Obadaiah Stain

A good brother was troubled by the need to break off a marriage engagement, After drinking, the young Marquis of Marquis Duanjing Residence, Yan Qing, was willing to take a stab for his good brother, "It's just a woman, right? I'll marry her!" When the alcohol wore off, he looked at Ling Hua who had come to find him— He regretted it so much his guts turned green! At the age of thirteen, Ling Hua struck the complaint drum to bring a lawsuit to the Emperor's attention, daring to risk her life by dragging down the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor's family from power, saving the entire Ling Family and thus making a name for herself in the Capital City. Three years later, she reorganized the Ling Family, firmly grasping it in her hands, leaving no one able to shake it. Every time Yan Qing mentioned her, he sighed with emotion, thankful he didn't marry this woman. —In the end, he married her! ------------------------ Yan Qing: A young man holding a grasp of the crisp breeze, intoxicating the verdant courtyard with the fragrance of orchids for miles Ling Hua: Stained by the color of Begonia from Qiyun Mountain, worthy of plucking a single bloom to hasten the adornment of makeup

Isabella Martini, all she ever wanted was to find her mate and live a peaceful life with him. But all of that comes spirally down when she is accused of killing her sister. Despite being the daughter of the Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, no one believed her, not even her Alpha, Alpha Gael Romano. To make amends for the crime she did not commit, she agrees to marry Alpha Romano. But that does not go as planned, and when she realizes that he plans to kill her, that is her final straw. Now a broken soul, she wanders into the rogue territory, trying to build her life again. Arlo Bianchi, Alpha of the Black Knight Pack. He has been whispered as Death for the numerous deaths that stain his hands. Everyone is afraid of the monster he has become, but what would happen when Isabella stumbles upon his land? Will he kill her on sight, or will she be the key to his cold heart? Find out more in this book.

Nobody knows where they came from. Their whereabouts have even less in the way of answers and theories. Answers, and Theories. That's all they are. All they want you to know. We all believed the last of the druids went out with the last purge our queen did. Something she does to cleanse the land of magic. In her words, only she could possess it. But the druids didn't go out. Not when the vines swirl around the royal guard, thorns pricking the skin deep enough to bleed. Pirates. Pirates are a threat. The land isn't safe, but neither are the seas. Not with their self appointed queen, Lull. Not with sea monsters at her beck and call. A demigod rising to divinity, her way paved with the blood of thousands. For weeks, the rivers ran red, the valley grass stained copper-crimson. And now, the kindly queen Divina has gone mad. The woods are as dark as her soul. Watch your back.

In the quiet corners of a bustling town, where stories often go untold, Wafula worked with grease-stained hands and a mind like no other. A blue-collar worker with a gift shrouded in mystery, Wafula had an ability he called “intrusive thoughts” a peculiar, almost supernatural insight that allowed him to see the world differently. To him, every broken machine, every unsolved problem, whispered its secrets, waiting to be understood. But Wafula’s gift wasn’t just limited to fixing gadgets and engines. People spoke in hushed tones about how he could mend more than just metal; they said he could fix lives. Some even believed he had the power to heal broken hearts. Yet, this extraordinary ability came at a cost. With every challenge he faced financial struggles, societal expectations, and personal loss Wafula grew stronger, rising from humble beginnings to become a figure larger than life. This is the story of a man who defied the odds, solving problems no one else dared to touch, and in the process, finding pieces of himself. Through his journey, you’ll uncover not only how he mastered the art of fixing but also how he transformed the lives of those who crossed his path. Dive into 'Wafula the Fixer' and discover a tale of resilience, mystery, and the extraordinary power of seeing the world through a different lens.

The Stained Blood Tale Is a story of How the Continent Of Ivovnia Shaped, taking Place 1700 Years after The end of Drake Blood Story, The story will Shows How History Were Shaped, Tragedy, Betrayal, Love and Hatred Were circling around the very Once Beautifull COntinent that is Now Plague By the War

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance. However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness. "Do you love me?" he asked coldly. "You're crazy!" she rolled her eyes in disdain. In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control. But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan. Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor: "Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death." Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him. It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

There’s this super-famous game series called First Fantasy—people usually call it FF. It’s a massive franchise, loved by everyone from casual gamers to hardcore fans. They made an anime version of FF, but it’s often called the biggest flop in the entire series. Why? Because the main characters never catch a break, and the story is full of gloomy, depressing twists. Most people hated it, saying it’s the darkest stain on FF’s record. Some fans even refused to admit it was part of the series! The official title of the anime is First Story, but in a joking way, people started calling it FS to make it sound separate from actual FF. In this infamous anime, there’s a villain named Arc Noyadarma. His name sounds all grand and evil, but he’s basically just a throwaway bad guy. His final scene is so brutal that viewers don’t feel satisfaction—only trauma. Now, our protagonist has been reborn into this poor guy’s body… even though he knows nothing about FS! “A count? Isn’t that, like, easy mode for life? I’ll do whatever I want and be a corrupt noble!” That’s how he decides to take advantage of his new noble status for personal gain. But somehow, he keeps saving the people around him—and ends up wrecking all the depressing storylines of the original FS without even trying.

The cycle of life is not infinite—except, perhaps, for Elijah. At 122 years old, Elijah lived a long and successful life—until he woke up as someone entirely new. Now, an anomaly in a mysterious kingdom sustained by magic, he faces questions about his place in a world that doesn't defy the laws of nature, but take them to an entirely new level. For over six millennia, this isolated realm of 300,000 citizens has thrived, its survival bound to the magic that nurtures its air, water, and food. Yet, some whisper that a kingdom refusing to expand is doomed to fall. How, then, has this kingdom endured? As Elijah uncovers ancient secrets, dives into treacherous cave systems, and grapples with the fatal flaws of magic, he learns the truth about existence itself—forces that shaped the cosmos. New alliances rise to confront an ancient plague, and the kingdom's delicate balance teeters on the edge of collapse. In this world, the vibrant hues of freedom and potential are mere illusions, like sunlight filtered through stained glass. Elijah must decide whether to shatter the illusion—or embrace it. ———— This novel goes into great detail about the ways of the people and how it will differ from the suspected outside world. What seems like a population of people who do not have much knowledge, show how they found their way by “feeling”, or by anecdotal(personal) evidence.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

Threads of Time & Steel A tale about Love, Magic and Revolution By A.B. Sucrose Marina Eldheim is a brilliant inventor, a woman ahead of her time in a pre-steampunk-inspired empire divided by class and fueled by magic. With her wild curls, grease-stained overalls, and sharp mind, she's known as the Cog Queen, revolutionizing the world with her creations. But even her ingenious inventions can't shake the restless dreams of a man she's never met-yet feels she's always known. Silva Fischburn is a disciplined soldier, a man haunted by his past and bound by duty to the empire that once shunned him and his mother. Rising through the ranks despite endless sabotage, Silva's loyalty is tested when whispers of rebellion threaten to tear the empire apart. But what shakes him most is the mysterious connection he feels to Marina, the inventor tasked with outfitting the imperial forces. When shadowy figures from the slums and the nobility conspire to use magic and manipulation to destroy them, Marina and Silva find themselves drawn together by forces neither can control. As old secrets, forbidden love, and the ghosts of a life they've both forgotten begin to resurface, they must fight for their place in a world that seeks to keep them apart. With the empire on the brink of war and their enemies circling closer, Marina and Silva must decide whether to follow the paths laid before them or risk everything to uncover the truth about their past-and their future. A tale of love, ambition, and defiance, 'Threads of Time & Steel' is a thrilling pre-steampunk epic where magic meets invention and destiny collides with free will.

A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room. Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl. "Ixion Akastos Vespera" "In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?" "Not guilty." "Not guilty? Very well. You shall-" "I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I." Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. "Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." °°° Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine. She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

The wind howled outside the palace, its icy fingers clawing at the stained-glass windows. Inside, the room was bathed in the warm glow of candles and the flickering fire in the hearth. Yet, the heat rising between Meribella and Edwyn had little to do with the flames. Meribella stood before him, her legs shackled, and her heart felt heavy each second, standing like a prisoner in front of him. “Edwyn..." Her voice trembled as she whispered his name, "Please, you must believe me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve always been loyal—to you and the Crown.” Edwyn, in a bathrobe with his hair still damp, stepped closer. His fingers traced her face, sending shivers down her spine. “I know you’re innocent, but palace rules are strict. Even I can’t bend them outright. Still...” He kneels at her feet and unlocks the shackles. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll speak to my father—the King—and clear your name.” As he rose, his fingers gently brushed over the bruises on her forehead, lingering slightly on her pale lips. "You should take a bath," he murmured in the most affectionate tonee. Meribella blinked, confused. "How...?" She was a prisoner, and such luxuries were not meant for her. Edwyn gestured toward the adjoining chamber. "There," he said, his attention never leaving her. "I want to spend a good time with you, Meribella. Now that you are in the palace..." He didn’t finish his sentence, instead brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. The gesture made her blush, her heart fluttering despite the circumstances. "You have always been kind, Edwyn," she said, averting her eyes. "I will be quick," she said, stepping away, only for him to catch her wrist. "You need help to bathe," he insisted, his voice firm. "I see bruises on your feet and your face." Meribella’s cheeks burned. In the palace, royals were accustomed to being naked before servants, but she was not raised in such luxury. The thought of being unclothed in front of maids made her stomach churn. “T-there’s no need for servants. I’ll be fine.” Edwyn smiled, tilting his head slightly. "Who mentioned anything about maids?" he queried teasingly, yet loaded with meaning. Meribella’s eyes grew wide when the meaning of his words hit her. Before she could answer, a low, mocking laugh echoed in the room. "How boring," a voice drawled, dripping with sarcasm, from near the window, lit by the moonlight. He stood in his red cloak, and his golden-flecked eyes shone with anger and curiosity, leaving Meribella and Edwyn speechless. It’s a world of mystic powers shrouded in mystery, where reincarnation binds fates, and dominance is driven by ambition. Predators become prey. Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? Trust is a dangerous game. They were never meant to fall in love. They were destined to erase each other’s existence, yet they defied fate.

I kept telling myself it would be like any other night—the usual ringing, the cheers, the bitter escape as I drank away the day's sorrows. But as I stared down at the blood-stained pen, crimson spilling out, I realized just how wrong I was. I couldn’t remember anything past my fifth glass, but somehow—oh God, somehow—I was here. Trapped. Trapped in this place, surrounded by letters, notes... by blood.

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"

In a city where skyscrapers pierce the clouds and shadowy alleyways hide dangerous secrets, the underworld is ruled by ruthless families locked in a deadly game of power and betrayal. Among them walks a man with a calm smile and an unassuming demeanor, concealing a past so dark it could shatter the entire criminal empire. When strange events force his secrets into the open, the city erupts into chaos. As alliances crumble and blood stains the streets, he must confront a haunting truth tied to the woman who once abandoned him—a figure with unparalleled influence in the underworld. Gangster Paradise is a gripping tale of vengeance, hidden truths, and ruthless ambition. In a world where every smile hides a dagger, the ultimate question looms: will he remain a shadow in the chaos or become the force that reshapes it all? ************ Support me on Patreon: Visit us at patreon.com/Myth_Valley Donate at: https://buymeacoffee.com/myth_valley

[Infinite Streams+Micro Thriller+Survival+Single Female Main Character] A bus without a driver carries a group of cursed people to a black creepy house---... Inside the creepy house, there is a door stained red with blood. The cursed people, every once in a while, will be forced to be dragged into the horrible world behind the bloody door to complete the horror-- into horrific events... When Ning Qiu Shui experienced one horror hunting story after another in the Guile House, and finally survived nine deaths, he found out that, after a long time, he had been in the Guile House for a long time. He found that everything was very different from what he had thought---... The "Creepy House" is not a curse, but a... "It's late at night my friend, come and have a seat in the Creepy House, there's a fireplace here, and I'll tell you about this place. I'll tell you the story here. ------"

the legend of a lost crown and the heir who vanished with it has lingered for centuries. Eldros' once-glorious capital lies in the heart of mist-shrouded mountains, where only whispers of its past greatness remain. The land of Varyndor, now fractured by war, corruption, and untold darkness, has forgotten the true heir to the throne—a monarch who could unite the realms and bring peace. The story follows a lone wanderer, cloaked in shadow, who carries a sword stained with the sins of their past. With no memory of their true heritage, they are driven by visions of a long-forgotten prophecy: a mysterious wanderer will return to reclaim the Shattered Crown and restore balance. As they journey through desolate ruins, cursed valleys, and blood-soaked battlefields, the wanderer faces not only the treacherous remnants of Eldros' enemies but also the ghosts of their own haunted history. As the wanderer's quest brings them closer to the hidden capital, they uncover secrets that bind them to the ancient magic of the land—and to the royal bloodline they never knew they belonged to. However, the closer they come to claiming the crown, the more they realize that the real danger lies not in the fractured lands, but in the shadow of their own past, long buried but never forgotten. In a world where the lines between friend and foe blur, the wanderer must decide whether they are fated to restore the kingdom—or if the very throne they seek is cursed beyond redemption. A tale of destiny, self-discovery, and the struggle against a dark past, The Shattered Crown is a journey through a world ravaged by time and magic, where the greatest enemy may be the truth itself.

"Aaa!" Cassandra was shocked and screamed as she woke beside a strange man. To make matters worse, the man was shirtless, and she was only wearing underwear. 'What's going on, why is he sleeping with me?' "Morning, sweetheart!" The man beside Cassandra greeted her. Cassandra gasped, shook her head, and pushed the man to the ground. "Hey, what are you doing in my bed? Are you trying to harass me? Get out of here!" Cassandra pointed her index finger at the door. 'I married him? Who is that man? How can I be married to him?' Cassandra thought to herself as she lifted the blanket slowly and saw a red stain on the sheet. "How can we get married? I don't know you at all, and this seems to be our first meeting," asked Cassandra, who still couldn't hide her surprise. Charles looked deeply into Cassandra's green eyes. "Have you forgotten what happened last night? You even went so far as to ask me not to leave." ….……….. Cassandra immediately ran into the house, not caring that she now came with Charles. She also continued to shout Vivian's name because she was worried that something had happened to her half-sister. Cassandra's father slaps her immediately. "Dad, why did you slap me? What did I do?" asked Cassandra while holding her cheeks, which were now burning. Geoffry, Cassandra's father, only glanced sarcastically at his biological daughter. "You still ask what you did? Did I raise and finance you to be a slut?" --------- Cassandra Miller never knew she was being set up by her half-sister Vivian Hartley at a nightclub. Vivian mixed stimulants in Cassandra's drink to get her drunk and ended up in bed with a random guy. Vivian's trap worked, and Cassandra married a stranger in Las Vegas the day they met. This makes her father furious and kicks Cassandra out of the house. But what happens is that Charles Parker, the man who married Cassandra in Las Vegas, takes her to live with him. In exchange, Cassandra had to leave their marriage for two years. Will Cassandra be able to live a two-year life as Mrs Parker and resolve the misunderstandings with her father and Cassandra's fiancé at the time? Is there a conspiracy behind all this? Or is there more to their marriage?

Albecht is a genius that suffers from poverty, he gains his 'Ather' and fights into the other world and continues to find out more and more about himself, his deceased family and the world. Due to this he suffered and had good times, he goes through lots of different experiences, in which he is usually lonley eventhough he haves some people that worry about him due to his trait of being overly cautious.

In the frozen wilderness of the Snow Lands, Scypha embarks on her coming-of-age journey with her wolf companion, Darko, when she experiences her first blackout. She wakes to find her hands stained with blood and no memory of what happened. As these episodes become more frequent, their cause unknown, she can only grow increasingly fearful of the violent, uncontrollable forces growing within her and the unsettling euphoria that always seems to follow. Far to the south, the dryad Eletha, a fervent guardian of nature who harbors deep disdain for humans, faces her own troubles. Dealing with the meat-men has never brought her forest or its people anything but grief, and an inevitable conflict is brewing. One can hope for a peaceful solution, but given the unreconcilable differences between the two peoples, others might be far more appealing...

Lin Tian, mocked as a worthless son-in-law, has endured three years of humiliation in the Zhao family. His wife, Zhao Yue, views him as a stain on her life, and the powerful Zhao clan spares no opportunity to degrade him. Yet, beneath the facade of a broken man lies a secret that even Lin Tian himself has forgotten. When a chance encounter awakens the memories of his past life, Lin Tian discovers he is the last descendant of the Heavenly Dragon Clan, once the mightiest cultivator in all realms. Betrayed and killed in his prime, his soul was reborn into this mundane life, stripped of power and purpose—until now. Armed with unparalleled martial arts, ancient cultivation techniques, and the burning desire for revenge, Lin Tian rises from the ashes of his former self. He vows to reclaim his honor, protect those who matter, and destroy anyone who dares to stand in his way. But the path to greatness is fraught with danger. Enemies from his past and present conspire to crush him, while hidden forces begin to stir, sensing the return of the Dragon Emperor. Can Lin Tian fulfill his destiny and ascend once more, or will the shadows of betrayal consume him before he rises? Follow Lin Tian’s journey in this gripping tale of redemption, power, and revenge, where the forsaken son-in-law becomes an unstoppable legend.

The cockroach den of Brooklyn, New York, harbors Wall Street's most feared hunter. Lucas - the diner waiter who is humiliated by spilled red wine every day - spends his time between polishing silverware writing hedge fund loopholes in ketchup. When he discovers that the financial queen has blackmailed herself into becoming a scapegoat with her mother's chemo bills, the blockchain key hidden in his steak knife starts to glow. On the night of the Michelin three-star bow tie stained with blood, the poor kid used cryptocurrency to set off a financial nuclear explosion across the Manhattan yacht and the UN dome. It was a battle between mole crickets and giant predators, where mathematical formulas became daggers piercing the throats of capital, and all the rules would be rewritten in the burning flames of Bitcoin. When the digital flood engulfs the bronze bulls of Wall Street, you will realize: true power is always born in the eyes of those who have been stepped into the muck.

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. Just as he reached the border of the Elysian Plains at eighteen, an ambush left both him and his mother gravely injured. Collapsing on the sacred ground, he heard a voice echo in his mind: [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] [Your first quest is available!] [Increase the number of dwellers in the Elysium using your seeds and blood! Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children!]

In the turbulent era of feudal lords, Ryo, a young shinobi of the enigmatic Xian sect, is thrust into the heart of a sinister conspiracy. A shadowy rebellion brews as Shinobis, long shackled by servitude, rise to cast off their chains and ignite the flames of a new age of freedom. Betrayals unfold, blood stains the silent night, and whispers of death linger in the air. Torn between the oath to his sect and the allure of a world unbound by masters, Ryo stands at a fateful crossroads. Will he embrace the revolution and carve his path in history, or will he remain steadfast to the sacred creed of his forebears?

Once upon a time, in a land far away, at the heart of the mighty kingdom of Eldomor, lived a young princess named Mirah. She was the youngest of the royals and a figure of both awe and dread. The Eldomir called her the Loved One, not because she was the heart of her people, no—Mirah Galdrion was the shadow of the kingdom. The Feared princess. The Cursed Maiden. The Bane of Eldomor. For her entire life, she was locked away in a lone tower, abandoned and cast away by her own family because of the vicious curse that stained her soul. She was hidden. Forsaken. Forgotten. Mirah Galdrion lived a life of seclusion. That is, until the dark king laid his eyes on her.

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

{Warning: Mature content} The World called me an abomination, a freak of nature, a stain from my mother's legs. Even after righting their wrongs with my blade, it was still the same. However, in the midst of my despair, one person reached out his warm hand for me. Lucifer Morningstar. Even though he is the Devil spoken of in Legends, I shall take the leap of faith and do his bidding. To take breath in reincarnation in another world and Slaughter my foes: Demons, Angels, Devils, gods, and everything I consider EVIL in my PATH Don't get me wrong, my blade is a respecter of neither man nor beast. All that stand in my way shall FALL to the recreation of a world in the image I see fit. ............ If you want to know how sick this book is, read the first chapter. I still don't know how the idea for this book came out of my head. (Heaven! please forgive me) ..... Demons, Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, Soul Eaters, Cursers, Witches, Dark elves, Hell beasts, Heaven Beasts, Death Beasts... Practically, Every sick, both rosy and terrible thing of the underworld will be found in this book. My research is deep. (Note: Sick Shit happens here. If you don't have stomach for it, please run. You still have time.)

Huo Siyuan is the world's richest man, and the Huo family is the most prestigious of all elite families, possessing wealth that rivals nations. After inheriting the Huo family, Huo Siyuan elevated their already immense fortune to become the world's richest. With a mere shake of his leg, the entire world trembles. Huo Siyuan is a ruthless business tycoon with influence across various industries, and it's no secret that his hands are stained with blood. Because of this, he wears Buddhist prayer beads and is known as "Second Master." Moreover, he is indifferent to women and maintains a cold demeanor—anyone who dares to approach him doesn't live to see the next day. Xia Wan, on the other hand, is an ordinary girl—so ordinary that she couldn't be more so. She is simple, intelligent, and beautiful. By a twist of fate, Xia Wan and Huo Siming end up having a one-night stand at a hotel. At dawn, Xia Wan leaves without a trace, but Huo Siming is desperate to find her. Through another unexpected turn of events, Xia Wan is forced into a flash marriage with Huo Siyuan. Before meeting: Huo Siyuan: "I will never marry her. I'll make her regret ever provoking me." After meeting: Huo Siming: "It's you. That's great." Huo Siming: "I will never get a divorce." Huo Siming: "Having a baby is too exhausting. Let's not have one!" From then on, Huo Siming begins spoiling his wife without limits. He insists on holding his little wife while sleeping, eating, working, and even during meetings. He wants to cling to her 24/7.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?