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Razor Kitsune

An angel‘s road to hell

What happens if the one transcendent being that cares for mortals fell and got a second chance in a world full of magic, intrigue and possibly even friendships? Does the past determine the future or are we all able to pick our own destiny? An angel, one of the two nigh immortal species in existence, has been hunted and killed by his own kind because he wasn’t prepared to watch silently while his people followed their own desires to whatever end. When, against all odds, he opened his eyes again, he was someone else, his past and powers hidden deep within him. On an ancient world, with advanced magic but medieval technology, he was reborn as Cassandra Pendragon, the youngest daughter of one of the five royal families on Boseiju, the home of the fox tribe, the kitsune. As she grew up, who she was and who she had been, started shaping her future. Forgotten friends and unknown enemies began knocking at her door and while she struggled to find her way between the past and the present, the winds of war were already blowing across her home. I‘ll try to publish at least 2 chapters a week, probably more. The first story arc is pretty much mapped out. Should be around 150 or 160 chapters for the first volume (it’s taking much longer than I expected) and the second one is nearly finished as well. Try it, it should be one hell of a ride. One more thing: the first two chapters are more or less a prologue and if you want to, you can skip them, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. The writing style as well as the perspective shifts dramatically, afterwards. As for trigger warnings: it’s going to get gory from time to time, and the MC often has to pay a toll in blood. Additionally there are -mildly- sexualised scenes, once in a while, but nothing graphic. Lastly, somewhen webnovel changed the description box from female lead to female oriented. It’s mandatory and I can’t change it either way but I have no clue if the book is catering male or female preferences. I hope the description above makes up for whatever confusion it might cause.
David_Amann · 929.5K Views

Transmigration Of A Sly Killer: Taming Beasts And Conquering The Realm

She was once an elite assassin, feared for her cunning mind and lethal skills. After years of operating in the shadows as the infamous "White Fox," she finally allowed herself a rare break—a vacation in the comfort of her modern apartment. While relaxing in her own sanctuary, the familiar world she knew suddenly shattered when a mysterious system activated, pulling her away from everything she had known and transmigrating her into a bizarre new realm. She awakens in a land ruled by powerful beastmen, where females are rare and fiercely protected. Stripped of her modern tools yet still armed with a razor-sharp dagger and a mind honed by years of deadly work, she finds herself in a world where her survival depends on adapting quickly and completing missions given by her latent, mysterious system. Unlike the delicate women of this realm, she is ruthless, calculating, and a two-faced cold-hearted killer who will stop at nothing to conquer the challenges before her. As she tames savage beasts and navigates treacherous alliances, cryptic system texts echo in the back of her mind, urging her toward an unknown destiny. Yet, as rival forces rise and long-buried secrets resurface, an enigmatic power stirs deep within her—a power that even she does not fully understand. Amidst this chaotic world, she encounters powerful beastmen—each as dangerous as they are captivating. All wanted nothing but her. With the system's eerie commands marking her fate, if this new world seeks to control her, it will first have to survive her. When the system whispered her name, a strange sensation filled her. [Nyxaria Duneveil, the main mission has been initiated.] She felt a sudden chill creep down her spine, an odd familiarity tugging at the edges of her mind. "Nyx..aria... Duneveil? No, that's not my name… or is it? Why does it feel so strange… familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time? If it's not my name, then... what is my name?" In this unfamiliar world, where nothing felt like home, her own name became a haze to her—like a puzzle missing a crucial piece. It gnawed at her, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of discomfort, as though something vital about herself was just out of grasp. A fleeting memory danced just beyond her reach, like a whisper from a past she couldn't recall.
Unknown_M_9093 · 1.4K Views

Worlds Unbound

Humanity has scattered across the stars, held together only by the unstable surges of Ricci Flow drives and the ancient, fragile Silent Network. Interstellar peace is tenuous at best. The Solarian Confederacy clings to order with rigid traditions and the ominous Mindfire Protocols that keep AI in check, while the ambitious Cygnus Combine pushes the limits of technology and commerce, stoking fear and suspicion. Beneath their cold war, something deeper lurks, waiting. That fragile balance shatters when Relay Node 717—an essential communications hub in the contested Fringe Sector 8—suddenly goes dark. Navigation becomes dangerous, messages stop flowing, and the sector descends into chaos. Solarian Command immediately blames Cygnus, and warships begin to mobilize. The galaxy teeters on the brink. Agent Kaelen Riley of the Solarian Bureau of Cognitive Security is sent to confirm the official story. But as she digs deeper, doubt creeps in. The pieces fit too well. The narrative is too clean. Meanwhile, on the lawless Waypoint Station Epsilon, Jax, a Fringe pilot drowning in debt, finds himself trapped—his ship grounded, his options running out. Desperate for a way out, he takes a job that lands him in the crosshairs of something much bigger. At the same time, xeno-archaeologist Dr. Lena Petrova, stationed near the wreckage, picks up strange energy fluctuations—whispers of something alien beneath the chaos. Fate throws them together, each with their own reasons for digging deeper. Riley wants the truth beyond her orders. Jax needs to escape. Petrova is chasing a mystery that defies known science. Aboard Jax’s battered freighter, the Razor’s Edge, they plunge into the heart of Sector 8, dodging debris, hostile patrols, and their own distrust of each other.
sifat47 · 328 Views

The Chrono Detective

In Neo-Pandora, 2247 time is a fragile commodity. The invention of the Temporal Engine granted humanity glimpses into the past and future—but at a catastrophic cost. Reality itself has begun to unravel, splintering into fractured timelines that bleed into the present. Amidst the neon-lit chaos of this dystopian metropolis, Detective Elias Voss, a disgraced chrono-physicist turned private investigator, survives by solving cases tied to temporal anomalies. Haunted by a failed experiment that scarred him with the ability to see time’s fractures, Elias walks the razor’s edge between the past’s ghosts and the future’s shadows.  When Dr. Lila Kane, a desperate Temporal Institute scientist, begs for his help, Elias is thrust into a conspiracy that threatens to erase Neo-Pandora from existence. A rogue experiment has unleashed a time rift fueled by the Fractured Hourglass, a mythical artifact rumored to hold dominion over time itself. As Elias and Lila race to stop the rift, they uncover a chilling truth: the Hourglass is merely a fragment of the Chrono Core, an ancient power capable of rewriting history—or erasing it entirely.  But the Core’s secrets are guarded by shadowy forces. From the neon-drenched underworld to the Institute’s ivory towers, Elias confronts rogue time travelers, paradox-born monsters, and his own fractured memories. Every step closer to the Chrono Core warps reality further, forcing Elias to question what—or who—is truly real. As the rift consumes the city, he must decide whether to repair time… or shatter it to save humanity Will Elias Voss outrun the ghosts of his past, or will time itself become his greatest enemy?  The Chrono Detective is a high-stakes journey through a collapsing world where every second counts—and every choice could doom reality itself. 
Sparkz27 · 4.6K Views

OLD-WORLD EXTRA

{Check out my new novel, Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death} 'Born In Ruins' was a forgettable read. That was the only way Emir could describe the pages of the novel he had found himself reincarnated into. The young man barely knew anything, but the snippets he had recalled only caused him unending sorrow... As what awaited him was only tragedy and an early death. It was a depressing story, one that he had planned to flip on its head—all for his salvation. — In this post-apocalyptic world, monsters fought humans and cyborgs in a battle for survival on a scale greater than ever before. A world where innocence and death were a luxury, where the line between heroes and villains was razor-thin. Within its expanse, 'Ancient Clans,' 'Galactic Federations,' 'Factions', and 'Corporations' presided over colossal 'Ruins' that dwarfed the concept of life itself. Survivors of the 'Third World War' continuously dove into the 'Old World,' 'Hunting' for 'Relics' in any ruin that they could find on Earth, desperate to reclaim 'Lost' technology, to stand a fighting chance against the inevitable. But it appeared that 'Earthkind' had met their match. …However, Emir would never allow that fate to take its course. — Emir unraveled layers of the tale and realized the truth of the world. He acquainted himself with the rules of this game before it fully consumed him. And now... no longer content with mere survival, he sought to dominate over the very fabric of this unforgiving universe. Emir shall rise from the pawn he once was, seeking to unravel the mysteries that hounded him. The boundaries of 'Aether,' his father’s disappearance, the noose hanging above his family’s head, and of course… his starless destiny, a fate he longed to control. This pursuit would earn him the epithet: "Prince Of The Fallen." ---------------------------------------------- *Tags: Reincarnation ;), Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Magical Realism, Academy (Volume 3), Romance, Apocalypse, {Anti-Hero. Villain.} *Expect this novel to start slowly; it begins ramping up at the halfway point of volume 1. *The Magic System is introduced at the end of volume 1, read my review and Auxiliary chapter for more on that. *Warning: The main characters have emotions like proper humans. So don't expect your usual emo kid as the MC and come complaining later.
GoldenStache · 1.2M Views

The Fire of Madness: Seraphina and Evander's Suicidal Contract

Time: In the near future of 2035, the "emotional apathy" virus breaks out around the world, and humans gradually lose the ability to love and hate. Core conflict: The multinational technology giant "Eclipse Group" has developed an emotion simulation chip, while the underground organization "Seraphim" advocates using extreme stimulation to awaken real emotions. Madness fusion: Cyberpunk x black humor x neurotic aesthetics, using absurdity to fight nihilism. Seraphina Chen (female lead) Surface: Chief "emotional terrorist" of "Seraph", specializes in throwing crying bombs at rich people's parties/holding rock mass in AI churches Secret: Illegal genetic modification in childhood, emotional fluctuations are 100 times higher than normal people (laughing will shatter glass/causing local rainstorms when sad) Behavior madness: In order to sneak into Evander's press conference, he stuffed himself into a giant gashapon machine and rolled into the venue Kidnapped AI priests to hold a confession ceremony for the sweeping robot Evander Blackthorn (male lead) Surface: Cold-blooded CEO of Eclipse Group, who is willing to remove "emotional pollution sources" to promote emotional chips Secret: Suffering from congenital analgesia, relying on self-mutilation to confirm his presence (the inner layer of his suit is sewn with razor blades) Logical quirks: Using mathematical models to calculate the kissing angle: "37.2 degrees is the most ergonomic" Developed a "breakup probability prediction app" but could not calculate the relationship with Seraphina
1269198453 · 1.2K Views

A Dangerous Obsession

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.
Donna_Sheldon · 107.1K Views

D.R.E.A.D by Umar

In a world where the line between reality and nightmare blurs, Reiyan Arasaka is a boy haunted by shadows. The city he calls home pulses with neon lights and ceaseless noise, but beneath its glittering surface lies a hidden world of demons, ancient legacies, and forgotten gods. Reiyan’s life is upended when he returns home one night to find his family’s estate engulfed in flames and his parents brutally murdered by a monstrous creature from the abyss. As Reiyan grapples with his grief and the horrifying realization that demons are real, he is saved by a mysterious silver-haired man who wields powers beyond human comprehension. This enigmatic figure, known only as Kael, reveals that Reiyan is the last heir of the Aetheris bloodline, a family bound to an ancient pact with the supernatural. The demons that destroyed his home are not random—they are hunting him, drawn by the dormant power within his blood. Thrust into a world of darkness and danger, Reiyan must learn to harness his newfound abilities to survive. Guided by Kael, he discovers that the Aetheris legacy is both a blessing and a curse: it grants him the power to fight back against the demons, but it also marks him as a target for forces far more sinister. As Reiyan delves deeper into the mysteries of his lineage, he uncovers a centuries-old war between humanity and the abyss—a war that threatens to consume the world. But the demons are not his only enemies. Within the shadows lurk rival factions, each with their own agendas, and Reiyan must navigate a treacherous web of alliances and betrayals. As he struggles to control the volatile power within him, he begins to question whether he is destined to save humanity—or destroy it. Dread is a gripping tale of loss, resilience, and the fight for survival in a world where the line between hero and monster is razor-thin. With its blend of heart-pounding action, supernatural intrigue, and emotional depth, this novel will keep readers on the edge of their seats from the first page to the last.
umar_Murtala · 386 Views

Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"

### Enhanced Title: **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** ### Enhanced Summary: Arell Rose, a 17-year-old from the gritty streets of Southside Chicago, is no stranger to trouble. With a rap sheet longer than his high school transcript—petty theft, truancy, and a temper that’s landed him in more fistfights than he can count—he’s teetering on the edge of a life that promises either prison or an early grave. His single mother, a weary nurse working double shifts, has all but given up on him, and his peers see him as little more than a burnout with a sharp tongue and a chip on his shoulder. But beneath the bravado, Arell harbors a raw, untapped talent for words—lyrics that spill out in late-night freestyles under flickering streetlights, unheard by anyone but the stray dogs and the wind. One rainy night, after a botched attempt to jack a corner store for cash lands him battered and bleeding in an alley, Arell’s life takes an inexplicable turn. A strange, pulsating glow emanates from his cracked phone screen, and a voice—smooth, commanding, and oddly digital—introduces itself as the **RAPPER System**. It’s no app, no glitch; it’s a mysterious entity embedded in his reality, offering him a deal he can’t refuse: a shot at redemption, fame, and power, but only if he can conquer its trials and rise to become the greatest rapper alive. The system isn’t some fairy godmother—it’s a relentless taskmaster. It floods Arell’s mind with abilities he never dreamed of: razor-sharp lyric generation, perfect pitch recall, a photographic memory for beats, and even the power to sway crowds with his voice alone. But every gift comes with a catch. The system throws challenges at him like a gauntlet—freestyle battles against ruthless street MCs, cryptic riddles that unlock new skills, and grueling physical trials to sharpen his stage presence. Fail, and the system’s punishments are brutal: migraines that feel like his skull’s splitting, temporary muteness, or the erasure of a hard-earned ability. Arell’s journey is no straight shot to stardom. He’s got to dodge the ghosts of his past—rival gang members who’d rather see him dead than spitting bars, a parole officer who smells trouble, and a childhood friend turned drug dealer who tempts him back to the easy money. The system’s goals force him into the underground rap scene, where he clashes with seasoned vets who mock his youth and wildcards who’ll do anything to take him down. Along the way, he picks up an eclectic crew: a reclusive beatmaker with a dark secret, a fiercely loyal hype girl with dreams of her own, and a shady mentor who knows more about the system than he lets on. As Arell claws his way up, the stakes skyrocket. The system reveals its endgame: a nationwide rap tournament broadcast to millions, where the winner isn’t just crowned the best—they’re granted a mysterious “ultimate reward” that could rewrite Arell’s entire existence. But the closer he gets, the more he questions the system’s origins. Is it alien tech? A government experiment? Or something tied to the father he never knew, a shadowy figure his mom refuses to talk about? And what happens if he wins—or if he loses everything trying? **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** is a pulse-pounding urban odyssey of grit, rhythm, and self-discovery. Can Arell transform his pain into platinum tracks, outrap his demons, and seize a legacy that echoes beyond the block? Or will the system’s demands—and his own flaws—break him before he ever holds the mic as a legend?
KingAlexander1 · 5.6K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 5.8K Views
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