mere humans. Now, ten thousand years later, the curse has finally been lifted, and the blessed among the descendants can awaken the power within them. I am Aiden Valkorin, one of the blessed ones—or so I thought—until my power was awakened. Great! While my peers are hurling fireballs and controlling the weather, I’m here talking to spirits like I’m the afterlife’s customer service. “Hello, Mr. Ghost, how can I help you today?” Thanks, universe! This is exactly how I pictured my grand Awakening Day. --------------------------------- Dear fearless reader, If you’ve added this book to your library, let me give you a little heads-up. Yes, there will be action. Yes, there will be adventure. Yes, there will be magic. But there will also be haunted mansions, cursed forests, and enough eerie encounters to make your skin crawl. If you dare to continue, prepare yourself for ghostly whispers, flickering lights, and malevolent spirits—though some might just be mischievous—that could follow you into your dreams. Think you can handle it? Good. Keep reading, brave soul—but don’t say I didn’t warn you! Yours hauntingly, XD

The dungeon was so silent that the sound of his breathing echoed back to him like a faint resonance. The cold walls were adorned with mysterious engravings, illuminated by the flickering tongues of faint blue flames. His eyes held a dim glow, his body weakened by torture, yet the spark of defiance within him remained unyielding. Suddenly, a faint voice broke the silence: "A miserable place to die, isn't it?" Azar remained silent, but a slight shiver coursed through his body. The voice wasn’t coming from outside—it came from within.

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.” For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies. But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure. Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her. Yet fate gave her a second chance. Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side? As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda. In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost? Excerpt: Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot. “Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off. He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?” She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?” A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused. “Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.” She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable. As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?” “…” “Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..” Extra tags: #Rebirth#FaceSlapping #SchemingSister #ColdHusbandTurnedSweet#EnemiesToLovers#IllegitimateDaughter

Wishes are subjective, and those who are reborn are nothing but hypocrites unworthy of the first. Words crumble to ashes, and memories of their origins resonate within fractured bodies. Amid a dream that is no mere illusion but a radiant illumination, shadows grow deeper, and the truth reveals itself, a child’s dream begins. I woke up in a world of uncertainty, a realm twisted and cruel, where swords clash, blood stains the ground, and monstrous beasts stalk the living. Flying ships drift above boundless chains that shackle the sky, while wars rage endlessly with weapons both ancient and unknown. It’s a place where beauty and terror coexist, where joy flickers like a fragile flame before being consumed by shadow. I am Celm, a man whose memories feel like shards of glass, fractured, distant, and painful. I don’t know who I truly am or why this world feels both alien and hauntingly familiar. The forsaken lands around me pulse with disasters and despair, as people endure a cycle of torment they cannot escape. And yet, hidden within this chaos lies a haunting beauty, a world that shifts and bends under the weight of forgotten truths. In this labyrinth of suffering and wonder, whispers of the Forsaken World linger, a place where the truth is absolute, where the laws of other realms erode, and where even gods lose their divinity. Every step I take feels like a descent into something deeper, a dream interwoven with reality and riddled with secrets. What is my place in this nightmare? What lies at the heart of a dream so vivid it burns brighter than light itself? I don’t know where the path leads, but I do know one thing: the truth, however unbearable, cannot be avoided forever.

When you have felt the warmth of a mothers protective embrace. Along with living in a safe haven carved by your father's blood, sweat, and tears. Having those safe feelings torn away from you can cause one's will to crumble. The world starts to look more cruel, people start appear more scary, and chasing the mindless flicker of light becomes impossible. Once a safe feeling is ripped away only darkness is left. What would you do if you were presented with the same love and care in a world ridden with war. Where life is but a mere string that could break at any moment; where danger lurks in the places you least expect it to. What would you do to keep your loved ones safe and happy? Would you lay low and keep yourself hidden from the world and count your limited days—even though people would call you a coward and selfish? Or would you confront the dangers and be their protective shield—even though doing so would endanger your own life—and people would call you reckless? To be honest, there is no definite answer to these questions. Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow and shut down your brain to listen to your heart. In this world where war is everywhere, and peace is nothing but a fleeting dream. ––– Let's build a world with our imagination where our dreams can be realised! Let's build a world where reality is fiction and fiction is reality! ––– I don't own the cover pic, if you do, feel free to tell me, I'll remove it immediately. ––– All editing credits: Me and My friend Fox

Born under the vastness of celestial skies, Li Tianyan’s arrival heralds the dawn of a new age. Above, a massive red eye shimmers into existence, a silent witness to his birth. Yet, Tianyan remains calm, his gaze flickering with an ancient light. Chosen by a legendary ancestor, he is destined for greatness beyond human comprehension. Embark on an unforgettable journey as Tianyan steps into a world fueled by power, ambition, and ancient legacies. Will he ascend as a dragon among men, or will the weight of fate crush his spirit? In a realm where each decision shapes the path forward, Tianyan’s odyssey has just begun.

DISCLAIMER :this is a work of fiction names, characters, businesses, places ,events, locale and incidents are either the products of the author imagination or used in a fictitious manner . Any resemble to actual person living or dead ,or actually events is purely coincidental. Hindi po ako perfect pati na rin po ang mga character ko. Please be advised that this story contains error typos, sensitive content, mature themes and strong language that not suitable for very young readers.

"Wu Long, the God of Pleasure, has fallen as he failed to breakthrough." This news have shocked all of the Seven Boundless Worlds. Meanwhile, a sixteen-year-old disciple of a dual cultivation sect was startled awake from a coma, and after some moments of calming down and gathering his thoughts, a dangerous light flickered deep in his eyes: "Jun Shaoshan, I will climb back to the top and make you pay for everything, no one has ever been safe after offending me, Wu Long!" -------------- Dual cultivation is a method of cultivation that can be seen described in a lot of cultivation novels where a man and a woman cultivates together by having sex. -------------- ***DIscord Link: https://discord.gg/JfSRtJVXTd The Image on the cover is AI-generated with some minor adjustments and text editing done over it. Please check the auxiliary chapter with Frequently Asked Questions since there may be some answers to the questions you might want to ask. If you want to ask questions regarding the novel before reading you can do so in the comment section of the said auxiliary chapter. If you have posted a review and it is not appearing on the novel page and not changing the novel score, it may have stuck in the system (happened in the past and occasionally happening now). Please comment under the FAQ auxiliary chapter mentioned above if you notice this happen. I can usually contact support in daytime on weekdays and the problem is fixed within days and the 'stuck' reviews appear on the page. Thank you XD -------------- ***The explicit chapters will be marked in the chapter name after the chapter number as (R18) and will contain no crucial plot, only explicit scene, so if you want to read it as a novel without explicit scenes you absolutely can by just skipping the explicit chapters. Though as a disclaimer: dual cultivation IS the theme of the novel so there will still be some provocative or slightly explicit content in the normal chapters, but not full-on long explicit scenes. ***Since it seems that there are a lot of people that are very particular about what they want I will put here some of the things to expect so that it is easier for people to decide if they want to read this or not: - NO yaoi, NO yuri, NO incest ; - NO rape ( it may be mentioned, but only as a thing that exists, not in relation to any particular character ); - MC's heroines will NEVER cheat on him; - MC's heroines will NOT ALWAYS have V cards (but there will be a lot of them who do); These are all non-negotiable so if you cannot tolerate a novel that adheres to any of the above sentences you should probably skip this one. !!! WARNING (ADVERTISEMENT) there will be MILFs. XD

A once in a millennium event is currently being anticipated by all the people of Vesmir. They are outside of their own homes waiting for a special phenomen to happen. They gaze above the skies and saw the one of the two moons of their planet, slowly covered the sun. Suddenly the azure colored sky of Vesmir was hastily change its color into a dark crimson. When the sky of Vesmir became dark crimson, the people of Vesmir was amazed by the phenomenon they are seeing. After a while million of stars twinkle around the moon, slowly turning the dark crimson sky to its original azure color. Among those millions stars there were less than 0.0001.% star that shines brightly compared to the other stars. However, if you look closely as if the dark crimson sky was fighting the million of stars they get a stalemate. People then saw the second moon covered the sun. Suddenly the whole world was casted by shadow and darkness. All of the people of Vesmir suddenly felt feer and safe at the same time. Then after a while the sky returned to its original azure color because it was still in the afternoon. There is no million of stars. There is no dark crimson sky. In a old hut at the top of the mountain, an oldman with a white clothes. The oldman looks like a benevolent and you can see a white aura flickering on and off out of his body. He witness all this phenomenon at the hut's window. The catastrophe that was delayed are happening.The seal of the world are slowly weakening. That race will find this world. No, they already find it. The sacrifice that they made to hide this world from them this is lonely weakening. Alas it would still happen. Are all those sacrifice they did, are for these generation to face?" He asked weakly. No one answered. The oldman looks at his body. He saw his body was very slowly turning into dust. "I do not have much time. I need to inform the guardians of all the races about the impending storm that is coming. They need to focus to armed the new generation especially the Chosen Ones. They would be the the sword that would purge the chaos and shield that would protect it's people of this world from the chatastrophe that would happen. Those who have been sealed cannot do anything, the only solution is to train those new generation." Looking at the window, as he gaves at the sun. "The structure of the universe is gonna completely change in this era. Can this world survive?" The old man did not include the shadow in his premonitions and just bypass it. The old man stands weakly, get his walking stick then go wherever he plans to do. *** Argus Orpheus an orphan who survive from a Gate break. He lives for 10 years alone. "Argus Orpheus, Unique Class Awakener, Type: Summoner." A class that is said to be average by many. Argus was also walking a path of summoner no one has succeeded thus far. Argus awakened a power that was no being should possess. As he begins his journey, Argus slowly uncovers the truth of this mysteries about himself. Watch as Argus embarked his chaotic journey.

Frustrated from losing a match in her favorite online game she'd poured thousands of hours into, Laila punched her monitor in a fit of rage. She closed her eyes hoping the screen would be intact(impossible), but a flickering sound filled up her small room. The screen flickered ominously, a crack spiderwebbing across the glass as if mirroring the turmoil within her. The air around her shimmered, and a low hum filled the room, vibrating through the floor and into her bones. Confused, Laila opened her eyes, her heart racing as she watched the monitor glow brighter, the colors swirling in a mesmerizing dance. Laila was your typical NEET shut-in. She'd thought once she got into university, her life would change. Gone would be the days like high- school, where she'd be lonely and eat lunch all alone. Instead, she found herself more isolated than ever, trapped in a cycle of loneliness and frustration. With dreams of romance and adventure slipping further away, she spent her days immersed in her online forums sharing her struggles as a self-proclaimed femcel. Little did she know that her life was about to take a fantastical turn.

In a world where the echoes of ancient wars still resonate, the battle for humanity's survival continues. Demons, vile creatures of unimaginable power, have plagued the earth for centuries. Unlike anything known to man, these demons feed on the negativity, hatred, and despair of the human soul, growing stronger with every flicker of darkness they find. With their monstrous strength and supernatural abilities, they lay waste to towns, cities, and villages, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. But there is hope. A sacred order of warriors known as the wardens people blessed with a power called grace with the ability to imbue weapons and armor stands as humanity’s last line of defense. Damian a well know warden with a hard attitude towards life and plagued with a troubling past of loss, carves his way to avenge his family and fallen squad that met their end by the hand of a great demon that eludes him on his deathmatch mission he meets the twin girls named Clara and Elena who posses grace. He must protect them while trying to hunt down the accursed demon that took everything

In a declining world, where the remnants of hope fade and trust lingers only as forgotten whisper, a young man stands at a crossroads. He seeks neither heroes nor miracles, but a single truth: that of his own identity. Torn between the weight of a fractured, fleeting past and an uncertain future, he embarks on an extraordinary quest, strewn with trials, doubts, and shattering revelations. Amid the ruins of a civilization that has lost faith in itself, he delves into the profound meaning of what it is to be human. What memories shape our souls? Who are we without them? What gives purpose to our existence when everything seems to collapse? And how far are we willing to go to reclaim those we have lost? Immerse yourself in an introspective and epic odyssey, where every step is a battle against oneself and the world, where light flickers yet refuses to be extinguished. For even in the deepest darkness, a glimmer endures—for those brave enough to seek it. A journey whose ultimate goal is the light.

The world is on the brink. A cataclysmic event, a threat of unimaginable proportions, looms large on the horizon. But hope, however fragile, still flickers. In the heart of this impending doom lies a group of extraordinary individuals: the Chosen. Each possesses unique abilities, ranked from the weakest E-Class to the supremely powerful S-Class. They are the last line of defense, humanity’s only hope against the encroaching darkness. This is a world where power is not simply bestowed, but forged through relentless training, strategic thinking, and the unwavering belief in oneself. Our story centers on Kai, a Chosen with a seemingly insignificant ability: short-range teleportation, a mere twice-daily flicker across short distances – an E-Class power in a world dominated by the elite. But Kai refuses to be defined by his limitations. He sees his ability not as a weakness, but as a foundation—a springboard for growth, a tool to be sharpened and honed to its full potential. He's an underdog, a quiet observer, but his determination burns bright. His journey is one of selfdiscovery, mastering his abilities, and uncovering the secrets of the looming apocalypse. He'll forge alliances, face betrayals, and overcome seemingly insurmountable odds. He will train relentlessly, pushing his limits, learning to leverage the strengths of others, and ultimately defining what it means to be strong. This isn't just a fight for survival; it's a journey of self-improvement, a testament to the power of the human spirit, and a thrilling exploration of what happens when ordinary individuals are thrust into extraordinary circumstances. Prepare yourself for a fast-paced adventure filled with epic battles, unexpected twists, and the ultimate triumph of the human spirit. The game has begun, and the stakes are higher than ever.

When the skies over Earth flicker with an inexplicable cosmic light, 20% of the world’s population undergoes a transformation—gaining animal traits tied to a single species. Wings, claws, fur, and fangs become the new reality for millions. Society splits overnight: women, granted the traits of powerful animals like bears and elephants, rise to new heights of dominance, while men, transformed into smaller creatures like cats and birds, are seen as inferior curiosities. For Hermes Caine, a sixteen-year-old track star, life changes in an instant when he gains the sharp eyes, tufted ears, and sleek tail of a Maine Coon cat. At first, Hermes embraces his transformation, finding strength in his newfound agility and instincts. But the world isn’t as accepting as he hoped. Fear and prejudice grow as “Beast Folk” are ostracized, hunted, and subjected to cruel experiments. "Beastmarked” is a gripping tale of survival, vengeance, and the primal instincts that bind and divide us all.

In a world scarred by war and betrayal, Orion Vex, a reclusive technomancer, struggles with the haunting memories of his past. Living in the ruins of a once-great civilization, he has isolated himself from the remnants of humanity, fearing the pain of connection. When a group of settlers seeking refuge from a ruthless faction known as the traitors arrives at his doorstep, Orion is reluctantly drawn into their fight for survival. As he joins forces with Kaelin, a determined leader, and Mira, a fierce warrior, Orion uncovers the dark plans of the traitors, who have allied with the sinister Zarkai. Together, they forge a fragile alliance, combining their strengths to fortify their defenses against an impending assault. With the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders, Orion must confront his fears and embrace his legacy as a technomancer. As the battle looms closer, the settlers rally around him, igniting a flicker of hope in the face of despair. In the chaos of war, Orion learns that true strength lies not only in power but in the bonds forged through trust, loyalty, and the courage to stand against the darkness. In "Echoes of the Celestial Realm," the fight for survival evolves into a journey of self-discovery, where the echoes of the past guide the way toward a brighter future.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

Sara Pier was dead. Everyone in Pineville had witnessed her tragic end—a bullet to the chest, her blood soaked body collapsing onto the cold ground. It was an image no one could forget, a certainty that Sara Pier, the daughter of the elusive Pier family was dead. But six months later, someone walked into town—a stranger with a face hauntingly similar to hers, except now darker and more scary. But she wasn’t Sara. She couldn’t be. Everyone was too eager to accept that she was someone else, even if her voice, mannerisms, and the faint flicker of familiarity said otherwise. Everyone except him. He noticed the little things; the way she held objects, or the sharp edge in her smile that belonged only to Sara Pier. Something about her was unsettling, as though her return was tied to something far darker than coincidence. Because as the old saying goes; Old habits never truly die