Nevil Shed

The sun is dead. A black wound festers in the sky where it once burned. But even in death, the Coffin Sun bleeds—shedding searing fragments that fall through the stratosphere like divine shrapnel. When they strike earth, they rewrite the laws of flesh, mind, and memory. Touch one, and you're no longer yourself. You’re possessed by the light. Sixteen-year-old Tharin Wraec touched one. It didn’t kill him. It unmade him, then forged something worse. Now, his shadow walks beside him—alive, radiant, wrathful. A spectral twin of golden fire that moves when he doesn’t, speaks when he won’t, kills when he can’t. Together, they are hunted by zealots, dissected in dreams by suns that scream, and worshipped by the broken as a messiah of ash. Every step they take peels away another layer of the world. Time warps. Cities melt into myth. The old sun whispers behind reality’s veil, and it wants him back. His body is failing. His mind frays at the seams. But Tharin doesn’t want a cure. He wants vengeance. Because when the light touched him, it made a mistake. It left him alive.

When Magnus died and heard he was getting a system, he wasn’t exactly thrilled. His last life wasn’t that bad. "I guess I can be lazy and enjoy life in my new world as the strongest!" Yeah, no. That dream got dragged through the mud, shot behind a shed, and buried six feet under. "Your system is pretty evil. If you don’t listen to it, say goodbye to your soul." From that moment on, Magnus knew one thing for certain: it was only going to get worse. Much worse.

I've been surrounded by monsters since the day I was born and I believed my father was the worse out of all of them. But I was wrong. I just hadn't met my husband yet. *** Claudia Santoro wanted only a few things from life and one of them was to become a renowned singer. But her father was a man who spent more time on his ambitions than he did his children. Furthering his status was all that mattered, not even if it meant marrying his oldest daughter off to a known killer. Not even if it meant her dreams would forever remain just that. Dreams. This story’s timeline is set roughly thirty years before that of my other book; The mafia's queen, but follows the same families. This is to shed more light on the characters and show my readers why the families behave the way they do. You will most likely see characters from my previous book but will also be introduced to a set of new people. This book will contain a list of topics that may be triggering to some people. Some of which are listed below: Murder Gore physical assault Parental neglect Abuse Domestic violence Mentions of mental illness

Briar had always harbored a crush in her heart. However, with her status as the official nanny of the Meyer family, she knew her chances were close to zero. After all, there were many other eligible women out there and it was not in her place to cross this line. All it took was one crucial call from home and she found herself signing a contract she never dreamed was possible. The man she had pinned after for years, Logan Meyer, needed a trophy wife, an accessory to hang on his arm, and a mother to his three kids. And as the nanny his children were used to seeing, Briar happened to fit the bill. She needed the money to save a relative. But more than that, this was an opportunity for her to reach the forbidden fruit she could only see but not touch for years. However, when the secrets of her past, which she wished to have forgotten and had locked in Pandora’s Box over twelve years ago, threaten to come out. The kind that would shatter the image she had painstakingly forged, thwart everything that she had worked hard for all these years and send her to prison for the rest of her life, forcing her to part with the man she dearly loves. To stop her adversaries from destroying everything that she had dreamt of since she was a child, Briar would be forced to make choices. Choices that would change her life forever. Even if it means shedding all pretenses and revealing her true self.

After dying in an accident with his little sister, Kenji wakes up in the body of the young duke, a powerful but widely despised official in the Camelot Empire. Everyone sees him as a cunning traitor who manipulated the young Empress's rise to power. But he just want to survive. The story follows Kenji as he navigates dangerous court politics while trying to shed his predecessor's villainous reputation. Though the emoress suspect and resent him, she can't eliminate him without risking her own position against rival factions.

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

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

She, has always refused to let go of her childhood pride. Initially, he forced her into submission in the harshest way possible, which made her despise him to the bone. At twenty, she abandoned her husband, followed a man she thought was worthy of her, only to end up being violently mistreated. Yet, it was he who raised her from the rain when she was at her most helpless moment. Fate brought her back to her eighteenth year, for a do-over. She emerged from her cocoon, when hate was replaced by regret, she shed her thorny exterior, but does she still have the right to pursue happiness? But why does he always remind her in the coldest voice, "He Zhilan, I don't want the He Family to raise an ungrateful wretch." Or menacingly warn her, "He Zhilan, don't force me to take away your freedom!"

The Expanse, a being as old as time itself, roamed the vast universe. It's gaze pierced through the vast universe it has roamed ever since its birth. It continued it's journey until it noticed something that caught its attention. It's gaze now landed upon a specific world, one that was of larger size than those around it. . . . The kind looking boy was seen staring reverently at one of his family's old portraits that hung upon their walls. His eyes shined with luster. An oath was sworn that day, never to be broken. Ad Aeternae Virtutis. To Eternal Valor. The girl looked at the broken sword in her hand. She shook her head and closed her eyes, meditating. The sound of swords clashing reverberated across the fields soon after. The aspiring tinkerer winced as his invention got destroyed before his eyes. All that time spent toiling away, yet it was for naught. But he must prove them all wrong, he'll show them all what he can do, so that they won't dare to look at him with those eyes ever again. The pompous elf princess watched in awe as the moon shined and brought light to the quiet palace, the young servant stood close beside her, smiling. The unspoken promise was made, with the night sky as its witness. The boy with rat ears wook up in the woods. Realizing he had been abandoned, he cried. A voice called out to him for aid. The young ratkin wandered in search of the voice, seeking company. The demon watched on in despair at the massacre before him. He wondered if his kind would ever be free from this neverending cycle. Will the blood they shed ever wash away their past sins? The bored spirit can be found drifting along in the Forest of Tears. The spirit wandered in search of something interesting. It must first seek out a way to satiate its hunger before it may find its eternal rest. An angel can be seen washed ashore in a faraway island, unconscious. But what caught the being's eyes more was... . . . An unnamed boy could be seen roaming the streets of one of the many cities of Zwelbanneir. He would be the start of this grand journey, and the link between the stories that will unfold. He knows not much of the world around him, but soon he will be forced to understand and learn. He shall be the fated Lodestar. He is the one and only wielder of the 'Fool' Card, that which marks a new beginning not only for him, but for the world as well.

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

BURN ME ALIVE IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THIS BOOK...AFTER READING THAT IS Regressing back in time after sacrificing his life for someone undeserving someone who didn’t even shed a tear after his death just total blank. The person he begged for love rejected him every single time. Now, he returns to when he was 18 again. Looking at her face, he wants to try again, to fall in love with her once more, to want to... but no, he no longer wants to feel that pain again. Some feelings never change, but you have to leave them behind, right? And one life should be enough to try. He made a commitment to never love her again. This life is his chance to live for himself. But who knew he wasn’t the only one regressed? The ultimate black heart curse is broken... and time reverses. Avey: “Lucy, can we.” Tears in her eyes. Lucy: Looking blankly at him. Avey: “Can’t you at least give me one chance?” Lucian: Silently looking at her. what about other people who hurt him too: mother, sister, friend and ofc her Will he give up on love for his own peace, or will he be too afraid to feel that pain again? --- Additional Tags: Regression, Time Travel, Yandere, CEO Girl, Mafia, Family Conflicts, Mother’s Failure, Revenge, Heartbreak, Sacrifices, Unworthy Love, Beautiful Love Story, Strong Characters, Loki ---

[ WSA Entry ] Cassin Valen was born to suffer. A child of mercy in a world that knew none, he watched his mother burn for her kindness. Raised in the pits of despair, he learned to survive by shedding his humanity. But even survival came at a cost. When the only light in his life was snuffed out by a man in black, Cassin was left with nothing but rage and regret. Broken and bleeding at the bottom of a ravine, he should have died. Instead, he found a Shard—a fragment from an ancient source, cursed with power and purpose. Now, bound to a Shard that demands he "Restore what is broken," Cassin walks a path of vengeance and ruin. In a world shattered by the remnants of a divine Singularity, where Shards grant unimaginable power at a terrible price, Cassin must navigate a web of oaths, curses, and ancient secrets. But can a man who loathes his own existence restore what he himself has broken? -- Mc Titles: The Cursed, Shardbearer, The Broken, Herald of the Singularity, Oathbreaker, The Immortal, The Damned, The Last Ember, The Unforgiven. -- Dark Fantasy checked No Harem checked Morally complex MC checked Ruthless Mc checked Anti Hero checked -- Note From Author: I hope you guys enjoy this and feel free to give suggestions as this is my first work and I am just starting, hoping we have a long run together. Enjoy the Read! :) -- Update Schedule: 1 chp/daily 2 chps/saturday and sunday

On the eve of her marriage, her engagement was broken, and she was also fired from her company, transforming her from a bride-to-be into an unemployed single woman. Even worse, the luxury apartment she rented was burglarized in the middle of the night! However, she found the thief very handsome and familiar. It turned out to be him, the renowned Wall Street playboy! On his first day back in the country, his car was almost destroyed due to the sudden appearance of her wedding dress. In the evening, he returned to the mansion he had bought many years ago and found a female thief living inside! "Hey, be polite! You're just a renter! How dare you call me a thief?" he complained angrily. Yet, surprisingly, he gradually fell in love with her. Would he finally shed his reputation as a "playboy" for her? ...

Are you tired of the oppressive Government system? The rich remain wealthy, while the poor stay destitute. The law favors the powerful and influential, showing special treatment to those with status, while ignoring the plight of ordinary citizens. They proclaim "ignorance of the law excuses no one," yet those in power easily manipulate and control the law to their advantage, trampling anyone in their path as long as they have money and wealth. In this compelling novel, a seemingly foolish character emerges, not as a hero, but as the remedy to the unavoidable ills of society. Through his journey, He will challenge the status quo, confront the corruption, and offer hope to those who have been oppressed for far too long Shedding light by using his own blood on the injustices of the world and inspiring a call for change.

Waking up in a forest laying on dirt and grass was something Victor Gray didn't expect after dying. Or at least this isn't how he pictures the afterlife will be, but here he was alive. Naked and afraid. If his memory serves him right, he was brutally stabbed to death in an alleyway. Then the next thing, he woke up surrounded by trees, dirt, and grass as far as he could see. The sight and scent of nature struck his being as a foreign concept to a city guy himself. Was this heaven? He could have honestly believed this so just for his lack of clothing, but there's another bizarre thing. He wasn't in his body, and to add, he was a twenty-six years old man. Not someone who looks barely out of fifteen. His nails can protrude outward like claws that of a cat. And apparently, he has horns sticking out of his head and a tail that has a mind of its own sometimes. His hair was a silky raven black contradicting the previous brown he had before. His dark, sleep-deprived eyes and pale complexion from his countless overtime from an underpaying Job at a firm were replaced with golden iris eyes with healthy tanned skin. He couldn't help but ask, What in the world did he turn into? And what is up with this fancy-looking box thingy flashing in front of his face? ******************************************** [Notice!!] [Villain Summoning Complete!] [Establishing link....] [Notice!!] [Link Established!] [Constructing Mission log....] [Notice!!] [Mission Log Created!] [Main Scenario] [THE RISE OF THE DEMON MONARCH OF DARKNESS] [Become the Demon Monarch: 0/1] [Defeat the Seven heroes of E'lireo: 0/7] [Conquer the Realm of the Goddess Etheria: 0/1] [????] [Do you accept? Y/N] *********************************************************** Btw, this Author is a Master rank Procastinator, so the updates are slow asf, however I do my best in each chapters. So read at your own behest. I like putting some references in my stories, so you should watch out for them.

Once upon a time, Emily Stone was gentle, obedient—easily molded into the perfect wife. Even after becoming Mrs. Scott, she existed only in the shadow of her husband Damian’s mistress. After two years of humiliation, Damian finally spoke the words that sealed her fate. "Emily, I'm tired of this. I want to give Melody a wedding." Without shedding a tear, Emily signed the divorce papers, walked away with nothing, and became the laughingstock of the city. Damian married the love of his life, yet he couldn't escape Emily’s ghost. When news arrived that she had perished at sea, regret consumed him. Five years later, at a high-stakes auction, Damian's world stopped. There, standing before him, was the woman he thought dead. His Emily. As his eyes darkened with a desperate hunger, one thought consumed him—this time, he wouldn’t let her go.

The imperial sky moans in the shadow of an ancient prophecy-"The Emperor will fall by the hand he trusted, and the throne will belong to the outcast.” Feng Yuheng was not a man to bow to fate. He is the Emperor's sword, a war general feared on the battlefield, a man who bows only to the lord of the sky. However, everything changes when he meets Mei Lian, a woman who should be nothing more than a shadow of the palace's past-a banished concubine, a blood who should have died in disgrace. However, Mei Lian returns, not as a weak girl sacrificed by her family, but as a threat that could shake the empire. She carries secrets that could topple the throne, secrets that even Feng Yuheng himself is afraid to reveal. When the palace is engulfed in a power struggle, their love and vengeance collide in an inevitable storm. Feng Yuheng knows, if he falls under Mei Lian's spell, then the sword he draws for the emperor might have to be pointed at the woman he loves. And if Mei Lian allowed his heart to weaken, then his struggle all this time would be in vain. Among the fires of war, the blood shed, and the betrayals that repeatedly break hearts-only one can survive. Throne, or love? Revenge, or forgiveness? As the sky turns red with rage and despair, who will win this war-the man who swore allegiance to the empire, or the woman who vowed to destroy it?

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

In the distant realm of Shadowfell, a land of ancient harmony between humans and werewolves, the Shadowfell Kingdom flourished under the wise rule of human King Maric and the cunning Alpha King Wulfric Lupercus. Wulfric Lupercus, alongside his Luna Queen Nyla, had four children: Thane the Cunning, Boris the Coward, Dantina, and Remi the Cursed, the youngest and most troubled of the brood. Remi's birth was marred by a deformity and frail health, condemning her to a life of suffering and rejection. Remi's family, including her parents and siblings, treated her with cruelty and disdain, eager to be rid of the ailing child. Her existence was a constant reminder of shame and weakness, leaving her vulnerable to the whims of those who sought to exploit her. The arrival of Kato the Ruthless, a rebel Alpha King determined to usurp Wulfric's throne and wage war against King Maric, presented an opportunity for Wulfric to sacrifice his unwanted daughter. In a desperate bid to forge a peace treaty, Wulfric offered Remi to Kato as a pawn, forcing her into a life of servitude and submission. Yet, Remi's true nature remained a closely guarded secret, hidden even from herself. The only clue to her mysterious past lay in an ugly iron ring bearing the name 'Odessa', given to her by Boris the Coward before Kato dragged her away to an uncertain fate. As Remi navigated her new life under Kato's rule, she began to unravel the mysteries surrounding her past. Sidestepped by her new Alpha, Remi discovered a shocking truth: her hunchback was not a birth defect, but a curse. This revelation marks the beginning of Remi's transformation, as she sheds her weaknesses and depression to forge a new path. As Remi's eyes unlocked the secrets of her past, the shadows that had shrouded her existence began to recede, it is revealed that she is not just a Tribrid wolf, but the Lost of the Last Moon King. The cursed child, once discarded and forgotten, rises to reclaim her rightful place among the wolves. With the weight of her true identity and her power settling upon her shoulders. Kato the Ruthless, begings to fall in love with Remi. But she is too drenched in her quest for revenge against the Lupercus family, who had stolen her heritage and buried it under curses and lies, ready to unleash a fury that would shake the very foundations of Shadowfell and forever alter the course of her destiny. *** "This is my offering to you." Wulfric said. Kato scoffed, disgusted, looking at the young, dead-faced girl in chains, hunching. "Is this some sort of joke? A HUNCHBACK GIRL? What am I going to do with her? Can I even hump her? This is not a gift, this is an insult!" Kato fumed. "She is still a princess, no matter how awkward she might look. She is still my daughter, and i am giving her to you as a gift because she is just as precious to me. " Wulfric said, her brothers and sister behind him snickered. "Even better," Thane began. "She is untouched, chaste. A virgin." "Of course she is. Who would touch her? She looks wretched and disgusting." Kato said through clenched teeth. "Careful now!" Dantina scolded. "She is still my father's daughter. You will not disrespect him this way. " Dantina said. "Take her. Fuck her, sell her, skin her, and make her your slave—any type of slave. I don't care. But just take her; she is yours now, Alpha Kato. The Hunchback princess of the Lupercus Pack is yours. And thus, our friendship." Wulfric smiled. Kato looked at her one last time; she dared not raise her eyes to meet him. ‘Cursed thing’, he thought. “Carl, bring her along.” Kato signalled to his beta. “Father! Father!!" Remi’s voice suddenly burst through. “Please, please. Don’t do this to me.” She sobbed. “Please, da.” But they all just stared at her with smiles. Note **This narrative includes explicit R18+ scenes of non-con, BxG pairings, masturbation, group orgies, harem. Discretion is advised.

Having mastered a little bit of magic, Tessa escapes from her home—a beautified cage that is more or less a prison to her. Her only desire is to wander through the kingdoms she encounters, free from chains. Yet unbeknownst to her, every use of her power draws danger closer. What kind of danger? No one knows, not even her. Until she meets him. Zarek. A name whispered in fear and loathing across Eryndor Kingdom. The fourth prince, shunned by all—including his own father, the King. A man condemned to life imprisonment from the moment he drew his first breath. Until he meets her. Locked in the same dungeon, both ignite something deep inside each other. A passion neither can ignore. The touch of her hand is like fire to his dead cold soul and every stolen kiss, every fleeting moment between them, becomes a sin they cannot stop committing. It’s only after their separation that they discover they are bound by more than chance. They are betrothed. A bond forged by men, yet seemingly destined by fate. As their love deepen, Tessa is forced to confront the darkest secret of her bloodline. Her power goes out of control and the more time she spends with Zarek, it becomes a threat not only to her but him too. But not in a million years will Zarek let her go. She is his life, his love and above all... his obsession. *** “Our love… it’s dangerous, impure, and cursed. They say it will destroy everything.” Tears streamed down her face, her words punctuated by the taste of blood oozing from her lips. “And it will destroy me if you leave, Tessa.” For the first time, Zarek’s stoic resolve broke as a tear slid down his cheek. A tear shed just for her. “I love you, Tessa. Please don’t go.” Their foreheads touched, a shared gesture of intimacy as they allowed their emotions to intermingle with the falling rain. In the quiet, they made unspoken vows. Then— “Let’s leave,” they whispered in unison.

The day the evil breached our world, the heavens shed tears of blood, and the earth trembled with anguish. Its dark presence slithered into every crack, staining the air with suffocating darkness that choked the very soul of humanity. Yet, in the face of such evil, the gods did not forsake us. From their celestial thrones, they descended, their divine light piercing through the suffocating darkness. With their divine power, they stood as beacons of hope amidst the approaching night. Through alliances forged with forgotten deities and the wielding of long-lost magics, we waged war against the terrifying evil. Each battle was a testament to our determination, and every win served as a ray of hope in the never-ending night. Even if the path ahead is difficult and the journey is full of danger, there is still hope for salvation. —-------------------------------------- Schedule: 5 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter length: 1000 - 2500 words Warning and Disclaimer: The following novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, names, places, and incidents portrayed in this novel are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Readers are advised that the content within these pages is entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as representative of any real-life individuals, organizations, or events. The author takes no responsibility for any misconceptions or misinterpretations that may arise from the reader's perception of this work. Enjoy the journey into the realm of imagination, but remember to distinguish between fiction and reality. —------------------------------------

This is the story of a man who had lived a life that could only be described as a tragedy. His parents died when he was 8. His wife had a miscarriage and ended up passing away with his son. When he turned 30, he lost an arm in the great war between the empire he called home and the neighboring state. At 52, his adopted daughter was tragically killed by the same man who he swore loyalty to, the emperor. When he was stabbed in the heart at 74 years old, he wasn't angry by the betrayal from who was wielding the sword. Instead, he was relieved. Finally, he could rest. But when he opened his eyes, expecting to find himself in the afterlife, instead, he awoke to when he was only 7 years old. With the opportunity to change his future, this man only desired one thing—rest. He wanted to rest. He was tired of all the schemes, the betrayals, the losses, and the tears he'd shed. All he wanted to do now was rest and he would do anything he needed to in order to achieve that goal of his. So what happens when a boy who is too great for his own good is not left alone? Read and see.

[Tomb Raiding + Suspense + Intelligence On Point] There exists a group of people who wield black blades and possess extraordinary skills, born to explore the ancient tombs of the world. There exists a group of warriors who fight without rest, shedding their last drop of blood to protect the nation's treasures. They stand against the darkest corners of this world, shielding millions from the shadows. They uphold the greatest glory of this nation, leaving behind a legacy for generations to come. They share a common name: Qilin. But I prefer to call them: The Guardians of China!

written by help of ChatGPT Albus Dumbledore was her father, or rather, he had adopted her when she was just an infant. She never questioned how she came into his care—until the memories of another life surfaced. She remembered being someone else. A girl from another world, a world where Harry Potter was merely a book series. She had died young, and when given a second chance, she had been granted three wishes. She had wished for magic, the ability to shape her own destiny, and a loving family. The universe, it seemed, had a sense of humor. Rosabelle was a Metamorphmagus, gifted with the ability to change her appearance at will. It was a rare and powerful magic, one that set her apart even in the wizarding world. But more importantly, she was Albus Dumbledore's daughter, raised in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts and beloved by the greatest wizard of the age. Growing up in the castle had been a dream, but she quickly realized that being a Dumbledore came with its own expectations. While Albus loved her dearly, he was often busy, leaving her in the care of Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. She learned magic swiftly, surpassing her peers with natural talent and a sharp intellect. Her Metamorphmagus abilities were a secret she guarded closely, using them only when necessary. When she was old enough to understand the world around her, she realized something chilling—she was living in the story of Harry Potter. A world she once read about was now her reality, and she knew what was coming. The rise of Voldemort, the trials Harry would endure, and the pain her father would suffer. She decided then and there that she would change fate. She would not allow things to unfold as they had before. As the years passed, Rosabelle kept a close eye on the events around her. She befriended Severus Snape when she was just a child, seeing the broken, lonely boy beneath the cold exterior. She tried to guide him toward a different path, hoping he would not make the same tragic mistakes. When Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, she watched him carefully, ensuring he stayed on track without interfering too much. But sometimes, she couldn't help herself. "Rosabelle, why do you always show up when things get complicated?" Harry once asked, frustrated after she had pulled him out of trouble with Peeves. She had merely smirked. "I have a knack for knowing when to be in the right place at the right time." But it wasn't just about protecting Harry. She wanted to make sure that people who had suffered in the original timeline found happiness. She subtly nudged Neville Longbottom toward confidence, helped Hermione Granger embrace her brilliance without isolating herself, and kept Draco Malfoy from falling too far into his family's dark legacy. And then there was her father. She knew what would happen to Albus Dumbledore. She knew about the cursed ring, the painful sacrifices, and his eventual demise. She refused to accept it. If she had been given this life and this knowledge, she would use it to protect the ones she loved. One evening, she confronted him in his office. "I know you're hiding something from me." Dumbledore sighed, his blue eyes twinkling with sadness. "My dear, there are things that even I cannot change." Rosabelle clenched her fists. "That's not true. You always say that the future is not set in stone. If that's the case, then I refuse to let you sacrifice yourself." He smiled at her, pride evident in his expression. "You have your mother's fire." She didn't know who her biological mother was, but in that moment, it didn't matter. Albus Dumbledore was her father, and she would do anything to save him. As the war loomed closer, Rosabelle realized that despite all her efforts, fate had a way of fighting back. Some things seemed destined to happen no matter what she did. But she wasn't afraid. She had magic, she had knowledge, and most importantly, she had people who believed in her. For rosaBelle Dumbledore was not just another piece

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

Whispers in the Dark is a compelling novel that delves into the struggles faced by an individual growing up in an abusive, negative, denial, and ignorant environment while grappling with their sexual orientation. This poignant tale follows the journey of Ansh, a young gay individual, as they navigate the treacherous waters of self-discovery and acceptance amidst the storms of life. Born into a conservative household that views homosexuality as a taboo, Ansh finds solace in the whispers of his own heart, silently yearning for the freedom to love who he truly is. However, his oppressive surroundings serve as a constant reminder of the tormenting challenges that lie ahead. As the story unfolds, Ansh encounters a myriad of experiences that test his resilience and determination. From enduring bullying at school to internalizing the toxic messages ingrained within their community, he finds himself trapped in a web of denial and self-doubt. Yet, an indomitable spirit fuels their quest for authenticity, leading him to seek refuge in friendships and being clandestine about his entire life. Through the darkness, glimmers of hope begin to emerge. Ansh gradually discovers a community of like-minded individuals who share similar mindsets and offer him the Strength, Emotional Support and Comfort providing him with an Environment in which he can walk on the path of Self Love and Self Acceptance. With each step, Ansh must confront his deepest fears and the consequences of unveiling his true identity. The novel explores the complex dynamics of familial relationships, societal prejudices, and the resilience of the human spirit. It sheds light on the immense toll that living in an unsupportive environment can have on an individual's mental and emotional well-being. As the storm rages on, Ansh's resilience becomes an inspiration not only to others like him but also to those grappling with their own internal battles. The narrative deftly explores themes of love, identity, and the profound strength that can be found within oneself. Whispers in the Dark is an emotional and empowering story that ultimately encourages readers to find their voice and embrace their true selves, regardless of the storms that may surround them. It serves as a reminder that, even in the darkest moments, hope can emerge, illuminating a path toward acceptance, understanding, and, ultimately, self-love.

For a power that he found in a young age, he could copy anything he wanted. On a fateful day where the earth would have seen doom, a group of so called heroes stepped in to try and fight back. Blood were shed and bodies shattered, cries echoed. Coming in contact with the blood of an alien was something last on his list or maybe his first.

Luck is limited and when villains and heroes hoard it, extras lose it. An ambitious villain defeated and killed far too soon, and a heroic group that couldn't prevent humanity's extinction, find themselves back in the past. Their battles and stolen opportunities cause consequences unknown to them, impacting the lives of all those around them, especially extras, moreso one named Neville. Unbeknownst to him, his fate is greatly influenced by the 'main characters'. He'd seen it all, gangsters, politicians and their mistresses, arrogant celebrities, even bratty heirs. But nothing prepared him for the night his client was involved in an 'accident'. Right after he was summoned by his boss who fired him and accused him of being involved but since they couldn't prove it only his license was revoked. After getting out of the building, his boss tells him that the client's family demanded to meet the him, hoping for some answers and closure. But before going there he needed to pick up the client's eldest daughter... After that encounter his world went through changes his family pushed him to the edge and the supernatural became natural and he had to adapt to his strange new abilities!

Jayein didnt have a perfect life, but life wasnt bad, infact shed say she had the most normal life, with a routine that went on. the only thing that took she looked forawrd to at times was a webnovel called 'Around the Saintesses bumble bush' the novel eye opened her to something she never knew she had so much of.......Anger. "Am i the only one who doesn't find her cute?" -posted 1s ago "if i enter this novel, God forbid i find this woman" -posted 1s ago "I'd rather DIE than read this again" -posted 1s ago Life has odd ways of making wishes come true, after getting hit by a car Jayein is transmigrated into the novel shes been leaving non-stop hate comments on, this is her chance to finally rewrite the novel and show them what a real villainess looks like. "so im going to be outshadowed then killed? hah! im not running away, im going to be the best villainess!"

What do you do when four men come into your life and completely turn it upside down? No, seriously, I have no idea. All I wanted to do was hide away on my ranch with no one to bother me, but apparently, they had different plans. Luckily for them, this was not my first zombie apocalypse. If they learn to listen, we might just get out of this with our lives. If not, maybe I would finally be able to rest in peace. ------ Li Dai Lu was born and raised Canadian in her first life. This meant that she was taught how to share, how to put others first and to keep the peace as much as she could. However, that all backfired in a spectacular way. Reborn in a new time and place, Li Dai Lu did her best to protect all those that she could from the zombies that were wiping out the human race. Unfortunately for her, those she rescued were not as grateful as they should have been. Killed by the very people she saved, she held her breath and waited for the calm, peacefulness of death. But the Fates were not too accommodating and our heroine woke up in her third life, a year before the zombie apocalypse. This time she would live life on her own terms and to those that disagreed... well, she would have a few words for them. With four men at her side, she will shed the cloak of civility and become who she was truly meant to be. This will turn into a reverse harem where she does not have to pick. There is no m/m. Other Novels: Dancing with Monsters: Ongoing Star's Ships: Brand New! Ongoing! Discord: Sakura#6289 Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/CapanRmy Instagram: @devil_besideyou666