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In a world where swords and sorcery dictate the progression and stability of the world, Xerxes finds himself caught up in the middle of that established world, questioning it's current standard. Why? After a devastating mission to a place exempt from those rules, The Fallen Kingdom, he discovers a scope of truth and power that goes beyond what he has known, that he must hold close to him, whilst discovering why he has to. This is because if he lets go off that very truth and power, it may one day turn everyone and everything against, or it could make everyone and everything praise him.

"Martial Arts World..." Death murmured, shocked by the turn of the events. How could he, primordial being of the afterlife, get tricked by a mere human? Not just a mere human, but also earthling, race that was weakest of the twenty realms. Death realized the extent of his mistake. An earthling had just jumped into the river of the reincarnation, where he definitely didn't belong. It was too late. The damage has been done. The matter was now out of his hands. "Kiernan Hunter..." ... Remake of the Martial Arts System, and while the concept stays the same, the story is completely different. A few names, etc, stays the same, but mostly whole new story. I've wanted to do this for a while, and now I had finally motivation to do it.

In a cosmos governed by ancient divine laws, Evolis was once revered as the God of Adaptability and Growth—a deity whose unique essence allowed him to evolve and nurture potential beyond measure. Betrayed and banished by a jealous pantheon, his divine memories were sealed away, forcing him into a mortal rebirth. Now, with striking black hair and enigmatic golden eyes that hint at a forgotten glory, Evolis embarks on a relentless quest to reclaim his lost divinity. Haunted by fragmented recollections of his celestial past, he navigates a world teeming with magical races, corrupted deities, and cosmic intrigues. His sharp wit, unyielding arrogance, and shamelessness to match make him a character who cannot be bested in any debate. A pivotal duel awakens a spark of his dormant self, setting him on a path filled with secret inheritances and ancient relics that gradually reveal his true nature. As Evolis struggles to piece together his fragmented legacy, every step forward draws him deeper into a struggle against the corrupt divine order—a conflict that will ultimately challenge the very fabric of the heavens and reshape the destiny of all realms. ---

With a different world of swallow sky martial arts, waste master Jedi attack, jumped into the shock of the mainland martial arts genius! The mighty are at your disposal, the mighty enemy is under your feet. Mysterious family, unknown areas, all the wonderful, all in the world of martial arts!

In a rain-soaked city where shadows hide more than just secrets, two broken souls collide. Zoya, a young woman running from her father’s debts and the life that suffocates her, meets Aarish, a guarded man with a dark past he can’t escape. Together, they form an unlikely bond, teaching each other how to disappear—not just from the world, but from the pain that haunts them. But disappearing isn’t as simple as erasing your name or changing your face. It’s about letting go of the people you love, the places you call home, and the person you used to be. As Zoya and Aarish grow closer, they begin to realize that their connection is both a lifeline and a liability. For Aarish, loving Zoya means putting her in danger. For Zoya, loving Aarish means risking the fragile new life she’s built. When Aarish vanishes without a word, leaving only a letter and a shattered heart behind, Zoya is forced to confront the truth about their pasts—and the sacrifices they’ve both made to survive. "The Art of Disappearing" is a haunting tale of love, loss, and the unbearable weight of letting go. It’s a story about the people who change us, the choices that define us, and the scars that remind us of where we’ve been.

In his previous life, he lost everything—his mother, his sister, his nanny, his life, and his only opportunity to ever cure his terminal affliction. However, thanks to destiny and something far greater, he was sent back seven years in time, just before the launch of the VRMMORPG Fallen Realm Online, a game that enabled players to connect with their spirit and immerse themselves in a world that felt utterly real. Armed with the knowledge of his previous life and combined with his determination for revenge, Xylen vowed to dominate the virtual world, uncover the truth behind his mother’s demise, and exact retribution on his enemies and bullies. ............ Spoiler Is this truly just another VRMMORPG like the others? Is Xylen's illness as straightforward as it seems? Is Xylen’s assigned class purely coincidental? All these mysteries will unfold in this book.

In a world torn between the heavens and the earth, where celestial dragons and ancient immortals reign, Ni Tian Xing was born into poverty and suffering. After destroying his own village with his own hands, he found his way to a mysterious master who taught him the Art of the Four Pillars a power that shakes worlds. But fate grants no peace; it only takes everything away... His master was slain in cold blood, and everything he had left was stolen from him. Now, bearing the Four Pillars Tattoo on his back, he carves his path through enemies like an unstoppable storm—seeking neither mercy nor regret. Those who stand in his way… see nothing but eternal darkness. "If you stand in the way of my vengeance… don’t blame me when your blood falls with the rain."

He was a detective, a demon hunter, and the ghosts of his past would not break him. He would find Azrael, and he would make him pay. Even if it killed him. The city, and his lost family, deserved nothing less. The hunt had begun.

"Elysium of the Fallen" is a novella in the mecha genre. A post-apocalyptic, scorched world, philosophy, psychology, sadness, melancholy, depression, and "Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations!".( I hope someone gets the reference.) Well, originally I planned to write some light-hearted novella with the usual "system" and harem, but... I will never allow myself to create something... like that. So, there won’t be any systems, harems, or Mary Sue characters here (well, I’ll at least try). Anyway, I’ll try to release chapters... as often as possible (considering that I’ll be writing two stories at once). If you don’t like something, don’t throw things at me, just write it and I’ll try to improve... well, that’s it... Good luck to everyone, thanks to those who will read, and I’m off to read a biblical apocryphon and drink my eighth espresso. Ciao!

In the vibrant city of Lumera, where magic and reality intertwine, Elara is a talented young artist whose paintings possess an uncanny ability to influence the world around her. Unbeknownst to her, Elara is the last descendant of a legendary artist whose works once shaped the very fabric of reality. Her quiet life takes a dramatic turn when she inherits a mystical locket and a letter from her late grandmother, Isabella, revealing a hidden legacy of powerful magic. As Elara’s artworks begin to manifest real changes, she is drawn into a secret world of magical beings and ancient prophecies. With the help of her best friend, Milo, who has his own hidden abilities, Elara discovers that her art is the key to balancing the magical disturbances threatening Lumera. Their journey uncovers a prophecy that ties their destinies together, leading them to confront rival magical factions and a hidden conspiracy. As the stakes rise and their feelings for each other deepen, Elara and Milo must navigate a web of intrigue and danger. They face personal and external challenges that test their trust and resolve. In the climactic battle against a hidden force manipulating the magical conflict, Elara must embrace her heritage and confront her greatest fears to restore harmony and secure their future. **"The Art of Enchantment"** is a tale of magic, destiny, and romance, where every brushstroke carries the weight of an ancient legacy and the promise of a new dawn.

No one was greater than the Titans, their words were the laws , they held each other's hands and touched the sky, tried to size it , a foolish decision paved the road to their doom Men grew wings and lived above the clouds looking down at the mortal dust, shining with the Halo of divinity ,but those who can't create life are no gods as even those who willed the wind and seas , and moved the sun and the moon were no gods They forgot that the mortal dust once raised their heaven above the clouds and gave them wings They forgot the score of their power, and how much of it they can really Weald ,a typical human behavior You are a tool for them, a tool that can slit their through , the bastard son of heaven , just a glorified ox that does their dirty jobs But The bastard is forever a bastard even if he has a god as a father Don't compromise,and don't back down, as i live you are irreplaceable for them, don't sacrifice yourself for another, your life is more precious than anyone's life, and people tend to forget what you did for them anyway, let them rot , as when you bleed no one of them is going to bitty you

A tale as old as time, become harmonized with the realm of dreams and transverse the bridge of reality and fantasy. Is it a drunk bard's tale, or is it the next psychological thriller? You decide.

Ezra Valt was a scholar, a man of reason who sought knowledge above all else. But the night he deciphered a forgotten manuscript—one never meant to be read—his life shattered. Hunted by the Church of the Veil and stalked by unseen horrors, he flees into the shadows of a world built on secrets. In his flight, he encounters Seraphine Vale, a woman without a past, whose very presence bends the fabric of reality. She knows too much, yet remembers too little. Together, they unravel cryptic prophecies, lost civilizations, and the truth behind the Veil—the barrier that separates humanity from the eldritch forces beyond. But knowledge has a price. Every answer brings Ezra closer to the whispers clawing at his mind. Every step forward pulls him further from his humanity. As the world teeters on the edge of revelation and ruin, he must decide: Will he chase the truth to its end? Or will he become just another forgotten name in history? In a world where reality is a lie, where gods are not worshiped but buried, and where love may be the only anchor against madness—what will he sacrifice to remember?

WHAT DO THESE MANIPULATORS KNOW THAT THE REST OF US DON'T?

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest. You will know you understand only when you can't tell the singer from the song, dancer from the dance, and the daoist partners from the dao. This is true enlightenment in the art of dual cultivation ... The 'Naked Sword Art' is a personal skill of mine. It isn't perfect yet, but I believe it will one day be the greatest dual cultivation technique known to man. I am the fucker of mothers, stripper of daughters, and the bane of all men and husbands alike. I am a blind dual cultivator. . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Loli | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . https://discord.gg/SFyWcze **Art work is not mine. If you want me to take it down please contact me**

Gods were slain… Devils were vanquished... Worlds clashed into oblivion! Bilim Vladir was the hope of humanity, the great Flaming Conqueror. Finally, after years of war and battle, Bil created an empire and could start a family. Unfortunately, Bil was betrayed and his family was assassinated. However, Bil secretly survived along with his newborn children, a brazen, ambitious boy named Jash and a calm, collected daughter named Nelphy. After eighteen years of secrets and hiding, Bil settles down by the city. Finally, Bil can retire and enjoy life as best as he can while living in the shadow of society. But the journeys of Bil’s two children, now official citizens and adults, have only just begun. They no longer have to wander and travel aimlessly. Finally, they get to live life as they’ve always dreamed of! Jash rushes into the world of veita and training! With a grin on his face, Jash has the determination to leave his mark on the world, no matter what he has to do. He’ll train with experts, decimate the battlefield, and… secretly destroy the empire?! Nelphy, however, accidentally learned Bil’s identity and now seeks to learn EVERYTHING that Bil has kept secret. She scours books and legends for every hint available. She’ll search for the aunt she never knew she had. She’ll… be hunted by her own brother!? And Bil… may be forced out of "retirement" to try and clean up the mess. ---Book 3 of 10 in the Quillverse--- ** PAUSED (Release Schedule MIGHT be announced by the beginning of March) ** Discord: https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! **Note: You do NOT need to read my "Quillverse" series in order, but some books will have tie-ins or shared characters further back or further forward on the cosmic timeline.

The moon and the stars tried their best, but I couldn’t look away from you. I just find myself endlessly in love with you. . . . I do also upload on Wattpad, so just take a look there as well if interested. Happy reading :)) - Amare

Brielle is one of the few female hunters at the association. Dealing with useless trainees every six months, she has a low tolerance for bullshit. She no longer believes in love, and nothing will change her mind after what happened to her. She believes that the only thing she can love and trust is her job, where she helps protect the defenceless by killing those who use their abilities to get everything they want. Hunting is a thrill that she enjoys more than life itself. Having a minimalist life, the only thing at home she cherishes is her painting. A vampire that refuses to choose a partner for his sister. Ketan will do anything to protect his loved ones, even kill those that threaten his livelihood. Usually, he is calm, gentle, and collected. He stays hidden away from everyone when he does not want anything to do with individuals until the day he is captured and locked away in a dungeon. After that moment, his life changed for good. Cursing the blood that he drinks, Ketan fights against the pull of drinking more blood from the person that donated the blood. An Excerpt from the book: Brielle throws her arms around Ketan’s neck. “I was so worried about you. I did not know what you were going to do or if you would survive.” Ketan smiled and accepted her hug. “I am sorry for worrying you. I had to do what needed to be done. Besides, I knew that this was going to happen and be as painful as it was.” Brielle starts sobbing in his embrace. “I think that you should take what you need from me, Ketan. You will not be able to stand the bloodlust soon… will you?” Pushing her away before losing control. Ketan moves away from her weakly. “Stay back. I am not in control of myself right now. You should not even be here right now. Leave me alone!” Ketan holds his hand out to stop her from coming closer to him. “I can hear your pulse racing; it’s deafening.” “You were fine a moment ago; now you are you pushing me away, Ketan? I can help you.” Brielle leans down towards him and gently pulls him into her arms. “No, stop. I can’t control myself, and I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I am not a sedated beast; I lust for every drop of your sweet blood that I hear pumping through your veins, but I must resist. Otherwise, I will harm you in the worst way possible.” Ketan pushes her back and teleports deeper into the cave. “Stay back before I begin to acquire a taste for your blood. It is a deadly thing to tempt fate once again.” Brielle continues to walk into the deep dark cave towards him. “Ketan, I trust you more than I have trusted others. I know that you will not kill me. Just look at how fearful you are right now.” She finally reaches him again. Crying, Ketan grabs her from behind, sits her in his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other in her hair, pulling off the right exposing her neck. Slowly he lowers his lips to her neck, licking the surface testing the flesh. His fangs rest at the hollow of her neck before carefully breaking the skin. He starts to drink her blood deeply, but as he drank, he slowly stopped and lifted his face up, crying while holding Brielle against his body crying. Blood leaking from the bite marks while some drips down his chin. Her body was being held up by Ketan, and her eyes were now closed. Her body seemed lifeless in his arms. She started to slide forward as a deadweight. Ketan catches her and holds her princess style in his lap, rocking back and forth. Crying fresh tears.

The fallen were once considered humans but were the target of great tragedy. Due to their disturbing past, they want to create a memorable future.

Waiting is not just a pause but a quiet unfolding of patience, hope, and unseen possibilities. In its stillness, we grow, trust, and discover the beauty of anticipation.

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(A/N: Not Your Normal Type Of Female Lead) When the moon reaches its peak, madness shall walk the face of the earth. In a world teetering on the edge of mysteries and sanity, the moon's crimson glow heralds an age of nightmares. Everyday objects twist into monstrosities. Nature turns savage. And humanity? Their darkest emotions awaken something far worse.... Jian, a mysterious average writer, lost in the pages of countless stories, until the day, the era she once knew is plagued by horrors. Bloodthirsty monsters born from corrupted humans and everyday items roam the earth. This is the fight for survival. A battle against madness itself. This is the legend of the last survivors of PARADISE. Together, they unravel dark mysteries, face gruesome monsters inspired by soulslike games, and awaken powers forged from their deepest emotions. But every step forward uncovers a heavier price: the fragility of sanity and the haunting question. Who is the real monster? . . . . . . . Are you ready to step into the crimson glow? Madness awaits. Quote: " Only In the the darkest depths of the soul, can the chains be broken..... Cause we are humans fighting Madness! " Theme: Redemption...

Seth was just a child when the world he knew crumbled before his eyes. Lux Aeterna, a violent extremist group, launched a brutal attack that left an entire city in flames and families torn apart. Seth lost everything, but he gained something too, a burning desire for justice. Six years later, he's ready to join the Humanity Supervision Authority (HSA) and hunt down the people who destroyed his life. However, as he grows more powerful he will dive into humanity's darkest side. Will he become the righteous hero he wished to be? Or will he be consumed by hatred, falling into darkness? This is not a fairy tale, nor a happy ending story. This is the story of a god’s birth Join the Discord server: https://discord.gg/MScYJQyajn

A father tells his son his usual bedtime story. A young boy who ran away from a perfect life accidentally fell into a mountain and found a magical new world upon his fall. How will he adapt to his new home? This is the story of a fallen angel.

Michael, a weak and soft-hearted ,kind boy, gets lost in Undercity—a ruthless world where only the strong survive. With no way out and danger lurking in every shadow, he faces a brutal truth: kindness has no place here. Forced into choices that will haunt him forever, he soon finds himself entangled in a battle far greater than himself. The powerful rule, the weak perish, and amidst the chaos, Michael begins to change. But change comes at a cost. And by the time he realizes what he's becoming, it might already be too late. Will he let the world break him, or will he bend the world for the better?