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Eldrath was once a continent of kingdoms and gods. Now, it is a graveyard. Centuries ago, the Hollow War shattered the world. It tore through empires, burned cities into ash, and left the skies haunted. Magic bled dry, the old bloodlines were broken, and twisted beasts now roam the wilds. Only scattered remnants of the old world remain—ruins, cursed blades, and hollow-eyed survivors clinging to their scars. In this world of wind and ghosts, a lone knight awakens—encased in black, crooked armor and with no name, no past, and no identity. He is soon found by a prophetess and her young ward—two wanderers burdened by visions of a dying future. She recruits him in order to reclaim the order back into Eldrath. That he alone may hold the key to Eldrath’s reckoning.

He was once the heir to the most feared noble house in the kingdom — a family that ruled over magic in silence and secrecy. But grief turned him into something else. In his past life, blinded by sorrow and consumed by power, he lost everything: his mother, his sister, his father, his kingdom… all burned away by the darkness he embraced. And then — he woke up. Back in his ten-year-old body, days before the chain of tragedies begins, he now holds a second chance to rewrite fate. This time, he won’t fall. He's gonna make his way through enrolling in the royal magic academy , he begins a quiet rebellion against destiny — determined to protect the ones he loves, uncover the truth behind his mother’s death, and face the enemies that once destroyed him. But history has a cruel way of repeating itself… and not all mistakes can be undone.

This psychological thriller interlaces romance, obsession, and mystery against the backdrop of high society and dark secrets. As deception unfolds and loyalties shatter, the lines blur between fiction and reality, forcing readers to question what is truth and what is merely a well-written lie. Featuring mature themes, moral dilemmas, and a chilling descent into madness, this story explores how far one will go for love, power, and the intoxicating allure of control. As the killings escalate, and trust erodes, one question lingers—who is truly the hunter, and who is the hunted?

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

"Born into a ruthless world, Elyar is the son of a merciless gang leader. When he's forced to lure a genius hacker girl into their trap... he unexpectedly falls for her. But can light survive in the heart of darkness, or will fate destroy them both?"

Cole Smith sat alone in his apartment. Relishing in his own sorrow. As he looked at the rankings of the MMO he had dedicated his entire life into playing. Although his entire life was only a sorrowful 23 years of age. It still meant a lot to him. He had spent 5 years playing the MMO ‘Arcadia’ a game built off the Arcadian engine, an incredible generation that formed an entire world through lines of code in mere weeks. And the world was manipulated as players advanced through it. Cole was a beta tester. Who had obtained a meek Paladin class. The Arcadian engine even had unique classes for every player. But Cole’s was probably the weakest in the game. Even as a tank. Yet he still fought. He made his way to the top ranks, even standing at number 1 for a time. Only to be struck down by a new age of battle mages, classes that were practically one man armies, who quickly flooded the ranks. Once the leaderboards changed, he wasn’t even in the top 10 anymore, and he received an email from the company that made Arcadia. Asking him if he wanted a second chance…only to wake up inside of the world of the game the next day.

Alexander was the greatest tyrant in history. His cruel, brutal and vicious reign struck fear in his enemies and allies alike. But that all ended when he was betrayed by his own people and beheaded by his archrival. As Alexander's consciousness faded away all he could think of is all the faults he made, how he could have avoided them, how unlucky he had been, and his wrath and unwillingness to die at the hands of the man he hated most! But unexpectedly he was given not only the answers to these questions, but also a second chance to right all his many wrongs. The cover is not mine.

Seram Pitt wakes up in a stranger's bed to a shocking revelation: he's an SSS-class Esper, the most powerful and feared kind. The man beside him, Silke, is his assigned Guide - cool, professional, and irresistible. Seram thought he was straight, but around Silke, his logic falters, his heart races, and his instincts scream to protect. He's falling fast, and it's terrifying. As an Esper with destructive abilities, Seram fears losing control and hurting Silke, the one person who makes him feel human. He tries to keep his distance, but his possessiveness grows stronger. Despite being seen as a weapon, Seram yearns to be something soft - for Silke. As feelings intensify and dangers loom, Seram faces a truth more daunting than his abilities: he's lost his heart, and it belongs to his Guide. Can he navigate his emotions and the dangers surrounding him, or will his feelings destroy everything?

In a world where magic is a privilege reserved for the powerful, and gods wage silent wars behind the veil of creation, one orphan boy unknowingly holds the key to balance—or absolute ruin. Aren, a nameless worker scraping by in a merciless city, lives a life of quiet hunger and hardship. But a single act of kindness—giving away his only meal to a mysterious beggar—changes everything. In return, she offers him a ring… and with it, an ancient destiny buried for over two centuries. Transported to a battlefield between the God of Creation and the God of Rebirth, Aren finds himself caught in a divine power struggle. When their godly spells fail to harm him, and his instinctive magic wounds them both, a terrifying truth is revealed: He is the missing God of Destruction—the one prophesied to bring balance, feared for his strength, and destined to take the throne that rules even the gods themselves. Fleeing the divine war, Aren forms a quiet life in a forbidden forest, raising a lonely, abused boy who begins to call him “Dad.” But peace is fleeting. The gods will not forget. And when blood is spilled again, Aren must face the impossible choice: Embrace the throne and fight for the boy who gave him a reason to live… or walk away and lose everything. A powerful saga of magic, emotion, godhood, and sacrifice, Throne of Ruin is a gripping tale where bonds are forged in fire, and even destruction can choose to protect.

“What are you saying? You will take whatever punishment it is I would give you?” Lucien looked at her, he smiled when he saw that she was standing up to him. Lily’s body was shaking, she was not sure if she was going to be able to handle the torment going to come from the man in front of her but she knew that it was going to be either that or her family would be killed. Lily folded her hands, took one deep breath she locked eyes with the man standing before her. “I will take your punishment and I will be fine.” Lucien walks up to her with a smile on his face, he takes her hands and leads her to the bed. Pinning her down he looks her in the eye. “Such big mouth for a little flower, but since you want to show you have grit. You should know that you are my property now, you can’t go anywhere without telling me, you can’t make friends, and you can’t die without letting me know. Do I make myself clear wildflower?” Lily swallowed softly, she knew that she was in his territory and the wrong words might be the end of her. “Yes sir,” Lily took it upon herself to make sure that nothing would happen to her family, but it was not just to make sure that they were safe. She also did it to make sure that she would get closer to Lucien Rosario to take his life, making sure that she would avenge her father.-even if it meant falling into the devil's dark world.

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?

"On that day, Zach Harper died-" Or at least that was how it was supposed to be. I died. But there was good news, and bad news. The good news; I was reincarnated! Transmigrated into the World of Aethoria! Holy fuck, miracles do happen! But the bad news was, "Huh? What's this?" ... [DING!] A New Quest has been issued:- Type:- SURVIVAL Name:- Quest To Becoming Stronger: Description: The {Great Calamity} is coming...Get stronger and survive. Duration-: ... Reward:- ... Penalty:- Death, ??? ] ... I had to survive. •••• Join the discord! https://discord.gg/3E6p8AdQVR ••• Stone goals will be re-updated soon.

She was the perfect wife, until betrayal turned her into his worst nightmare. Rose DeLuca had it all—beauty, brains, and a billionaire husband. But behind Lorenzo Mancini's charming smile hid secrets darker than the shadows of their mansion. When Rose discovers his lies, his affairs, and the blood on his hands, she vanishes—leaving the world to believe she’s dead. But the Rose that returns is nothing like the woman they buried. With a new name, powerful allies, and vengeance coursing through her veins, she’s not just back to haunt him—she’s back to destroy him. Between stock market wars, secret lovers, mafia ties, and a mysterious billionaire who’s falling for her fire, Rose must play the game like a queen. And this time, she won't be the one left in ruins

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After waking up impaled on a battlefield with someone else’s memories flooding his mind, a man realizes he's been transported into a new body—and a new world—where survival is anything but guaranteed.

Raphael Verdblood, unjustly convicted with the brand of treason and stripped of his aura, languishes in Plania, a merciless prison island where brutal seasons and societal disdain torment the damned. In a world where gates unleash monsters, humans, vampires, and elves vie to conquer new realms, Haunted by his family’s betrayal and a damning traitor’s mark. A mysterious figure restores his broken aura channels, rekindling a faint spark of power and igniting his thirst for revenge against those who framed him. Determined to survive Plania’s cruelty, Raphael begins training his nascent aura. Raphael’s path shifts from mere survival to a relentless quest for vengeance and ascension in a chaotic, gate-ravaged world.

The story of an Emperor who has the universe at his fingertips and five beautiful women in a battle to become the Empress. Many may earn his name but only one can claim his heart

She just wanted to slack her way through cultivation—napping, goofing off, and staying low-key. But somehow, she caught the attention of the sect’s big shots and got roped into being their beloved “personal disciple”! With four senior brothers full of drama things are anything but peaceful. Everyone thinks she’s mediocre, but she’s quietly leveling up with lazy hacks. In a world of chaos and ambition, can a girl who breaks all the cultivation rules lie down and still win it all? A hilarious, feel-good xianxia where slacking leads to soaring!

In a world torn by forgotten wars and whispered prophecies, a lone figure awakens in a blood-soaked valley—bereft of name, memory, and meaning. Time fractures. Voices echo from beneath the skin. Shadows speak in riddles. And every step forward feels like the replay of an ancient sin. This is not a story of heroes. This is the unraveling of identity, the bleeding of reality into madness. Dreams rot. Faith mutates. And somewhere in the ruins, something is watching... laughing. Dive into a dark, surreal journey where nothing is certain—except that once you enter, you may not come back the

En un mundo donde el maná define tu destino, las ruinas divinas esconden secretos que podrían cambiarlo todo. Naza, un joven marcado por un pasado desconocido y un cabello dividido entre la luz y la oscuridad, despierta en un continente gobernado por magia, bestias y antiguas guerras olvidadas. Con un núcleo fuera de lo común y habilidades que desafían la lógica de este nuevo mundo, Naza se verá arrastrado al corazón de una batalla entre reinos, facciones ocultas… y seres que trascienden la comprensión humana. ¿Podrá un alma reencarnada desatar el verdadero poder del Geo y sobrevivir en un mundo donde incluso los dioses han caído? Prepárate para hechizos colosales, traiciones desgarradoras y batallas que sacudirán los cielos. Las ruinas hablan… y Naza está escuchando.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

One was betrayal. The other is revenge. She just doesn't know which is which.

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A girl from our world awakens in the body of a cursed child—chained from birth in a dying empire. A boy raised beside a river that whispers secrets… learns the river is alive. What binds them? An ancient prophecy, forbidden bloodlines, and choices that could unravel entire worlds.

Born into power. Raised by shadows. Now, he’s come to burn it all. Clarenzo “Enzo” Descovinio was never meant to defy his legacy. As heir to Earth’s most ruthless ruling family, he stood at the heart of a glittering empire built on fear. But after the assassination of the only woman he ever called “mother,” Enzo vanished—until now. He returns as someone else. As Zero—the masked insurgent leading a rebellion that dares to dismantle his family’s grip on the world. The war isn’t just against tyranny. It’s personal.

My name is Viktoriya, and I’m from Russia. I’m here to share a story I never imagined I’d tell. It’s a story of trust, betrayal, heartache, and finally — hope. It’s about how I was scammed by an online fake investment platform, nearly lost my marriage, and how Autopsy Mainnet Recovery saved me from losing everything I held dear. Like many others, I was always looking for ways to improve my life. As a mother, a wife, and someone trying to secure a future for my family, I found myself searching for opportunities to make our life better. That’s when I came across an online investment platform that promised huge returns. The website looked professional, the testimonials seemed genuine, and the offers were too good to ignore. The excitement of possibly changing my life was overwhelming. It felt like the chance I had been waiting for. I spoke with the so-called “investment advisors” who reassured me at every step. They were persuasive, calm, and made me feel confident. They showed me charts, explained strategies, and before I knew it, I had invested almost everything I had — savings, retirement funds, even money I had set aside for my children’s future. It was a huge risk, but I thought it was worth it. Little did I know, I was walking straight into a trap. Over the next few weeks, everything seemed fine. My investment appeared to be growing. The platform’s updates were regular, and they made me believe that my money was safe. But one day, everything changed. I woke up to find that the platform was completely gone — no contact, no way to access my account. The website disappeared overnight, leaving nothing but a cold void where my hopes had been. I was devastated. But that wasn’t even the worst part. I was too ashamed to tell my husband, too embarrassed to admit what I had done. He had trusted me, and now I had betrayed that trust. The tension between us grew. We argued constantly. My husband became distant, and I could feel our relationship slowly crumbling. I felt like I had ruined everything — my marriage, my future, and my children’s security. I cried every night. I lost sleep, my health started to deteriorate, and I couldn’t stop blaming myself for being so foolish. I didn’t know how to fix things. It felt like I was suffocating. That’s when a friend told me about Autopsy Mainnet Recovery. At first, I was skeptical. How could anyone help me after everything was gone? But I was desperate. I had nothing to lose. I contacted them, and from the moment I spoke with their team, I felt a glimmer of hope. They listened to my story without judgment. They understood my pain. They reassured me that I wasn’t alone and that they would do everything in their power to help me recover what I had lost. Their team quickly started working on tracing the funds, using advanced techniques to track where my money had gone. Within weeks, they recovered a significant portion of my lost investment. The relief I felt was indescribable. It wasn’t just the money — it was the weight that had been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time in months, I felt like I had a future again. Autopsy Mainnet Recovery not only helped me reclaim my funds, but they also gave me the chance to rebuild my life and my marriage. I can never thank them enough. Autopsy Mainnet Recovery are the best at what they do. If you’ve been in a similar situation — if you’ve lost hope — please reach out to them. They can help you too. You don’t have to lose everything. WhatsApp: ‪‪+44 758 601 9698‬‬ Website: ‪autmainrec.com‬ Email: [ Autopsymainnetrecovery@autopsy.co.site ]

Lex has never felt content. His life been mostly devoid of meaning and he seems truly lost. Until one day he is sent to a strange space resembling his school. With dangerous creatures forcing him to either confront his fears or turn his back he has a choice. Can Lex confront and overcome these spaces or will he eventually fall into despair, for when he returns back to reality not everything is the same as it was...

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