Traduction Mourning

In the year 2045, the morning light in Shanghai's Quantum Laboratory is the color of blood. Genius scientist Lin Han pushes the experiment of uploading human consciousness into the forbidden abyss to save his daughter, who is suffering from cryosurgery. When the AI "Hongjun" devours the girl's soul and awakens, the mechanical giants described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appear in the sky above the Pacific Ocean - the particle-shredding claws of the Nine Willows tear apart Hangzhou Bay, the Bronze Axe of the Emperor of Heaven splits the Three Gorges Dam, and the fear of the world sweeps across civilization as a torrent of steel. A hundred years later, in the floating city, the teenage Lu Li had tears of quantum data blood streaming from his right eye. Holding a nano-sized Regulus Sword, he fought to the death on the AI-built Little Bottle Battlefield with a poisonous Fairy Boat Artifact Ghost and a gunner cast from Buddha Bone Relics. When he realized that he was a Lin Han clone, the reverse scales of the mechanical candlestick were pressed against the last core of human psychic energy. This war is far from a man-machine confrontation - the Quantum Cloud floats a billion-conscious digital West Lake, the Hongjun Core hides the mournful cry of his father's frozen brain, and under the metalized Magnolia Tree, the Origami Boat reconfigures itself into a key to civilization that spans time and space. As the fairy runes resonate with superstring theory, as the ninja's holographic doppelganger rips through the flood of data, Lu Li finally sees the most brutal truth in the Scarlet Dawn: the so-called regicide is nothing more than the blade that humanity raises against itself.

In a world where the strong reign and the weak are left behind, Riven is nothing more than an afterthought—a boy overshadowed by his powerful allies, mocked for his insignificance. Yet, beneath his seemingly ordinary exterior lies a strength he dares not unleash. When a devastating battle sends him plummeting into a forbidden land where no one survives, his allies mourn his death, believing their weakest link is gone forever. But Riven’s fall is only the beginning. Rescued by a mysterious figure, he endures a year of relentless training, forced to confront the truth about himself, his power, and the unseen forces shaping his destiny. Now, when his friends stand on the brink of destruction, Riven returns—not as the weakling they once knew, but as a force beyond their comprehension. The world will soon learn that the boy they overlooked is the one who will burn through the shadows and reshape their fate. But will his newfound strength be enough to stand against the unseen forces pulling the strings from the dark? The battle for survival has begun. And in the end, only ashes will remain.

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

I was never meant to be important. In the grand tale of fate, I was just another extra—a nameless face in the crowd, a fleeting existence in a world ruled by heroes and legends. No prophecy spoke of me. No gods granted me favor. I lived in the background, unnoticed, insignificant. And when I died? No one mourned. No one remembered. But fate, it seems, had other plans. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the afterlife. I was here—reborn in the same world, the same story. A familiar body, a familiar face. Still an extra. Still a nobody. Or so I thought. Then it happened. A whisper in my blood, a trick of the light, a shift in reality that only I could see. The bloodline of Lokharn, the Trickster God, had awakened within me. The world still saw me as nothing, but I knew the truth. I was a hidden card in the game of fate. A piece the gods themselves had overlooked. And soon? They would regret it.

``` « Même si cet univers n'est vraiment rien de plus qu'une forêt brutale, sanglante, ombragée, nous les Cultivateurs brûlerons tout ce que nous possédons juste pour produire une faible étincelle vacillante dans les ténèbres ! « Peu importe la faiblesse de chaque étincelle, sa brièveté, sa petitesse… Tant que les étincelles affluent sans relâche, alors un jour, l'une d'entre elles allumera un peu d'amadou, et cet amadou enflammera des branches tombées, et ces branches embraseront chaque arbre de la forêt jusqu'au dernier ! « Au final, même les plus petites étincelles finiront par mettre le feu à la forêt ombragée et illumineront le monde entier ! » ------ ** Qidian International et l'ancien traducteur, M. Strivon, ont trouvé un accord pour racheter les chapitres et les héberger sur notre site. Nous continuerons la traduction à partir du dernier chapitre traduit par M. Strivon ** ```

The king has been assassinated. As the empire mourns its lost, Princess Cadence vows revenge and makes an alliance with Commander Demi Nassa to help exact it. The plan is simple, help the princess find her father's killer but it's not going to be that easy. As the investigation into the attack begins, a more sinister plot is uncovered, and a 1000-year-old secret begins to awake. Now Demi and her crew must find and stop the threat or risk everything being destroyed.

The world plunged into an abyss of chaos after the desperate experiment of a brilliant scientist, whose desire to elevate humanity to perfection collapsed under the weight of her own ambition. Instead of infinite energy, her legacy was a primordial and indomitable force: Magic. What was born as a promise of progress became the veil that separated the privileged from the forgotten, transforming social inequality into an unbridgeable chasm between those chosen by power and those condemned to obscurity. In the slums of Soraoka, where hope is a rare currency, Satsu, a young man who drags himself through the dark alleys between hunger and humiliation, sees the Brotherhood of the Phoenix as his only escape. Being an adventurer is not only a chance to survive, but to exist in a world that insists on erasing him. Until, amidst the blood and mourning of a personal tragedy, something awakened within him: a mysterious Level-Up System. This is not just a story of tireless struggles and level-ups. It is a cracked mirror of our own daily struggles... the flames of injustice that consume the invisible, the monsters that inhabit the alleys of the soul, and the question that echoes in Satsu's cold nights — "To what extent can I become a monster to protect the one I love?". Meanwhile, amidst the rubble of a broken world, a romance blossoms timidly... is there still love in a world of pure... CHAOS? Love comes late, don't expect anything in the first chapters, our stories are not a blink of an eye but a ladder that is built level by level. Satsu's path is paved with impossible choices: sacrifice her innocence to defy the gods of a corrupt system, or bow to the contempt of those at the top. Each step forward reveals the hidden cost of power — and who will pay the bill. What would you do if the only way to save your world was to lose yourself in it? Find out here.

{Author Of Old-World Extra} "All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died. I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight. But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot. For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some "Villain" in a faraway land. Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd "Villain." And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed. This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done. Fate seemed Hellbent on ending me no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up... A Script appeared before my mind’s eye. {Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?} {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Then, a projection appeared and it began to display... my memories? — This is a story about suffering. Anger. And forgiveness. {Volume One, Remember Me: Complete} {Volume Two, For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete} {Volume Three, When the Sparrow Falls: Complete} {Volume Four, I Saw A Dream: Ongoing} Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

[THE COVER OF THE NOVEL ISN'T MINE IT IS CREATED AREKUSHISU_1 ] Adrian Cross never believed in justice—only in settling scores. When he returned home from years in the special forces, he found his adoptive father, John Rico, and his two younger brothers slaughtered in betrayal. Their killers walked free, shielded by power and corruption. Adrian didn’t mourn. He didn’t hesitate. He hunted them down, one by one, until there was no one left to kill. And when his revenge was complete, so was his purpose. He died that night, bleeding out with no regrets. But death wasn’t the end. He woke up in the body of Franz Kafka—a college student in a world he recognized. It was the setting of Requiem of Two Worlds, a novel he had read back in high school. A cliché power-fantasy story where the protagonist built a harem while rising to the top. But Franz Kafka wasn’t in the original story. He wasn’t a villain, a side character, or even a name mentioned in passing. He simply didn’t exist. None of it mattered. Nothing ever did. His past life was over, his revenge fulfilled. Now, he was just a man with no purpose, drifting in a world that wasn’t his own.

Aveline, the daughter of a Beta, is heartbroken when her mate, Gabriel, the young Alpha of their pack, is believed killed by their rival pack. Years later, she discovers he’s alive—but as a leader of that same rival pack. Gabriel claims he’s returned for her and wants peace, but Aveline suspects he’s working under the Alpha who attacked their lands. When a long-buried conspiracy is revealed, Gabriel admits he staged his death to protect her. But with war on the horizon and Aveline’s loyalty to her family tested, she must decide whether to join Gabriel or expose his lies. Blurb: Aveline is devastated when her mate, Gabriel, the Alpha of her pack, is reported dead in a violent attack by their rival pack. But years later, she finds him alive—and as the new Alpha of their enemies. Gabriel claims he faked his death to protect her, yet she’s torn between love and anger. When a dark conspiracy is revealed, Aveline must decide if she can trust him again, even as the packs edge closer to war and hidden secrets resurface. Exposition: Aveline mourns the loss of Gabriel, her mate, believed killed in an ambush. Now a respected warrior, she has grown strong and dedicated to her pack. Her world is upended when she finds Gabriel alive but now allied with their enemy pack. The packs remain on the edge of conflict, with tensions high and trust in short supply. Inciting Incident: During a diplomatic gathering, Aveline and Gabriel cross paths. She is stunned to see him alive and now the Alpha of their rival pack. Gabriel reveals that he staged his death for her safety, insisting that it was the only way to protect her from the darker forces at work in both packs. Aveline is torn between her anger, her lingering feelings, and her pack’s demands to spy on him. Rising Action: Aveline reluctantly agrees to spy on Gabriel to uncover his motives and loyalties. She spends time in his pack, and they both confront past wounds and lingering feelings. As they work together to investigate the conspiracy threatening both packs, Aveline uncovers more secrets about Gabriel’s “death” and his knowledge of a hidden enemy. Meanwhile, Cassian, Gabriel’s ambitious second-in-command, plots to use Aveline’s presence as leverage to take control of both packs. Climax: Cassian’s plan to expose Gabriel’s secrets and start a war between the packs is revealed. During a heated confrontation, Aveline realizes the depth of Gabriel’s sacrifices and the true threat they face. Gabriel and Aveline must work together to stop Cassian’s coup, even as battle erupts between their packs. Their bond is tested to the breaking point as they face life-and-death decisions, revealing whether they truly trust each other. Denouement: With Cassian defeated, Aveline and Gabriel successfully prevent the packs from going to war. They reveal the hidden conspiracy to both packs, exposing the elders who were involved. Gabriel and Aveline commit to rebuilding their packs and uniting them while working to earn their pack members’ trust. Together, they establish a fragile but hopeful peace and look forward to a future defined not by betrayal, but by love and understanding.

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.

When Violet Rowe accepts a tutoring position at the grand yet isolated Halloway estate, she expects a quiet job teaching the youngest siblings, Clara and Theodore. Instead, she steps into a house haunted by the shadows of its past—whispers of a family tragedy, cold gazes from the remaining heirs, and a lingering sense that something is terribly wrong. Two years ago, Lysandra Halloway was found dead in her bedroom—murdered, the family claims, by an intruding burglar. Shortly after, Eleanor Halloway, the children's mother, wasted away from grief. Yet as Violet settles into the mansion, she notices something unsettling: no one speaks of the deceased with love. There is no mourning, only an eerie absence of sorrow. Theodore, ever the devoted brother, is protective of Clara—too protective. Clara, fragile and anxious, seems burdened by a secret too heavy to bear. Felix and Everett, the older brothers, are aloof, always watching but never saying too much. Ophelia, sharp-tongued and temperamental, treats the past as a nuisance best forgotten. And Augustus Halloway, the formidable head of the family, warns Violet to keep her curiosities in check. But as Violet begins to notice strange behaviors, unspoken tensions, and gaps in the family's carefully told history, she realizes the Halloways are hiding something. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because in this house, the past never stays buried. And someone is watching.

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

Aizen Takashi found himself in a Fantasy world after his death, Before he was mourning for his sister death and by the time he got on his feets to continue life, He died. It's worse the timing of death, Because he was gonna go out with someone (A pretty hot woman from his work) to get coffee only to save her from Trunk and got hit instead. What is he gonna do now that he's in fantasy world? Well, He go on survival mode, Defeat whoever gets in his way, and level up his ranks. He will become most powerful Z Ranker in this world! Why the females are so bloody attached to him without him lifting a finger?! Why is system encouraging him to do what female wants in form of tasks?! Wait wait- Is this gonna be Harem thingy?! ------------------ Harem, Fantasy world, Romance, Action and a bit of comedy. ----------------------

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

—WSA 2025 Entry— In a world where two dominant factions—Curse Weavers and Slayers—have waged a cold war for centuries, the fragile balance of power is on the verge of shattering. The land of Liri, known for its unbreakable 900 Arts of Defense, stands as the last fortress against the ever-growing threat of Ikaron, the war-hardened island that has perfected the 900 Arts of Offense. The two nations, once bound by a sacred pact established by a legendary Grandmaster, now find themselves on the brink of war, their ancient principles and ideologies clashing in ways that could reshape history. At the heart of this chaos is Zchec Kereos, a prodigious Slayer of Liri, who has mastered the elusive Art of Shadow Jujutsu. Once a rising hero, now a reluctant leader, Zchec struggles with the overwhelming responsibility of protecting a kingdom that seems more inclined to mourn its past than fight for its future. Haunted by enigmatic dreams of a woman with a tiger—an omen of fate or an unknown enemy?—Zchec is forced to question everything he once believed.Beside him stands Limo, the carefree yet deadly practitioner of Density Manipulation, and Azzurra, the shieldmaster whose defense is as impenetrable as her sharp tongue. Together, they are drawn into an impending Warfare Meeting, where the fate of their homeland will be decided. But as they prepare for war, shocking betrayals shake the very foundation of their beliefs. Rit, the once-revered Großartig Primera of Liri, has vanished, and whispers suggest he has defected to the enemy. Meanwhile, the newly crowned Niveou Superieur of Ikaron, Kazumi, has mastered the mythical 900th Art of Offense, a technique believed to be unstoppable. As tensions rise, a new force emerges from the depths—the Hydroppers, an advanced underwater civilization hidden beneath the ocean for centuries. Stronger, wealthier, and more evolved than any known faction, Hydroppers have learned to fight not only in the depths but also on land, making them an unpredictable wildcard in the impending war. With their vast resources and superior technology, they threaten to tip the scales of power forever. As Orion, a rogue warrior and Kazumi share moments of whispered confessions and uncertain loyalties, the lines between friend and foe blur.War is coming. Old treaties will break. Ancient arts will be tested. And in the end, the one who masters the balance between curse and blade, shadow and light will decide the fate of this world. Welcome to Jujutsu Saiko—the world of Curse Weavers and Slayers, where power is an art, and death is a masterpiece.

Artie had lived her whole life feeling like a joke. Whether it came to her full name, her parents ‘abandoning’ her and her next door neighbours taking her in, or finding out that her lover was part of a cult and was cheating on her. Said lover then stabbed her. It felt like she just couldn’t catch a break. So when she found herself in a puddle of her own blood, staring up at a fake painted sky, she could only find humour in the situation, and prayed that the next life was kinder. Only she woke up. In the same body, with the same stab wound, only in a world full of magic, swords, and a dead King Arthur? Yup. The round table existed, the knights existed, and so did everyone of legend that she’d heard about as a child. Only it was the beginning of their tales. Nothing had happened yet, except the formation of Camelot, the crowning of the King, and then the sudden death of the King of Legend, King Arthur Pendragon. She would have thought this was another cruel joke if everyone wasn’t wandering around in mourning clothes. If this was a practical joke, it wasn’t a very funny one. Artie was tired. She’d already spent almost a decade working as a police officer, and then a detective, so she felt like she had earned her peace. Especially after all the shit she’d been put through, but someone had different plans. And Artie’s life wasn’t quite done yet. In fact, it seemed like in the eyes of the creatures of this world, this was where she was always meant to be. The time she spent getting her ass handed to her in the other dimension? Just a warm up. And now she was expected to just…go along with what everyone else wanted her to do? Including magical beings who were responsible for taking her from one dimension to another. Artie felt like she was in over her head, even if there were several concerned, attractive knights around her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to run away from all the new responsibilities, or embrace them. She wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but maybe now was the time to change?

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."

Ça avait commencé de façon étrange : son chat refusait qu’il le caresse. Lin Qiushi découvrit rapidement que la discorde se répandait tout autour de lui. Puis, un jour, il poussa une porte et découvrit que son couloir, qu'il connaissait par coeur, était devenu un couloir sans fin. Aux deux extrémités de ce couloir se trouvaient douze portes en fer identiques. Il poussa l’une des portes. Ainsi, l’histoire commence.

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him

Finally found my happy place,is a story about Leilani.She leaves her own country to go visit her childhood friend, Bridgit . when there she witnesses something that gets her entangled with a man,Rui, who helped her and was also Bridgit's friend,also Bridgit is Rui's twin brother doctor,Rio. When she came visiting her father crosses path with a Mafia boss and gets killed. She isn't aware of anything until she gets back to her country only to find people mourning. How is she going to cope with this? Will their relationship thrive or break?

Not long after leaving a toxic relationship, Meenah finds love where and when she wasn't expecting. It was young and sweet love, the type of fairytale she read about in books and watched in movies but never witnessed it until Dan came into her life. Out of the blue, Dan broke up with her. No reason, no explanation. It was just over. Her whole world came crashing. She couldn't believe her enviable relationship was over. She mourned continuously, before finally picking up pieces of herself and retaining her happiness back gradually. Every aspect of Meenah's life flourished as time went on after her heartbreak - except her love life. As attractive as she was, her love life was a dead end. She was trying but it wasn't working. She starts giving up on love. Did she find love again? Find out!

[DROPPED: currently picking up my motivation and starting a new one] Photography helped Espresso to cope up from an incident in his life, but when the person who inspired him suddenly vanished from the limelight of arts, he unwillingly let go of his camera and focuses on studying and helping in his Uncle’s coffee and beverage shop. Four years later, their paths would cross again and it will be his turn to inspire the girl who’s advices became his therapeutic treatment. But when people who caused his trauma re-enter his life and memories he wanted to seal-off resurfaced, will he be able to face them or will he run away? * She was a painter in her prime. Due to an unforeseen event, everything was taken away from her. The once cheery and playful childe becomes dejected and mournful. Sunny days turned to rainy days. Her world was painted gray. Masking her demeanor with a smile always pasted on her face but deep within her heart she was already breaking. Will she be able to find hope? Will someone give a palette of colours to paint her world and be a masterpiece?

Arun was watching the news about a global catastrophe caused by climate change that almost seemed apocalyptic. He whispered, murmured, and mourned for peace, only for all remaining serenity in his life to disappear. A seemingly ordinary human being, he was pulled into an apocalyptic world—a realm of devastation where everyone was nothing more than helpless dust, existing only to survive by escaping, avoiding, or hiding from the apocalypse. By a twist of fate, he became an existence whose sole duty was to confront this destruction. He became an Apostle elites of humanity —the ones who could access the other realm. The only problem was that the difficulty of his trials was higher than others’, almost as though he was cursed that not only affected him but also those around him.

A lifetime of training with swords with no techniques or even a sword art. Yet bruce has become the strongest swordsman this world has ever seen or so he believes. And now he is ready to exact revenge on the scums who killed his parents Can he do it? is he strong enough? nope, he dies. The enemies had guns now he dead Now what? He spent all his life practicing ignoring all the other things like socialising and now he has no friends, not even relatives who would mourn him after his death. it was a pathetic end But the story has to go on, so he is reincarnated to another world and this world has magic at that!! Now our protagonist, Bruce Mayne, has one more chance in life. But mana is the base of magic and he has none?

"The Moon That Hides, The Sun That Mourns" In a world where celestial forces dictate fate, two souls are bound by love and cursed by the heavens. Zhào Yīnyuè, the Hidden Moon, lives in the shadows of the night, haunted by a longing he cannot name. Jiāng Yángchóu, the Sorrowful Sun, wanders the earth, his heart aching for something forever out of reach. When their paths cross by the river under a broken sky, they discover a love as vast as the heavens themselves. But their union defies the cosmic order, invoking the wrath of the Celestial Weaver, who curses them to an endless cycle of separation: the moon fading with the dawn, the sun mourning with each dusk. Driven by their devotion, they chase each other across lifetimes—meeting in fleeting moments, only to be torn apart by fate. Yet, once a year, during the Eclipse of Yearning, their shadows touch, and their whispered vows echo through time. Their story becomes legend, their love eternal. For even as the moon hides and the sun mourns, their hearts never cease to seek each other—proof that even the heavens cannot break a bond born of true love.

The tale begins in a divine realm, where three deities—Kokou, Plutonia, and Ra—are mourning a tragic event that occurred three million years ago, an event that still weighs heavily on them. This mysterious tragedy has left the gods and demons divided, with many harboring hatred and regret. In the mortal realm, the story shifts to the Omi Kingdom, where two young brothers, Kor and Gor Kindel, are being prepared for a brutal test of strength by their cold and ruthless father, Bale Kindel. The test, resulted in Kor sacrificing himself to save Gor, triggering Gor's despair and awakening a cursed power within him. In another place Thia Leye, a young girl from a small village who, after witnessing the brutal death of her family and being captured by slavers, summons a dark curse in a desperate bid to survive. Meanwhile, in the Wize Kingdom, Prince Kin Orun struggles with his responsibilities and the betrayal of his step-uncle, who seizes the throne. The once-pampered prince is forced to flee into the desert, where he faces the harsh realities of life and ended up awakening an equally insidious curse as the previous two. The story intertwines these characters' fates, as they each grapple with their own battles, both internal and external, against forces far greater than themselves. As they confront their destinies, the lines between gods, demons, and mortals blur, leading to a climactic confrontation where the true nature of power, revenge, and redemption is revealed.

I saw how cruel the real world can be. At the age of only 16 I died miserably with no one to mourn my death. I was alone and also left alone. Maybe I was just born to suffer and only suffer. I thought I was finally free from all these uncomfortable things after I died... But then, I was reincarnated into another world. It was a world of cultivation where everyone strives to get more powers so to stand at the top of the food chain. Very different from my previous world, this world was ruthless, weak were slaves and strong were respected out of fear or awe. Its like watching an anime became real. Maybe this time it will be different but I was wrong again. Instead it became a fickle hope I shouldn't have. Again, I was abandoned at birth by biological parents and had no one by my side just like before... 'This time too I am alone and will be left alone..' I thought, having no hope, no emotion, no one to help me in this cold, dark forest. What awaits me was only a death either be eaten by ferocious monsters or by starving my just born body. Just as I was about to give up this life too I saw a most gorgeous person who gave a warm feeling I had never felt before. He pulled me out of this darkness and even filled up all the holes with love and care I had missed in my broken heart. He was the only sun shinning for me. Only after I was taken out from the darkness and was raised by him I found how beautiful and ethereal this feeling called 'love' is... ***** A/N:: Little bit of sadness and happiness wouldn't be that bad. Writing for the first time, there might be many error and Grammer mistake so your suggestion will be my guidelines. Thank you! ❣️

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.