Fyrefly Retreat

Priscilla, once vibrant and full of life, now carries the scars of a difficult past. The memories, like a bitter wind, constantly tempt her to retreat into solitude. She wonders if she'll ever escape the loneliness that has become her constant companion. Then, a flicker of hope. Fate, it seems, has a playful hand. Someone new enters her life, gently nudging at the walls she's built around her heart. This person offers a potential bridge back to the world she once knew, a world filled with the warmth of human connection. But will Priscilla be able to overcome her fear? Will she be able to dismantle the defenses she has put up, one by one? Will she be able to trust herself to open up to the new, to risk blooming again, even if it means facing the possibility of pain? The choice is hers: stay in the shadows or accept the promise of a new season, a season full of beauty and the possibility of love.

The forest was unusually quiet that evening, its towering trees casting long shadows under the dim glow of the setting sun. Selene Rivers adjusted her scarf against the biting autumn chill, her boots crunching against the blanket of fallen leaves. She'd come to the woods for solace, hoping the isolation would help her clear her thoughts. Life in the small town of Everhollow had been far from eventful—until tonight. She hadn't planned to stay out late, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, she realized she'd wandered farther than usual. The air felt different now—heavier, as though the forest itself was holding its breath. A low growl shattered the silence. Selene froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned slowly, scanning the woods, but nothing stirred. Her pulse raced as she quickened her pace, her breath visible in the icy air. The growl came again, louder this time, followed by the unmistakable sound of snapping twigs. Panic surged through her veins. Selene broke into a run, weaving between the trees, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But she wasn't fast enough. A massive wolf leapt from the shadows, landing a few feet ahead of her. Its fur was jet-black, its golden eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Selene skidded to a halt, her breath hitching. The creature snarled, baring sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight. Her mind raced. Wolves weren't supposed to be this big. This wasn't an ordinary animal—it radiated an unnatural intelligence, its gaze locked onto hers with almost human intensity. "Stay back," she whispered, though she knew it was futile. The wolf crouched, muscles coiling as it prepared to pounce. Selene closed her eyes, bracing for the worst. A deafening roar echoed through the forest, and the black wolf was suddenly thrown sideways by a blur of movement. Selene's eyes snapped open as two figures tumbled across the forest floor—a second wolf, larger and more imposing, its fur a stormy gray streaked with silver. The two beasts clashed violently, their growls shaking the air. Selene stumbled backward, her instincts urging her to run, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. The gray wolf fought with ferocity, its movements fluid and precise, as though it had been trained for this moment. After a brutal exchange of claws and teeth, the black wolf let out a pained yelp and darted into the shadows, disappearing into the depths of the forest. The gray wolf stood still, its chest heaving as it watched the retreating figure. Slowly, it turned to face Selene. She should have been terrified. But as the wolf's piercing blue eyes met hers, she felt an odd sense of calm. There was no malice in its gaze—only curiosity and something she couldn't quite place. And then it happened. Before her eyes, the wolf began to shift. Its massive frame contorted, bones cracking and reshaping, fur receding to reveal pale skin. Selene's breath caught as the creature transformed into a man.

I was never meant to be discovered. After my father’s death, my mother severed ties with the Jacksonville Pack and retreated into the swamps to hide a secret—me. Raised in this dangerous, isolated wilderness filled with ogres, panthers, and bog hags, I’ve never had contact with anyone except my mother. That is, until the Alpha of the Jacksonville Pack shows up, claiming that we share the rare and fated bond of True Mates. Unfortunately, my awkwardness and lack of social experience make me an unsuitable match, and he quickly breaks our bond, sending me back to the swamps.Just when I’ve given up hope, a mysterious man rescues me and brings me to his home, where I meet his two rough, biker brothers. Cast out from the pack for defying its Alpha, these triplets are also lone wolves. Unlike others, they don’t mock me for my lack of social skills—they take care of me, heal my wounds, and show me the world I’ve been kept from. But dark forces are closing in, and they’re determined to claim my life just as they did my father’s. Can these three protectors save me from the same fate?"True Mate Rejected " is the first book in a trilogy of steamy, near-future paranormal romances featuring an innocent, sheltered heroine and her multiple, tough, protective mates who share her love. There’s no choosing between them. The book contains mature scenes for readers over 18, with mild kink and an age gap. All intimate moments are consensual.

In the beginning, before time, space, or existence, there was only **The First**, the primordial god who existed in solitude. He was the source of all creation, the infinite being who birthed the universe from His own essence. Though boundless in power and needing no assistance, He chose to create other gods and goddesses to share His responsibilities and bring balance to the vast cosmos. **The First** began by shaping time, then dimensions, and finally the universe itself. He crafted stars, planets, and all celestial bodies, giving each its place in the grand design. Yet, despite His omnipotence, He sought companionship and delegation, not out of necessity, but as an act of will. Thus, He created the **Primordial Pantheon**, gods and goddesses who would oversee the many facets of existence: 1. **Super Solar** - The god of heat and fire, who controlled the sun and all things that burned with energy. 2. **Ray Of Light** - The god of illumination, master of light and all that shone within the cosmos. 3. **Amor Venerem** - The goddess of love, who wove the threads of affection and connection among all beings. 4. **Tenebrae Lunae Est Proserpinae** (Goddess Luna) - The goddess of darkness and the moon, who ruled over night and the mysteries hidden within shadows. These deities, though divine and powerful, were not perfect. They possessed wills, desires, and the capacity for creation themselves. Over time, unions among the gods birthed new beings, expanding the pantheon and spreading influence across the realms of existence. Among these descendants were gods and goddesses who wielded dominion over critical aspects of life and death: - **Deus Caeli**: The goddess of heaven and protector of paradise. - **Ponderibus**: The god of judgment, who balanced good and evil at the gates of the afterlife. - **Mundus Mortis**: The god of the realm of the dead, who managed wandering souls and the passage to judgment. - **Infernum**: The god of hell, ruler of torment and punishment for the wicked. ### **The Rise of Saikō-shin** Unbeknownst to **The First**, His decision to delegate power planted the seeds of change. Among the pantheon, one god or goddess was destined to surpass Him—a being whose ambition and strength would disrupt the divine hierarchy. This deity, known as **Saikō-shin** (the Supreme God), was prophesied to emerge as the next ruler of all creation. Unlike the other gods, Saikō-shin possessed a unique trait: the ability to evolve beyond the limits set by **The First**. This evolution was not driven by rebellion but by the natural progression of existence itself. Saikō-shin’s rise began subtly, as they mastered the realms under their control. They united the pantheon, balancing chaos and order, light and darkness, love and judgment. Their influence grew, and with it, the realization that the cosmos demanded a new ruler—one capable of guiding existence into the next era. **The First**, though all-knowing, did not resist this change. He understood that creation was ever-evolving and that His time as the sole god had reached its conclusion. In an act of divine surrender, He passed His power and title to Saikō-shin, who ascended to the throne as the Supreme God. With the ascension of Saikō-shin, the cosmos entered a new era. While **The First** retreated into the void from which He came, His presence remained as a silent watcher, ensuring balance and continuity. Under Saikō-shin's rule, the universe flourished, guided by a new vision and the lessons of its divine predecessors. Thus, the cycle of creation and succession began, ensuring that divinity itself would never grow stagnant, forever adapting to the needs of existence.

One day, the Abyss army was utterly defeated by humanity, losing to just three humans. These three were the greatest and strongest adventurers in human history. They massacred the Abyss forces, wiping out 75% of their army, led by the Abyss King, Thamuz. This forced the Abyss army to retreat to their territory and agree to a treaty with humanity, promising not to attack humans for the next 10 years.

Some exist with pride, others struggle with pride, some compete with pride, and there are those who fail with pride, but very few can walk away with pride. Congratulations, for as you read these lines, you have witnessed the whole lives of many great basketball players. This pronunciation was embodied when Stephen Curry, after facing defeat in 2021, claimed that no one would want to face them the following season; When Tim Duncan was convinced before the start of the 2014 Finals that they would not mess up; When Kobe Bryant promised at Old Buss's memorial to take the Lakers to the playoffs; When Nowitzki, shedding his label as a soft player, retreated to the locker room in tears at night; When Kevin Garnett let out a skyward howl after holding the championship trophy; When the 2004 Detroit Pistons won and the F4 Lakers lost… Our story begins in an era when pride still mattered.

Keller’s lips were warm, defiant, and unyielding, meeting Aiden’s with the same ferocity that mirrored the storm between them. It wasn’t love—not yet. It was chaos, desperation, and the inescapable force of two worlds colliding, leaving no space for retreat or restraint.

(Fast development | MATURE CONTENT) Old Title: Seven Days Chase A short story about a slightly amnesiac fudanshi who hides his real face and also crossdresses. ~#~#~#~#~#~ Ling Xie, our fudanshi protagonist, juggles three distinct identities. As Ling Xie, he’s just an ordinary college student. As Cao Chang, he’s the son of a renowned fashion designer. And as Churong, he’s a famous part-time matchmaker with a growing reputation. But after a careless mistake—and an unexpected live kabedon scene that set them up—Ling Xie’s life takes an unpredictable turn when he meets Chen Yi. With Chen Yi’s relentless and aggressive pursuit, Ling Xie’s carefully constructed walls crumble one by one in just a single week, leaving him with no room to hide and nowhere to retreat. ~#~#~#~#~#~ [M] = [MATURE CONTENT] —patreon.com/TsukiyuBunnies

The pursuit of cultivation is to seek immortality, but life span has an end, hence the need for continuous cultivation to become a sage or an emperor, thereby extending one's life. Chen Xia, however, has completely reversed this, for since his transmigration, he has been immortal and has gained an attribute point system, earning an attribute point for every year he lives longer. Thus, a legend of a top-tier old six has emerged among the myriad realms. "A gentleman seeks revenge, and a hundred thousand years is not too late." "When you are at your peak, I retreat; when you are in decline, I dominate." —— Chen Xia

In a world that is full of beast tamers, Samuel who lives with his sole parent, his father, is faced with a crisis when their village is attacked. It's on this occasion that he finds out that his father was also a beast tamer. But his strength was not capable of dealing with the beast that had attacked. His beast is killed and he suffers a backlash that leads to him being bedridden. As for the beast that attacked, it retreated after killing almost all the villagers. During his father's dying moments, he reveals that Samuel held a deep power within him and that he should go out and explore it. They had hidden in that village for over 18 years, to avoid the exploitation of his talent. As he finally leaves the village for the first time as long as he could remember, he finally ventures into the world, with a big secret hidden within him.

Aria Winters has spent her life in the shadows, working to support her bedridden mother and younger brother in the poorest part of the Crescent Moon Pack. When her mate is revealed at the New Alpha’s Mating Ceremony, she feels a flicker of hope—until Beta Colin Hunt rejects her in front of everyone, branding her unworthy. Heartbroken, Aria retreats into the night, only to be claimed by the most powerful Lycan alive—King Magnus Draven, a man twice her age who had given up on finding his mate. With one kiss, he shatters her world and ignites a chain of events no one could foresee. But not everyone is willing to let Aria live her new life. Old enemies emerge, secrets from her past resurface. As danger closes in, Aria must decide who she can trust—and whether her bond with the Lycan King will be strong enough to survive the truth that’s about to be revealed. What dark secrets lie in wait, and how far will her enemies go to tear her from the man destined to be hers?

In the vibrant atmosphere of an art gallery, Clara Thompson finds herself enveloped in the soothing scents of fresh paint and polished wood while managing an exhibition that sparks a deep yearning within her. Despite her outward composure, she feels a sense of longing that stems from both her creative suppression and the recent end of a lackluster relationship with Mark. As she interacts with a captivating stranger named Lucian, the pulse of attraction ignites as they share a charged conversation about art and desire. Lucian's sultry presence and enigmatic charm draw Clara in, leaving her breathless as he introduces the intriguing concept of **The Velvet Room**—a secretive sanctuary where art and sensuality intertwine in an exploration of unbridled passions. Each notion he presents adds fuel to the fire of her dormant desires, challenging her to consider stepping outside her comfort zone. Tension mounts as Lucian's touch and words evoke a visceral reaction within Clara, awakening fantasies she had buried. The allure of embracing her hidden yearnings becomes irresistible, yet the prospect fills her with both excitement and apprehension. As the night progresses and the crowd thins, Clara grapples with the weight of her unfulfilled longing, torn between the safety of her curated life and the thrill of the unknown. Ultimately, Clara's encounter with Lucian leaves her contemplating a significant choice: to explore a world where her desires can flourish and awaken or retreat into the familiar confines of her past. As she returns home, Clara stares into her reflection, feeling the pull of adventure and a whispering promise of self-discovery. With her heart pounding, she teeters on the brink of embracing a journey into the depths of her passions, setting the stage for a transformative exploration of her sensuality.

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

"The heavenly dog ​​rises from the earth and falls into the sunset. The sky is as red as blood, and the lucky star retreats into nothingness. In the vastness, a man stumbles forward, paving the way with difficulty, and blood is spilled with every step. Only a stalk of chrysanthemum withers behind him." This is a prophecy that no one can interpret, but some people say that this is my fate. Others say that the ritual officials are involved in yin and yang, are good at tombs, and cover up the secrets of heaven. The nobles of ancient times were all buried in their hands to protect future generations. In the end, they did not die well, and I could not escape it. But I don't accept it...

In a world in a distant universe similar to ours, dragons were the supreme rulers for millions of years. But one day, a supernova struck their planet, making it uninhabitable for hundreds of thousands of years and killing almost all life on its surface. When the catastrophe ended, the decimated dragons struggled to recover, while other races rose up and became the new rulers, hunting the surviving dragons and forcing them to retreat away from civilization. The dragons fell back into bestiality and violence, regressing further and further until they were little more than animals. Now, dragons are a species on the verge of extinction, and nothing would seem able to change their fate... or maybe not? Haku, one of the youngest member of a dying species that struggle to survive, refuses this. He decides it's not right to surrender to the rules of that difficult and terrible world into which he had the misfortune to be born, and he doesn't want his brothers and sisters to do it either. He believes that there must be something else, some other way to live without fear. So, let's follow the journey of Haku and his siblings, a journey that will take them across the world and beyond, against a fate that none of them is willing to accept.

The spectral legions of Zephyr the Abyssal, Dark Lord of the Abyss, bring an icy death to the world. Bleached bone mountains rise, a testament to his tyranny, while tormented souls, twisted into demonic servants, bolster his ever-growing army. Humanity's vibrant history is a fading memory, swallowed by the encroaching darkness. Yet, against this overwhelming despair, the sun's life-giving warmth persists, nurturing the fragile seeds of hope. The embers of peace, though faint, still glow, a defiant spark against the abyssal night. Nestled at the foot of the imposing Mount Cinderfang, within the protective circle of the ancient bronze Citadel of Whispers, lies the secluded hamlet of Whisperwind. This sacred site, home to the Celestial Monastery, is guarded by monks imbued with righteous might. Within the Monastery, these monks maintain a tireless vigil, their disciplined ranks a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. Their sacred duty: to protect the people of Whisperwind from the formidable magical forces that threaten from beyond the Citadel of Whispers. The memory of Elder Theron's stand against Zephyr the Abyssal and his legions still echoes—a battle of unparalleled ferocity that stained the autumn afternoon with the blood of countless fallen. Good and evil clashed with a rage unseen before, overwhelming the Celestial Monastery. Forced to retreat to the sanctuary of Mount Cinderfang, Elder Theron, grievously wounded, hid a peerless spiritual treasure deep within a secret chamber beneath Oracle Falls before his death. With his last breath, he merged with the surging energies... Creating the Infernal Lock formation, the people of Whisperwind, protected by the Citadel of Whispers, have withstood countless attacks from the demonic hordes over the years. This powerful shield afforded the Celestial Monastery precious time to train exceptional disciples, true paragons of martial prowess. The legend of a hero who would vanquish tyranny would remain untold were it not for the appearance of a certain individual: Drakon, an orphan boy from Whisperwind. Fate led this youth to encounter the Sunfire Drake, a divine beast hatched from a colossal golden egg, possessing the power to unleash devastating flames. Drakon's destiny was forged in three blades: Crimson Edge, a longsword representing humanity's strength; Dawnbreaker, a legendary blade imbued with divine power; and Nightshade, the infernal blade of the demonic legions, a weapon that bound the fearsome Obsidian Drake. This duality—the Sunfire Drake against the Obsidian Drake, light against darkness—mirrored the internal conflict within Drakon, the eternal struggle between good and evil, the choice between righteous and wicked paths. With his draconic companion and his ultimate weapons, Drakon ascended to the pinnacle of power, a figure who challenged both the demonic world and the forces of light. To understand better, I invite you to step into the world of mysterious stories, accompany me in this novel "Blood red sun day kill Gohts"!

After a decade of love and devotion, Beatrice's world shattered when her husband, Shawn, perished in a tragic accident. The agony was compounded by the cruel fate that denied her even a glimpse of his remains. Her mother-in-law's venomous words—labeling her "bad luck"—proved the final blow, forcing Beatrice to retreat to her parents' home. Pregnant, widowed and heartbroken, Beatrice struggled to rebuild her life. However, fate had other plans. Enter Ethan, a brooding ex-convict driven by a thirst for vengeance and a quest for greatness. Love and family ties meant nothing to him—until he became Beatrice's neighbor. As their paths continued to cross, Beatrice and Ethan engaged in a series of intense, verbal sparring matches. Yet, beneath their animosity, a spark of intrigue flickered to life. What was it about the wounded, pregnant widow that captivated Ethan's attention? And what drew Beatrice to the enigmatic, troubled stranger, compelling her to help him find redemption? As the tension between them builds, Beatrice and Ethan must confront their own demons and the darkness that has haunted them for so long. Will they find a way to heal, to forgive, and to love again? Or will the trouble of their pasts and the lies that bind them tear them apart forever?

◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.

【Light Version Synopsis】 Born into poverty, orphaned, and abandoned by his pretty fiancee, our protagonist seems ripe for a standard rags-to-riches story. But fate takes a turn when his fiancee suddenly changes her mind: "I'm not calling off the engagement! And I'll cover all living expenses while we live together!" With nothing to lose, he agrees. But something seems off about his fiancee after one night together... ———————— 【Serious Version Synopsis】 As demons wreak havoc across the continent of Divine Land, humanity retreats to sprawling metropolises, barely clinging to survival amidst rising discord. From north to south, divisions deepen; noble houses and imperial factions clash incessantly; the common folk suffer under oppression; and roving bands of rebels bide their time, ready to upheave the fragile order at a moment's notice. Describing this human world in two words? Utter chaos, a quagmire. Transmigrated into this world, the frail youth Cheng Jinyang sets two modest goals for himself: 1. To regain his health through physical training. 2. To become stronger! (Note: As the title suggests, all the heroines in this novel are not quite 'Normal'.) ============ Translation Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. I am solely responsible for the translation efforts. If you like the novel, please help me by giving a review and power stones. This series is currently being hosted on Hiraethtranslation. For advanced chapters : https://hiraethtranslation.com/novel/girl-theres-something-wrong-with-you/

Rudra was in the middle of his morning exercise, the rhythmic thud of his feet on the ground and the cool morning air clearing his mind. But his routine was abruptly interrupted by a sound that sent a chill down his spine—the piercing wail of the base siren. That siren only meant one thing: enemy jets were closing in on Indian airspace. Rudra was the first to engage the income Pakistani jets, locking onto an F-16. His MiG might have been old, but in his hands, it was deadly. His first missile found its mark, taking down one of the Pakistani jets. He quickly locked onto a second F-16, but this time, the enemy pilot deployed flares, deflecting the missile. As Rudra maneuvered for another strike, Captain Jorawar’s F-16 swooped in. Rudra managed to avoid the missile fired by Jorawar with a rapid maneuver, but the intense move took a toll on his aging MiG—his engine caught fire, and alarms began blaring in the cockpit. He ejected just in time, but disaster struck—his parachute caught fire, leaving him falling fast towards the earth. As Rudra fell, the cold wind whipping against his face, his life flashed before his eyes—not just the battles and the glory, but the regrets that weighed heavy on his heart. In those final moments, a thought gripped him: if somehow, by some miracle, I survive this... if I get another chance... I will live my life to the fullest. It wasn’t just about duty anymore; it was about making amends, about healing the wounds that time and circumstance had torn open. His mind turned to his foster family—the people who had taken him in after he lost his parents at the age of four. Commander Karanveer Batra, his father's friend, had raised him like his own son, alongside his own children. Yet, despite all the love they had given him, a distance had grown between them. The estrangement had left a scar on his mind, one that made him realize the difference between true blood and a foster family. The girl he had once loved, with all the intensity of a young heart, had ended up marrying his foster brother. She had become his sister-in-law, and Rudra had never dated anyone after that. The pain of that unrequited love had strained his relationship with his brother, and by extension, with his foster father and sister. He could still see his foster father's disappointed, pained face and his sister's helpless, sad eyes. If I survive... I’ll make things right, he vowed. I’ll repair those bonds, and I’ll create a family of my own—a family that I can truly call my own. As these thoughts filled his mind, a strange calm settled over him, and slowly, the world around him faded away. In the distance, the reinforcements from Jamnagar arrived, forcing Jorawar and his squadron to retreat. But for Rudra, the battle was over. What went unnoticed, however, was that Rudra's body had fallen onto the ancient steps of a Shiva temple, believed to be self-manifested. The temple stood silent and untouched, yet from within its depths, a thick, unnatural fog began to seep out, swirling with purpose as it crept closer to his still form—its intent unknown, its origin a mystery. Squadron Leader Rudra Pratap was born in 1992. At 32 years old, he had never married, dedicating his life to duty. And this seemed to be the end of his story... or perhaps, the beginning of something new. Follow Rudra on his journey as he defies fate, transforming from a patriotic soldier into a shrewd and calculating businessman. Watch as he not only reshapes his own life, but alters the balance of global power in his relentless pursuit of success. .................................................. #India 2 Chapters/Week

After being reincarnated in a world of Gods, Demons, and Great Emperors, Wang Wei embarks on a journey to bear Heaven Mandate, proves the Dao, and proclaims himself a Great Emperor--a Supreme Being that overlooked Myriad World and Races. However, his Dao involves despising fate and its encompassing glory. So what awaits our protagonist on his journey full of vicissitudes to defy and even control fate? While he controls the fate of countless races and worlds, is fate playing with him? Can he escape the very shackles of fate that he controls? Better Synopsys: After an unknown cosmic accident that enveloped the Earth, Wang Wei was reincarnated into a magical world of spiritual cultivation. This world was composed of powerful Demons, cunning and brutal Devils, ruthless and indifferent Gods, detached and ethereal Immortals. More Importantly, Great Emperors--Supreme Beings that stand above everyone and everything, even life and death itself. Despite being born in one of the most powerful sects in the world, Wang Wei was placed under tremendous pressure when so many expectations were placed on him by his sect due to the fact they have not cultivated a Great Emperor for countless millennia--an act which threatened the fundamental status of his family, friends, and sect. On top of that, Wang Wei was not one of the chosen few of this world that was granted special gifts by Heaven, thus further aggravating his circumstances. However, he did not retreat in the face of adversity. With the mindset that “If Heaven does not give me, I shall take it for myself”, Wang Wei begins to plan his rise to the top with a brilliant tactical mind and the help of his mysterious soul so that one day he will become a Great Emperor that not only control his fate but the fate of all lives in existence. This story has a similar setting as Emperor Dominion, I am a True Villain, and Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go. If you enjoy this type of story, then you will enjoy my story. The first 30 chapters or so have many problems story-wise, so please bear with it as I was just beginning as a writer. However, I promise the story gets better afterward. Discord:https://discord.gg/bnsezTApeY Go check out my Pa.tr.eon: .https://www.patréon.com/LazySageDao Or just go into the site and search for my author name (LazySageDao). So, go and support me if you can. Warnings: No Young Master and Face Slapping. Disclaimer: The image on the cover does not belong to me. If the original author wants me to take it down, just leave a comment in one of the new chapters of the book.

Ara Jeon is a survivor, but the shadows of her past refuse to let her go. Haunted by recurring nightmares of a horrific night she can't forget, she wakes up gasping for air, her mind trapped in a cycle of pain and fear. In these dreams, a mysterious woman in red looms, mocking her suffering and holding answers Ara desperately needs. Ara Jeon was once a talented and bright young woman, with dreams of becoming a successful artist and model. However, a traumatic event at 17 caused her to retreat from her dreams and the world she once loved. At 20, Ara meets Taehyun Park, a kind and understanding man who slowly brings hope back into her life. Despite the emotional scars of her past, Ara finds herself opening up to Taehyun and rediscovering her passion for art and life. Unfaced Husband is a heartfelt story of healing, resilience, and love as Ara learns to face her past and embrace a future with Taehyun by her side.

Kael Draven, the strongest human who fought against the Anthi-Org—a universal threat set on conquering the universe—was betrayed by one of his own when victory was almost within reach. He and his allies were known as the Exo Primevals, the first to wield an Exoskeleton suit known as Aegis Prime—a powerful piece of equipment created by the most advanced species to finally destroy the Anthi-Org and end the war. But with his teammate betrayal, Kael was sealed away in impenetrable ice, his people’s planets fell under enemy control, and the Anthi-Org rose to dominance. The Exo Primevals were forced to retreat, doing what they could to salvage what remained of their worlds. Countless lives were lost. Centuries passed, and Kael’s icy prison eventually shattered. The strongest human—or what used to be—woke up in a future he barely recognized. Learning that the Anthi-Org won, Kael is now driven by revenge. He vows to find the one who betrayed him and finish what he started. The war may be lost, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be reignited. --- Additional Tags: Cold blooded protagonist, Smut, S*x Scenes, Antihero, *sshole Protagonist and more, mainly for flexibility. What to expect: This novel is LitRPG. If you are a fan of Power Rangers/Kamen Rider, Warframe, and other Suit related novel/movies/shows then this is for you. Try to read for at least 20 chapters and see if this novel fits your taste. Don't worry about the consistent update at first but once the book got a contract, I will upload daily with at least 2000 words. Thank you.

#KINGDOMBUILDING #MILITARY #SLICEOFLIFE Un groupe d'amis en la noirceur de la nuit se font dévorer par un phénomène pour qui le mot d'étrange n'est point suffisant a le décrire . Années 1206 les Almohade/Al Muwahhidun une entité surpuissante règne en maître sur l'Afrique du nord et la péninsule Ibérique , rien et personne n'aurait pus prédire que cette même superpuissance vivait ses dernières heures de gloire et qu'une sombre ère qui allait durer la moitié d'un siècle pointait son nez sur le cœur de cet empire du Maghreb . Nos protagonistes se retrouvent en plein dans la tourmente de cette période trouble où Sultans/Califes de l'empire se succèdent a un rythme alarmant rappelant la période l'Empire Romain d'Occident , la criminalité connais une hausse , l'empire recule de face aux chrétiens Ibériques et les dynasties vassales à l'empire , pour la première fois depuis 2 siècles les routes commerciales transSaharienne , d'Al Andalus et du Maghreb son sujettes à des raids constants des bandits et criminels en tous genres , le commerce ralentit , l'instabilité se repend , les vivres et marchandises ne circulent plus , les famines accompagnées d'épidémies se déclarent dans tous l'empire , les officiers et bureaucrates de l'empire meurts de façon étrange et misterieuse , ceux qui leur succèdent ne font chaque années que renforcer leur image d'incompétence et de corruption , tous dans l'empire espèrent un messie qui les sauveras eux et cet dernier rempart de l'Occident islamique des loups affamés d'Europe . que fera nos protagonistes pour survivre et vivre en cette période trouble et confuse ? parviendront ils a survivre face aux imprévus de la vie en cet empire qui n'est qu'une simulations titanesques du concept de décadence. English version A group of friends in the dark of night are devoured by a phenomenon for which the word "strange" is not enough to describe it. In the year 1206, the Almohads/Al Muwahhidun, an overpowering entity, reigned supreme over North Africa and the Iberian Peninsula. Nothing and no-one could have predicted that this same superpower was living out its final hours of glory and that a dark era that would last half a century was about to dawn on the heart of this Maghreb empire. Our protagonists find themselves in the midst of the turmoil of this troubled period, when the empire's sultans and caliphs succeed one another at an alarming rate, reminiscent of the period of the Western Roman Empire, crime is on the rise, the empire is retreating in the face of the Iberian Christians and the dynasties vassal to the empire, for the first time in 2 centuries the trans-Saharan trade routes of Al Andalus and the Maghreb are subject to constant raids by bandits and criminals of all kinds, Trade was slowing down, instability was spreading, food and goods were no longer circulating, famines accompanied by epidemics were breaking out throughout the empire, the empire's officers and bureaucrats were dying in strange and misterious ways, and those who succeeded them every year only reinforced their image of incompetence and corruption, everyone in the empire was hoping for a messiah who would save them and this last bulwark of the Islamic West from the the hungry wolves of Europe. What will our protagonists do to survive and live in these troubled and confused times? Will they manage to survive in the face of the unforeseen events of life in this empire, which is nothing more than a titanic simulation of the concept of decadence?

Ara Jeon is a survivor, but the shadows of her past refuse to let her go. Haunted by recurring nightmares of a horrific night she can’t forget, she wakes up gasping for air, her mind trapped in a cycle of pain and fear. In these dreams, a mysterious woman in red looms, mocking her suffering and holding answers Ara desperately needs. Ara Jeon was once a talented and bright young woman, with dreams of becoming a successful artist and model. However, a traumatic event at 17 caused her to retreat from her dreams and the world she once loved. At 20, Ara meets Taehyun Park, a kind and understanding man who slowly brings hope back into her life. Despite the emotional scars of her past, Ara finds herself opening up to Taehyun and rediscovering her passion for art and life. Unfaced Husband is a heartfelt story of healing, resilience, and love as Ara learns to face her past and embrace a future with Taehyun by her side.

This is the story of a modern man who transmigrates to 16th-century India in a parallel world after dying to save his first crush on a date. He regresses as a lowly-ranked soldier in the camp of Hemu, the last northern Hindu king, who is fated to lose and die at the hands of the Mughals. With his modern knowledge and past experiences, the protagonist alters the course of history, forcing the Mughals to surrender and retreat beyond the Ravi River, which is in modern-day Pakistan. As a reward, he is granted trading rights and becomes the emperor’s personal attendant. Using this opportunity, he sets out to reshape the empire. By promoting private enterprise, establishing trading company, and creating opportunities for the lower communities, he begins to shift India’s economy away from the feudal system toward modern capitalism. And all this began with the advent of his mercenary army, which excelled in firearms far ahead of its time. His journey is filled with trials, including internal turmoil, political strife, and the looming threat of invasion from the Mughals in the west, Tibet from the north and the Dutch and Portuguese in the south. As the emperor’s trusted aide, the protagonist not only rescues the crumbling empire but also forges his own path, eventually claiming the title of emperor himself. Join him on this incredible journey of empire's ascension, as he explores how India could have been in the 16th century if history had taken a different course. With just one battle's result, the fate of the entire world is transformed. Discord : https://discord.com/invite/pSeBQUVRrf  Discord id: jeet_author_1993 (for direct contact) Notes: Don't forget to check sample work and maps in aux as glimpse of this novel Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on history in alternate universe. It doesn't claims to be always historically correct. Reader's discretion is advised. All images used are AI based. Feel free to contact me in case you have any dispute.

(MATURED CONTENT) Heidi's voice barely whispered, "I don't know who that is." Viktor's lips twitched, and he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with a malicious light. Heidi felt like prey, trapped by his towering figure. She instinctively retreated, but Viktor closed the distance again. His eyes narrowed at her movement. "Tell me, Heidi," he said, his voice smooth and calm. "Who do you fear most?" Heidi's back hit the wall, leaving her no escape. "Y-you, milord." she stammered. Viktor's wicked smile grew. "Then why do you lie to me, Heidi?" He leaned in, his breath dancing across her ear. "Making me want to do...bad things to you." Heidi swallowed hard. "B-bad things?" ------- It's a world where class and power had woven itself into the fabric of life. Heidi is a young and rather rebellious slave who seems to have an addiction to getting into trouble. She disguises herself as a noble lady in order to save the one person who was family to her. Her life takes a new turn when the cold eyes of Viktor crane, the first prince of Bloodstone falls on her. A pair of eyes that soon refuses to leave her out of sight. Note: This is a slow burn fantasy romance book. Do not expect kissing or bed scenes in the first 40 chapters....at least. This is also a fantasy book, so if you see birds flying without wings or fishes walking on land, don't be surprised. it's all part of the plot.

At the tender age of five, a girl who calls herself August witnesses a harrowing betrayal. Her beloved uncle, once a trusted family member, turns against her parents in a treacherous act that shatters her world. In the aftermath, he abandons her at a cold, unfeeling orphanage. August, a child of extraordinary intelligence, retreats into silence, her mind a labyrinth of thoughts and plans. Her brilliance, however, is shadowed by a mental disorder that drives her to harm those around her. This dark side of her nature isolates her further, making her a figure of fear and mystery among the other children. By the age of thirteen, August's actions lead to her arrest and confinement in a notorious prison known for its brutality. Yet, her sharp mind and unyielding spirit refuse to be caged. She orchestrates a daring escape, vanishing into the shadows. Every year, on the 11th day of August, whispers of her return spread like wildfire. August embarks on a relentless quest for vengeance, targeting those who wronged her and her family. Her name becomes synonymous with fear, a ghostly avenger who strikes with precision and disappears without a trace. In a world that underestimated her, August rises as a formidable force, her story a chilling reminder of the lengths one can go to seek justice and retribution.

Alex, an 18-year-old high schooler, lives a seemingly ordinary life with his loving mother, Monica, and his bubbly 7-year-old sister, Maria. His father, John, a dedicated soldier, visits them once every two months, bringing joy and stability to their home. Life feels normal, even predictable—until one fateful day changes everything. A chilling message from the army headquarters announces that John has survived a devastating plane crash but is gravely injured. Rushing to his side, the family finds him confined to a wheelchair. As Monica speaks with the doctor about taking John home, her composure remains unusually calm, even… happy. Back home, the day winds down. After dinner, Alex retreats to his room, hoping to distract himself with a chat among friends. But when Monica steps into his room, something shifts. She moves closer, her arms enveloping him in an unexpected embrace. Silent tears stream from her eyes, falling onto Alex’s cheeks, carrying a weight of unspoken emotions and an unshakable mystery. What lies behind Monica’s strange reaction? What secrets are buried in their seemingly perfect family? Each page unravels a story of love, loss, and a truth that could change Alex’s life forever.

“I'm pregnant” I declared, as I bowed my head to avoid his piercing gaze on me. “I'm not ready to be a father yet, so take it out” He replied icily, my eyes which were filled with tears, widened. That night was one that brought misery into my life, I was naive and that led me straight into the Devil's Den. “You forgot your place!” He mocked me while I laid on the floor in tears of shame and disgrace. “I don't do peasants” he smirked, I felt my throat go dry as I took hold of the hem of my dress and held it tightly. Was I just called a peasant? ‘Shut it! Aren't you one?’ My subconscious mind mocked in my head, and I sobbed pinching myself because I did forget my place as a ‘maid’. “Rebels don't surrender to emotions” his eyes darkened as he spoke those words to me then he turned to leave. More tears streamed down my eyes as I watched his retreating steps. He took my virginity and I couldn't stop him because I was helpless. I curse the day our paths crossed because ever since, he's brought pain into my life. Who is he? Want to know how our paths crossed? Who am I and how did I lose my virginity to him? Read this book