Wow Evoker

Magic must be destroyed for peace to reign. Anything and anyone with magic is nothing but a monster. Estelria is built on a lie. Nite feels a shock pass through him as golden orange sparks fly across his body and knock him unconscious. He opens his eyes to a grassy plain and bumps into a merchant and an oracle who takes him to the kingdom’s capital. Wandering the streets of Estel, he finds himself in the middle of the bustling market. The aroma of spices and the scent of flowers blossomed in the air. Despite the crowd, it was relatively uneventful, till a woman cloaked in red fabric ran through the streets. With one step, she soared to the rooftops, taking a bite out of a ruby apple. Nite's mouth hung open as words escaped his lips. Wow! So cool! He had been fascinated and mesmerized by her. But to his surprise, a mob chased after her with weapons of steel and wood. In a world where magic is evil with the secrets surrounding it being buried in history, Nite is determined to get to its root as he navigates life in Estelria. This novel is updated twice weekly for health and personal reasons that I hope you can understand. Obviously, this novel will be free till completion.

"Ahhhhh…this is the orcs tribe!!!! Abraham was shocked when Mary told him where he was now. " Ehhh…who is this….impossible!!!!.is this me!!!!!" With a loud voice Abraham shouted when he saw a green figure in the reflection of the river water. ###### " What !!! You gave your blood in the transformation potion!!!!" Ramon the leader of the Antilia orcs tribe's voice of disbelief was heard as he spoke to Juana the witch of their orcs tribe. " What can I do, because of the emergency I didn't think much, so only my blood was used" Juana replied with a slightly embarrassed tone but there was clearly no regret visible on her face. ###### " You let him stay near the outer area of ​​the tribe? Are you sure?" Ripley the captain of the Antilia orcs tribe knights asked Ramon. " Isn't that good, if he can survive just think of it as his destiny, but if not, then Juanan's problem will be solved right!" Ramon replied with a calculating tone. " But, what about Juana's response?" Ripley asked confused. "Don't worry, it's better to suffer in the beginning than to suffer longer in the future. Don't you know, the side effects of drinking this change potion, and Juana is our tribe's witch!! So she has to get a candidate from the tribe, not another!!!" Ramon replied with a determined tone. He couldn't possibly give anyone outside his tribe to marry, their witch because it was the same as allowing problems to be nurtured, and he didn't want that. ####### " Ehhh….what kind of house are you going to build Abraham?" Mary asked!! "It's a stilt house" Abraham replied with a smile. "Stilt house, what kind of house is that??" Wall asked Abraham. "I want to know too" Gros also responded. ##### " Come on…come on…you can do it Gros!!!! Abraham's enthusiastic shouts to Gros were heard. " Ahhhhhh...I failed" Gros replied with a helpless tone as he failed to lift the 1000 kg test stone with one hand. ##### "Are you sure Abraham can lift the stone?" Mary asked Wall and Gros. "I doubt it, Abraham can lift it" Wall answered in an uncertain tone "Abraham can definitely lift it, I believe in him" on the other hand Gros said with a different answer. ####### "Wow…..he's amazing!!!!!!!! "He did it!!!!! "This…this is unbelievable!!!! "Abraham….abraham...Abraham…..the sound of cheers echoed across the field, shouting Abraham's name….

I looked at death. Death looked at me. “I wasn’t expecting you to come like this…”death finally says. “Right, I wasn’t expecting it either… oh well, so am i going to be vanquished now?”, I calmly asked back. After staring at me for what felt like hours, he quietly mumbled, “ 1500 years ago, you helped me, it’s only right that i return this favour now.” “Hahaha! Are you pitying me, little brat? There’s no need though. I was getting tired of playing a puppet to those annoying bastards since a long time ago.” “You have always been an eccentric one, Chief Terra”, he sighed as he stared intently at me. “Quit staring. Hurry up and get done with the procedures. I really want to get some rest now.” “I can pull some tricks you know. , Death slowly looked away from me as he took out a greyish blue fountain pen and resumed his duties. “Ugh! Just seeing you like this reminds me of the old days as a pushover that only worked her wings off on that holy desk...Can you just start the vanquished already” Hearing my complains, Death’s hands slightly paused before he started scribbling again. “I found a loophole in the rules book sometime ago…it said that “ A mistake can be overlooked if the creator of that world itself takes responsibility by going in it and makes a unique change that changes the genre of the world and gives the readers a satisfactory ending.” “I have to listen to this gibberish rules and regulations even after I resigned! Wow!”, I didn’t flinch and kept looking back at this seven headed horse who looked like it wanted to scam me of my ticket to eternal rest. . . . I shouldn’t have agreed to that damn swindler! I should have noticed something was off when he started talking about loopholes in the Transmigration Bureau Regulations Book! I got transmigrated into the ultimate mistake of my career - “Regressing Until I Become God Again” !!! Thanks to creating the world of that novel i became the first ever God to almost create a god…which obviously went horribly wrong due to unknown reasons. Ever since then, my life as the chief of the World Creating Department of the transmigration bureau took a cosmic decline. I finally couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to resign. I felt eternal rest would be better than working as a chief who was looked down on by the enter bureau due to that incident. I had a few regrets from back then when I banished the male lead of the world into the black hole when he went on a rampage after almost becoming a god. I didn’t wish for that to happen cause i was the one who made him and that world. And now here i am, “Scale of Heavenly Virtues and Sins ” Chief Terra, an ex- transmigration bureau god instead of being rewarded eternal rest after resigning, i was transmigrated as the missing fiancé of the male lead who dies at the beginning of the novel.

One of the seven strongest people on the continent, the King of Mercenaries. He started a war to avenge his fallen family and destroyed territory but failed and lost his life. However… “Wow, I’m alive?” I returned to the past, back through time. A perfect opportunity to right my regrets and reverse everything. It doesn’t matter if people around me point fingers, calling me a scoundrel, or dismiss me as tr*sh. Because… “I’ve got a plan.” “What plan?” “A plan to destroy everything.” There won’t be a second failure. This time, I’ll wipe out all my enemies. …But first, I need to rebuild this damn estate.

(Mature Content) "He's a monster.... a real menace of our world" In the grand Wisteria Kingdom, Prince Ryan stands as an outcast, a royal burden shrouded in the hatred of his people. He navigates a world where every gaze is laced with disgust and every word is a reminder of his unworthiness. Attempting to escape the confines of his reality, Ryan crosses paths with Jihoon, the prince of Alyssum—a radiant force who shatters his world and rebuilds it in ways he never imagined. In a world ruled by hierarchy and primal instincts, their bond is anything but simple. As their fates intertwine, Ryan is drawn into an unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions: yearning, jealousy, and the aching desire to belong. "We need to stop this. If we don't, the prophecy that has haunted our kingdom for generations..... I fear it could become reality-.....the destruction our ancestors feared most." As Ryan struggles with these strange emotions, which are blooming inside of him for Jihoon, an old evil rises-the legend of the long-feared Alphas, that which evokes hatred by the very people he's fighting. Hints of the past begin to become more defined and threaten to become reality. What will Ryan do as he learns that the true battle is not against his people, but the existence of himself: that which is destined to be the world's overthrow? . . . . . "He was destiny, my power. I wasn’t born for this world but only for him. He was my power and death. So I shall be only for him." -Smut -Omegaverse -Royal family -Kingdoms -Modern royal family Every 2 days after the next chapter will be uploaded.

Ding [congratulations you have acquired the Celestial{God of speed}System] [Do you accept the term and conditions of the system] With a huge claw at his face ready to take off his head, sending him back to the dark abyss from which he had just arrived not so long ago, already accepting his fate for a second death. Henry saw a holographic screen flash in front of him, one that would change his new life for the better... or worse, seeing no other option in his current dilemma and with nothing else to lose. "Yes, yes i accept!" he screamed out with determination and hope that this might just be a miracle here to save him from certain doom,and indeed it was. [You have successfully acquired all the functions and priorities of the system,including its benefits and disadvantages] Henry saw the screen again but that wasn't all he saw to his disbelief everything in the surroundings including the ferocious beast trying to kill him, were now completely still with the lion's claws just a few centimeters away from his head. "Wow, i guess this must be part of the benefits the system granted," he exclaimed with surprise "But what about the demerits?" I guess we'll find out soon enough as this was only just the beginning. Now with his newly acquired "cheat" system in a new world he had just been reincarnated to. From an urban civilization to an even more futuristic, civilized urban utopia where magic and technology are well versed, Henry must find his true purpose in the new world as he discovers more beings like him both good and bad. And as he navigates his way to a better second chance, making new friends and encountering old foes courtesy of his predecessor. Going against both celestial entities and monsters from other realms and doing as he pleases, defying rules of the multiverses and discovering worlds beyond. "Or maybe I'll just kick back and relax in this New World." SNEAK PEAK! Henry stood face to face with the mysterious figure, their suits a stark contrast to each other. Henry's white and gold suit gleamed in the sunlight, while the other figure's black and purple suit seemed to absorb the light around them. A mask covered the figure's face, making it impossible for Henry to discern their identity. "You're quite the legend, Henry," the figure said in a low, gravelly voice "I've heard a lot about your skills." Henry's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" The figure chuckled. "Someone who's been watching you. Someone who's been waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Henry's grip on his fists tightened. "What do you want?" The figure smiled, their mask glinting in the light. "I want to see how fast you really are." Without warning, the figure took off, their black and purple suit blurring as they sprinted away. Henry's eyes widened, and he grinned. "Game on!" he exclaimed, taking off after the mysterious figure. The two speedsters tore through the city streets, their suits leaving trails of distorted air in their wake. As Henry left a trail of gold lightning so did the figure leave one of purple. Henry's Nitro suit glowed with a brilliant white light as he pushed himself to his limits, his feet pounding the pavement in a blur. The mysterious figure was fast, but Henry was determined to catch up. He focused all his energy on the chase, his senses heightened as he navigated the crowded streets. The city became a colorful blur as the two speedsters clashed in a battle of velocity and agility. Henry's heart pounded with excitement, his mind racing with the thrill of the chase. Who was this mysterious figure, and what did they want? Henry was determined to find out. Crap! I wanted to write more but looks like I've reached the word limit. Sigh* Well I hope I've gotten your attention with all this, i like my summary to always look like a trailer, that's why it's so long. Anyways check more of these when you read my book and support, I'll appreciate. Gracias! Check my discord link in bio, join for more info.

The scar you gave and still giving my name is Aileen Quinn, my dream is to travel abroad why? because I want to get my mom out of their claws. who are they? the richest people in this city. though their house is made up of gold we give fire to refine their gold. .............................. today I had the chance to travel abroad, wow I am on the plane, the excitement that brew my heart turned into regrets. the moment I got off the plane I was robbed and left wanting by the police. ... thank goodness there is my savior "you thought I was your savior? me!!! the police here don't like me. I visit them more often than I do my books for a high school student, and they love me for my presence. that place is like my second home" indeed he wasn't joking because of him my passport was ceased they don't trust him.......... now what will I do in this foreign land This cover does not belong to me

In a grand room shrouded in gloom, the dim light of an oil lamp cast faint glimmers on the black marble floor. The ornate decor created an eerie atmosphere, with shadows dancing in every corner. At the center of the room, a young man sat leisurely in a large chair. He wore a black suit paired with a white shirt, a neatly tied long tie, and matching black trousers. His black hooded cloak seemed to blend with the darkness, as if swallowing him into the mystery. His face was covered with pale white makeup like a mask, with simple lines beneath his eyes that emphasized an ominous impression. Red paint formed a faint smile on his lips and adorned his eyes, creating an unnatural contrast, evoking a disturbing yet captivating aura. This figure was known as Mr. Fool, a mysterious man whose name was feared by criminals and nobles alike in the city of Landlum. In front of him stood a young woman named Audrey, exuding elegance. She wore a high-cut noble gown adorned with lace and diamonds, radiating luxury without excess. Her intelligent and confident gaze matched the oppressive aura of the man before her, while her bright smile added a touch of warmth to the room. Their conversation was an exchange of information laced with tension. Audrey, though appearing friendly, carried the cunning of a skilled political player. With respect yet confidence, she requested Mr. Fool’s assistance in obtaining information about a nobleman named Lord Althric. In return, she offered a secret that might pique the man’s interest. Silence hung in the air as Mr. Fool listened to Audrey's offer. Beneath his eerie makeup, a faint smile formed. The man, with a calm and cold demeanor, stated that the price for any information he provided was always equal to its value. Audrey responded with nothing but a smile, unfazed even in the presence of someone so enigmatic. Their meeting was the beginning of a dangerous game, where every word spoken carried unseen risks. Beneath the polite exchange of words, they measured each other's strength, fully aware that in this world, information was the deadliest weapon.

“By going into the lion’s den after getting bitten by the lion itself, do you really think it would cure you, Love?”  Alora’s body clenched which only evoked her desire to the peak level by hearing that dark and husky voice. And she knew nothing can be done to sate this forbidden craving out of her system.  She was a powerful hybrid then why? Why wasn't she able to heal herself!  Alora tilted her head and slowly looked over her shoulders to see those electric blue eyes that were becoming her ultimate downfall. But she hated this man more than anything who stood there in his mighty glory, behind her in the cold river.  “How are you bearing this heat till now, Lora? You are burning like a fire. It would kill you slowly into ashes. This heat is not normal but a powerful claim.”  “It's because of you.” Her voice held so much intensity which proved she was losing bit by bit.   Next moment, He yanked her body into his and Alora’s breath hitched as He wrapped his arm around her bare waist and nuzzled his face into her neck before inhaling her enchanting scent.  “You will be my death someday, Lora. You can't imagine what you are doing to me. It's fucking out of hell and heaven. This heat of yours is calling me.” He almost growled, suppressing his lethal beast. Alora chuckled without humor. “And You are supposed to do something in which you failed. Because of you I am in this condition. You can't fucking back off your promise and let me die here. You can't fucking leave me alone.”  And a red blood tear leaked out of her eyes which made him stiffened. Alora cried, she cried for the very first time. And He couldn't understand if she was crying for him or for her condition.  “I want this killing heat out of my body.” Alora's face turned as white sheet. And He looked down at the flowing water where her bloody tears mixed into and the green river suddenly turned still. He raised his eyes to her and asked, “Are you sure, Lora? Because this is beyond the forbidden. Once I make you mine, there will be no way out. No fucking way!” She looked at his rugged face, the powerful and mysterious man who could destroy the whole realm in seconds but He was asking for her permission. But she knew He was the last resort to get her freedom. Slowly she nodded and the next second she found herself drowning in the water with the utter burning sensation.   ******* Alora Dragomir, the powerful vampire-witch hybrid and the sheltered princess of the Black Bridge Coven was raised and trained by the King of Vampires for the purpose of getting vengeance from the Lycans.  Crimson Shadow, the moon guardian chosen by gods and goddesses, guards the Silent Storm gates which seized the old evil spirits, friends of vampires.  Erix Hartshorn is the last Lycan Prince whose big mistake, two hundred years ago, put all the supernatural realms in danger and thus caused the birth of prophecy made by the Moon goddess which includes the interaction of these three souls to tangle in twisted fate.    What will happen when these descendants from their own kind would strike each other unknowingly with different intentions and purposes by playing their own games.  Would prophecy made hundred years ago force them to go through the Betrayal, Revenge and conspiracies? Or will forbidden Love conquer everything, especially death which was written in the fate of one among them?  # Please be patient with the first few chapters. I assure you, you are going to get many surprises ahead. Now dive into the fantasy world with a spicy and powerful chemistry of MCs. And yes, It's HEA. # The cover belongs to me. Its commissioned. 

Wow I died! I was just organizing my files and a truck-kun came through the window and now I’m meeting a “Boundless Worlder” and rebuilding another world! What events lay ahead of me might be something that one would read in only comics or manga.

"Wow, I like you. Become my dog! Whaat! You'd rather die than being my dog?! Oh well, what a shame. Alright, you can die now" In the vast continent of Tulaq, there exists many races that walk on this lands. But the race which has dominated the continent after the ancient era ended was the human race creating various empires and kingdoms on it's vast lands. Luca, however was part of the Ingrid tribe who were known for their horns and beautiful appearance. He was a sweet and kindhearted kid who would be careful enough not to hurt even a ant passing by. But by the above narrative, you should have noticed by now that the person above speaking is this same sweet Luca. What could be the reason to this drastic change in his personality? Even I don't know what happens next and am excited to know what happens next! So join Luca on his dominating and bloody sweet revenge-filled journey.

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

On her eighteenth birthday, Valerie Lane’s dreams for the future–getting accepted into the Helblaze pack–came crumbling down when she wasn’t blessed with her wolf form. The Moon Goddess’ betrayal left her in so many pieces that she was unable to recover for months… until her fate finally smiled upon her and blessed her with her mate. Valerie’s lonely and sad life turned perfect overnight, almost like something out of a fairytale. Caleb Lockhart–the beta of the Helblaze pack–was everything that she had ever dreamt of. If one were to believe Valerie’s perspective, he was more than she deserved–tall, handsome, charming, and above all… loving. Valerie relishes in the bliss of her newfound love life until Caleb starts showing his true colors. She constantly has to beg for an ounce of affection from her mate, and constantly has to endure the ridicule from the other women and the pack members. Just when she believes that she is fated to rot in hell on earth, someone else starts showering her with the affection she so desires. Will Valerie open her heart to the man who can be her salvation from eternal damnation? Excerpt: “Open your mouth,” he commanded in a ragged whisper. I did as he asked. Although embarrassed, I parted my lips, just enough to let out the breath that I was holding. His lips immediately sealed mine shut and began to move skillfully–every stroke of his jaw precise and succinct–evoking the primal urge from deep within me. I tried to keep up with his pace but my inexperience was painfully obvious. He suddenly entangled his slender fingers with my loose hair and pulled it down to tilt my head up. I don’t know why my heart raced at that action of his, but it did. I bet my heart rate topped the chart when he nipped my lower lip and whispered, my lip still between his teeth, “Open wider. Let me taste you.” Follow me on Instagram for more. https://www.instagram.com/sani_mimosa/ The cover art was commissioned from Artist Shu G Sin. Find him on Instagram @shu_g_sin

"In your lifetimes has anyone ever worshipped you? Ever prayed to you? I know you're not the being you once were, and now is your chance to prove it..." "You may meet the being I once was." "... And what kind of being is that, Reaper?" In the vast expanse of space, where stars flicker like distant promises and civilizations rise and fall like cosmic waves, there exists a man haunted by his own choices. Once a protector, a guardian of those he held dear, he found himself forced into the shadows by the merciless demands of fate. In a universe teeming with threats, he made a pact with the darkness, trading his warmth for a cloak of ice, his compassion for a blade of steel. Now known only as the Reaper, his name evokes fear even among those he once safeguarded. He moves like a wraith through the void, a silent sentinel of death, his heart encased in frost as he carries out his duty. He is both hero and villain, protector and predator.

Kat grumbled a little before reluctantly quieting down, allowing Lucian speak. He continued, his eyes locking onto hers. "The second thing the mark does is tie your fate to the Kelpie's. I injured it badly. stabbed it in the back and it's neck. If it dies because of those wounds, you will die too." She felt a cold shock wash over her. "What? That's insane! Why would I die if it dies?" "The mark it put on you," Lucian explained, his hands never stopping their motion with the pen. "As the Kelpie suffers, so will you. It's dying now, and if it succumbs to its injuries, you'll follow soon after." "Wow, Katherine, way to go. You really outdid yourself," Kat muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. "Seeing a wet horse despite the dry weather wasn't enough for you to think something was wrong." "You saw it wet?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows frowning slightly. "Huh?... Yeah, is something wrong with that?" Kat asked, wondering why the horse being wet was more important to him at the moment than her dying. Lucian didn't say anything but just stared at the girl in front of him. 'There is something more to her, I just can't tell what it is' he thought. To further confirm his suspicion, he moved closer to Kat, closing the distance between them. He reached for the shoulder of her dress and pulled it down. The sudden action startled Kat. She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing, pervert? Get away from me!" She tried hitting him, but she barely had the strength to sit up, let alone push him away. Lucain paused, staring at her bare shoulder. Kat followed his gaze and gasped. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. On her shoulder was a strange mark, like a tattoo of a hoof print with foreign writing within it. Lucain hummed thoughtfully, his expression still impassive. 'As I thought, she shouldn't be able to see it, but she can. That's unusual for a human.' Kat frantically tried to wipe the mark off. "Why won't it come off?" "That's the Kelpie's mark," He pointed out, his tone remained indifferent. Panic surged through Kat. She hadn't just narrowly escaped death; it was now chasing her, bound to her by an invisible tether. "Is there any way to break the bond...mark whatever it is? I don't want to die," she asked desperately, her eyes searching Lucian's for any sign of hope. Lucian's expression stayed the same. "I don't intend to let you die so soon," he said. "We can replace the Kelpie's bond with another bond." Kat clung to this glimmer of hope. "How do we do that?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for a solution. "It requires a new bond, a stronger one that can override the Kelpie's," Lucian explained, his demeanor calm and composed. Before she could ask what he meant, Lucian reached out and gently pecked her on the forehead. Kat froze, completely caught off guard by the unexpected action. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she barely had time to react before he pulled her into a gentle embrace, careful not to hurt her already pained body. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from their conversation to this intimate moment. The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. She caught the scent of rosewood and felt his firm body against hers, making her heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Kat's heart pounded in her chest. She felt Lucian's face bury itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened slightly. She winced as she felt a sharp pain. Lucian's fangs sank into her neck, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulder, her fingers digging into his shoulder.... **** disclaimer: cover not mine.

Noah Calhem is a young man leading an ordinary, peaceful life. From a young age, he has been captivated by horror stories. Despite the fear they evoke, he always listens to them until the end. Noah aspires to be one of the greatest horror novel authors. To take his first step towards this dream, he participates in an online short horror story competition. But one day, everything changes. An incident alters his life forever, potentially cursing him for eternity. This event opens a door to a mysterious and cursed world. What he once loved as fiction is now his reality. The true horror of this world is unveiled before him. Will Noah stay sane and survive to tell his tale, or will he become just another untold story, an urban legend lost to time? --- **Shameless Author Here:** If you enjoy my work, please support me with a power stone. If you don't, feel free to throw a power stone at me. I promise daily updates, with at least one new chapter every day. There may be grammatical errors and flaws in my writing, but I am dedicated to improving. I welcome honest reviews. Don't hesitate to criticize my work, no matter how harsh. Your feedback will help me grow and refine my writing.

**"Whispers Between the Stars"** It evokes a sense of mystery, love, and the cosmos, perfect for a romantic story!

“I Lord Tank Albridge, and my family, Pete Albridge, Cleo Albridge, and Fred Albridge, disavow Vinnandra the hateful as our blood. “Today, in one voice we curse the day she joined us, and we’ll forever celebrate the day she has left our ranks! Vinnandra shall not know us, and she is not ours to know anymore.” *** In a world of white-haired dragon riders and black-haired witches, Princess Vinnandra Albridge is born red-haired as the forbidden spawn of a witch-spy and a dragon rider known as the Hateful. Unwanted by her family and shunned by society, Vinn tries to get by everyday unnoticed and alive. However, her simple plans come crashing down when her family disavows her by removing her from her royal bloodline, proclaiming her a traitor to consequently serve as an official slave to the notorious Lenklock dragon riders family that rules in the North. There, it would seem that while Vinn might not be able to groom a dragon, she might make good food for one… not if she had anything to do about it. Vowing to fight for her life and rise above others, Vinn must learn how to break through her blood and reach to whatever minute strength she possesses and become a dragon rider… or something. And it would seem Vinnandra’s vows would be realised in the form of Xander Lenklock—a troubled man and problematic heir who charges into her life, proclaiming a nobody like her his greatest ally and seeking her alliance. For the first time in a long while, Vinn feels needed and wanted—two dangerous elements that ignites feelings she shouldn’t have, and evokes thoughts she shouldn’t think. And in a partnership that might make or break them, Vinn was sure she would do anything to have Xanders’ body, heart and soul. Problem is, Xander has a fiancée who was there to stay… forever. But with her mothers past looming over her, and with shadows of the enemy hidden in the trees playing their ultimate move, even if Vinnandra manages to steal Xander’s heart, will she be able to keep it? Or will her dubious identity destroy everything she has come to enjoy? Will the powers she has come to possess swallow her? Or could she be the enemy that her people really fear? Be whatever it might, the ultimate question remains—Dragon rider or Witch… which is she? ***** VOLUME 1 (Beginnings): COMPLETE VOLUME 2 (Chaos Abounds): ONGOING

WARNING: Mature Content The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it? He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm. He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table. People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him. "My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child. He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again. She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell. The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her. She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom. He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

In the beginning of time, a point not bound by concepts such as space and time, a being stood. He was fettered by neither space nor time as they were nothing but a thought away for him. Feeling bored at the lackluster appearance that was the void, he created a sword out nothing and slashed. With each slash, profound meaning of all known laws were evoked and galaxies were born. In each galaxy, billions of stars came into existence and around these stars floated tens of large planetary bodies. Three Thousand slashes later, this being felt he had made the void more beautiful, but after a while, he felt it was still lackluster. Why this was so, he had no idea. Suddenly, he was struck by a thought. "Why don't I create beings that will facilitate the evolution of this great Universe?" And From him, came the many Celestial Bodies. These beings were the embodiments of The Supreme laws from which all other laws were born. Still, this being found them to be singular. Hence he decided to create a less powerful species with the potential to grow and reach the point he was standing, and from then, the human race were born. This being passed on his knowledge to these Celestial Beings and tasked them with the Divine Task of creating the Ten Thousand living beings that are known in this day and age. ... In a Library, a young boy looking not more than nine years old read from a parchment. "What an interesting person." He muttered to himself. "I wonder if what is written here is true. To be able to create all that is know throughout the Universe. To be unfettered by space and time, life and death. What an admirable position he must have stood in." This young man had nothing but praise for this being as he festered the thought of one day reaching such height. Discord Link: https://discord.gg/jrJBVc7u

#R18 [For +100Powerstones/collections = +1 bonus chapter] [Power Stones = Smut] I was transmigrated into a cultivation world and received a powerful beast-taming system. Wow, lucky, right? But this system is too… weird. [Successfully evolved the Blue Spirit Rabbit Beast, Luisha, into a Beast girl] It evolves the beasts I painstakingly tame into beautiful girls [Help her bathe in the hot spring, ensuring she feels relaxed and pampered: +5 Fav] & then asks me to increase their favorability towards me by giving some perverted tasks. I thought I was going to become a big shot with a human harem, but now I have to please these evolved beast girls just to complete the missions this system gives...

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When a failed quest turned Kaisen's gaming session into a one-way ticket inside the very JRPG world he was playing, his fate took a thrilling and unexpected twist. It's a cold and unforgiving JRPG realm, but there's a silver lining: the girls are drop-dead gorgeous! Yet, this isn't your typical hero's journey. His quest? To cleverly outmaneuver and NTR the people around him, testing his charm and strategy skills. With his eye on the prize and a host of beautiful companions by his side, Kaisen is ready to give it his all and complete the quest. Let the adventure begin! [Main Quest: Save Alice, the Stargazer.] 'Oh, wow! I'm a saviour--' [Quick Time Event: Grab Alice's bubble butt.] 'Never mind.'

A collection of horror stories set during Christmas, where the warmth and cheer of the holiday season are overshadowed by dark, sinister forces. Each tale explores the eerie and unexpected side of the holidays, blending traditional Christmas elements with terrifying twists. The stories evoke a sense of dread, turning familiar Christmas symbols into harbingers of fear and uncertainty, leaving the characters—and the readers—wondering what horrors lurk behind the festive facade. The collection weaves together suspense, mystery, and terror, all set against the backdrop of the most wonderful time of the year.

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I wish this story had more readers, cuz the ML is hilariously self- devastating jerk on a survival mission with gorgeous company he doesn’t care about. They shared constellations earlier, but now light-years separated their ‘whispered’ wishes… *** In a moment of unforeseen Fate, a young man reaches into the icy waters, but with a sudden, forceful pull, he is drawn into its depths. Now shrouded in the Darkness he endures his imprisonment there. “Reconnecting with an old friend is like finding a lost jade—if only it were worth the trouble.” Xiǎo Fù, The Servant. *** Meanwhile, in the secluded monastery the Great Master’s rage ignites when his servant vanishes. Four days of torment, anger, and longing leave every monk wishing for their own end… until an unexpected visitor comes. “Your Stupidity is the Yin to Wisdom’s Yang. Keeps the balance, you know.” Xījiǎo Yùshén, The Water Master. *** At this very time, the Prince suffers distress by the grief of loss, spending his days in drunken mourning in order to dull the pain. He doesn't have any desire to cling to life anymore, but being immortal, he cannot just die. “Eternity? Like waiting for a thousand cherry blossoms to bloom—one by one.” Mùnchén, The Second Prince. *** Forbidden practices, Heavenly secrets, Fate’s defiance and the Realms on the brink of War. As well as Curse, Scheming, Sacrifice and Punishment that turns God into Wandering Spirit, and Spirit into only Heavenly Heir. Sarcasm on the edge of torture, both evoke the bittersweet ache of missed encounters and unfulfilled destinies. *** THE LEGEND In a world where Realms are connected, there's an old tale—a Legend that whispers of Balance and hidden Powers. According to this lore, all Realms share a common origin, and their Fates are intertwined. Realms are destined to coexist as one. Here, no hierarchy prevails—no masters, no slaves. Instead, Realms harmonize, their existence interwoven threads. Should the Balance falter, Chaos looms, and the Abyss threatens to swallow everything. Yet, when the Abyss fully absorbs the Realms, the Celestial Source establishes a new Cycle of Life, and brings new Realms to coexist. But even if the Abyss is undeniable, a hope remains, for within the same Source that birthed the Abyss lies an indomitable Force—a Guardian, the One, born to confront, combat, and seal it. Thus, the current Realms gain their chance at survival. *** PS This story was planned long ago, but life is life, so I only decided to share it within online community now. That’s why your support means a world to me >> give me, pls, at least the smallest sign that my work is not in vain so I can happily proceed writing. I’m grateful for your like, comment or review. I appreciate every reader who spends their time following my characters’ journey throughout the chapters and helping me develop their best and worst traits, as well as torture, challenges, punishments and adventures. Thx in advance! *** All intellectual property rights of this novel are owned by the author (uttophian).

So you want a story about a tortured poet with a heart full of drama and an ego to match? Wow. Meet Alden. He’s a poet, but not the kind that writes love letters. Nah, he’s the kind of guy who spends his nights contemplating the meaning of life while wallowing in his own existential crisis. Is he a genius? Probably. Is he a hot mess? Definitely. But hey, you can’t have one without the other, right? Enter this asshole—you know, the annoying, persistent stranger who has a sixth sense for getting under the main character's skin. He’s like that fly that won’t stop buzzing around his face, except... Hot, more cryptic, and just perfectly capable of unraveling everything you thought you knew about your own sanity. Together, they’ll make you laugh, cringe, and rethink your entire existence. It’s chaotic. It’s ridiculous. It’s tragically poetic. And you’ll probably question why you’re even reading this, but let’s be real—this messed-up duo is the distraction you didn’t know you needed. Welcome to "Fragments of the Fool Poet". It’s a disaster, but hey—at least it’s an entertaining one.

"They say life gives second chances, but mine feels more like a punishment in a shinier wrapper" Hi, I’m Ansh. I died in my old life—tragic, I know. Picture this: a cursed town, my so-called best friend leaving me in the back, and me just lying there thinking, Wow, this sucks. But hey, at least reincarnation is supposed to be cool, right? Wrong. I wake up in some random novel I’ve never read, thinking, Maybe this is my big break! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. The first thing I feel in my new life is a slap across my face, followed by my girlfriend storming out the door. Why? Well she saw me kissing with another damn girl. Apparently, I’ve transmigrated into the body of a guy so hated, even stray dogs cross the street to avoid him. Here’s the rundown: my family disowned me for a crime that would feel unbeleivable once you learn about it. I swear I didn’t commit it. my landlord’s pounding on the door for rent I can’t pay, as the girl whom I had made my girlfriend to pay my living dumped me... and I’m 15 years old in a world where everyone has acquired their diseases or Syndromes or whatever they call it at 8. I’m so behind the curve it’s embarrassing. Oh, and did I mention I have no clue how this world works? No manual, no cheat sheet, just vibes and existential dread. But wait, there’s more! My past life won’t stop haunting me. Why did my best friend betray me? Was it my fault? Did I deserve it? I don’t know, and the goddess who dumped me into this mess saying that I am going to reincarnate in a stone age world becoming their God isn't even anymore in vicinity. Apparently, I have to earn my answers, which feels a lot like being told to “try harder” while drowning. Now I’m broke, anxious, and flailing through a world that seems designed to humiliate me. My only plan is to survive long enough to figure out why I’m here and maybe—just maybe—get some closure about my last life. Well...leaving that i am going to tuke this world.How?I will somehow figure it out. Just don’t expect me to figure it out anytime soon.

It has been 10000 years. The tide of spiritual energy has returned. The prosperous Tokyo has returned to the Edo Period and had hordes of supernatural creatures roaming the streets. In the desert, the Pharaoh was leading his army and awakening from his eternal slumber. Vampires and werewolves were locked in a constant battle in the Eastern European plains. Witches and evil spirits were traversing through the markets of Europa. The feathered serpent was stretching its body on the American Continent, opening its eyes during the cycle of death. Humans had fallen from the top of the food chain as they remembered the fear that the legends carried. In this world where demons and monsters roamed, Lester looked at the shadow of the ferocious worm cast on his body and told his system. ""Please give me a set of Sunfire Cape, Randuin's Omen, Frozen Heart, Spirit Visage, Warmog's Armor, Thornmail, oh yes, and the Gargoyle's Stoneplate, Force of Nature, Adaptive Helm, as well as Righteous Glory..."" He then brought his hands together against the trembling monsters. "I am not talented, but I am going to bust your heads open today!" "Grasp of the Undying!" Life Value +5 "Dark Harvest!"Damage Growth +5 "Overgrowth!" Life Value +2% "Gathering Storm!" Spell Strength +100 What? You want me to eat these mutated creatures? Let me tell you! I, Lester, will rather die of starvation or jump down from here than to... System: "Life Value +40" "Wow, it tastes great!" PS: This novel can be easily read even without gaming knowledge. Feel free to have a read."

After enduring three lifetimes of hardships and bloodshed, Bai Feiyin was promised with glitters and rainbows in her fourth life by none other than her contracted beast after it ascends. But before she could even achieve her goal, everything went down the drain as she decided not to fall victim into what...? A con-artist's trap?! "What a bull!" Thrown into a backward existence, she can only grit her teeth and pull a hankerchief in rage. Since she can't directly blame the gods, Bai Feiyin swear to get back with her so-called companion beast. "Argh! Y-you treacherous snake! I knew from the start that you couldn't be trusted! I should have roasted you when I saw you dying the first time we met, not signing that sham contract and work with you to ascend!" The anger in her system didn't subside. "You sent me back to my first life? For real? Wow, wow fantastic! What perfect shit!"  She specifically told him not in this life, that despicable man! "So you want to toy with me? Then be it! I will scour the mountains and hunt you down! I don't believe that I go back in time, you, my contracted beast won't go back as well," she uttered resolutely. Face beet red, burning in rage, she stared intently at the pigeon bloodstone inside her palms with a mark of a serpent's slitted eyes. "Those two other lives filled with war and bloodshed weren't lived in vain. Since you've sent me here, I will bury you along with those greedy pigs from the Bai Main Branch who owe me and my family four lifetimes' worth of debts!" Not long after she bemoaned, "Hmm, no hold on." Revealing a bit rather conflicted look, she tried to suppress her ire upon cooking up something like a shrewd mastermind. "On the second thought, just burying Hong with that regretfully good-looking face of his would be such a pity..." she pondered, but very soon snapped with glee. "Fine, it's a wrap! I will capture that little snake and work his ass like he did to me!" Bai Feiyin, looking like a greedy hyena, found her resolved with bright twinkling eyes that casted away the shadows under her swollen eyes. "Let's sell him off to some rich aunties and get lots of dowries!" *** This will include beastmen but in the form of spirit beasts. There's a hint of cultivation but just subtle that's why I didn't add it as a tag. Please support me thank you!