Cuddle Swing

Betrayed by his own blood and sacrificed to the Rift, Karan awakens the Chaos Blade—a cursed weapon of infinite power, but one that devours his soul with every swing. Now hunted by the Order Alliance and haunted by the blade’s whispers, Karan must master its destructive power before it consumes him entirely. But as the Rift spreads, unleashing monstrous horrors and rewriting reality itself, an unexpected alliance with Airena—a knight sworn to destroy him—reveals a chilling truth: the battle between chaos and order hides a far greater threat. Can two enemies defy their destinies and save their crumbling world, or will their fragile trust shatter under the weight of their secrets?

Alvin, a soldier, died on the planet Earth and was reborn into a world called Celestia, where magicians who could control natural elements like fire and warriors who could cut down mountains with a single swing of their swords ruled at the top of the food chain. The body Alvin was reborn into was that of an orphan. When the orphanage he lived in was destroyed by a group of powerful people, he somehow escaped the calamity but ended up dying in an attempt to take revenge on these people ten years later. This was the time when Alvin's memories, buried deep within his soul from his previous world, awakened. At first, he was confused, but he soon collected himself and vowed to take revenge against those bastards who had harmed him. As Alvin was thinking of how to deal with people who were almost as powerful as gods and could kill a weakling like him with a single sneeze, he was surprised to discover a mysterious book called the Book of Dreams floating deep within his soul. This book allowed Alvin to enter different dreams and train in various techniques and spells at the cost of soul energy. From that day on, Alvin's journey officially began in this land of mysteries and wonders. Author's note (What you can expect from my novel): #Water magic #Fire magic #Earth magic #Light magic #Dark magic #Lightning magic #Wind magic #Space magic #Time magic #Weapon cultivators #Body cultivators #Alchemists #Beast tamers #Royal bloodlines #Blood spirits #Blacksmiths

Check out my other novels - |The Rise of Quetzalcoatl| |My Ares System| -- Same Universe - |The Rise of Quetzalcoatl| ------------------------------------------------------------------- A man dies in a plane crash from a supposed terrorist attack. A mysterious... Devil reincarnates him into a new world and gender bends him into a female. It looked to be your standard fantasy world at first, but as Arpious traverses farther into her journey, she finds out that she might not be on a planet. She discovers many secrets that are unknown to her fellow monsters, through the help of her comrades, wives, and even enemies? She learns that the sky is fake? There are worlds right under her world? How is that even possible? Spirits instead of gods? Where the heck is she? ------------------------------------------------------------------- Volume 1. This volume has a mix of action and kingdom building, plus the grammar isn't that good. I'm going back to the earlier chapters and editing them when I have free time. Also, the pacing is really quick but I'm trying to fix it by adding things that I didn't earlier, such as explaining the number of citizens that are multiplying each day. Volume 2. This volume is a segway to the third volume which will be action-packed. It introduces new characters that will be necessary for the third volume. Most of the chapters will bore some readers since there is minimal action and MC is disabled for half of the volume. Grammar gets much better halfway through but the beginning still needs some improvement, grammar-wise. Volume 3. In progress. ------------------------------------------------------------------- MC has mood swings occasionally so just be ready for that. MC is pretty overpowered but that doesn't mean she wins easily all the time. I'm thinking of making this a pretty long novel so development will be slow. I'm also using this novel to improve my writing since I'm kind of bad at it. This also explains why my writing is terrible in the beginning and slowly gets better throughout the novel. Also, the beginning of this story is similar to "Epic of Caterpillar" but it differs later on. It wasn't my intent to copy "Epic of Caterpillar" but I guess parts of the story stuck in my mind but I promise it differs later. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 500 Power Stones by the weekend = 1 extra chapter 750 Power Stones by the weekend = 2 extra chapters -- Twitter - @equuipwebnovel Discord - equuip#6686 -- paypal.me/AuthorEquuip Money sent will help me hire people to create new covers for my novels -- Novel is mainly inspired by - [Epic of Caterpillar] and [RE: Monster] The picture I used for the cover. Full credit to the artist - https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/49312139

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger) --- What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. ... My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses. I said to her, "Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment." Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I... ========== Translation Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. I am solely responsible for the translation efforts.

Ronaldo: Kai, I thought you were here to assist me. Deng Kai: Initially, I indeed came to assist you. Ronaldo: Then why have I become the king of assists? Deng Kai: Because I've realized that I can Carry better than you! Don't be mad, being the king of assists isn't so bad. Everyone is now saying that you and Xixi are in a league of your own beneath me! Ronaldo: Pah! Messi: Smug face! Kaka: ??? Beckham: Watch my flying boot! Fat Ronaldo: I'll get your family some Golden Throat Lozenges! Ronaldinho: Let’s swing together! Zidane: Take this, my Iron Head Skill! Neymar: So what about us younger ones? Deng Kai: We're all kings of the ball, no need to be formal! Keep the music playing on the green field, keep dancing!

The Heavenly Dao exists. It decides what is right and what is wrong. To act against it is to sin, to act according to it is to be blessed by its graces. The world of cultivation is difficult, an unchanging principle. Yet there are those who are cherished by the Heavens, cuddled into rising above all and everyone else. How can this be? Why must this be? What is moral and just? What is evil and immoral?! WHY DOES IT GET TO DECIDE?! So we, the Sinners, we act against the Heavenly Daos, grasp our own fates in hopes of truly overturning them. This is a Journey of a young boy born Blessed, but turned Sinner. The greatest sinner of them all. ----- As some of you may know, I'm also the Author of Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies! This is my second project, and one I'm incredibly passionate about! I hope you all enjoy following the adventures of Wei Wuyin! And I hope that I can bring a fresh experience to you all. ---- Follow for Updates: https://twitter.com/KevinAscending Here's Discord if you just want to chat or meet some like-minded individuals! https://discord.gg/kevinascending If you want to support my novel, to increase the ratio of releases, or to receive monthly bonus releases! You can support here: https://www.patreon.com/KevinAscending https://ko-fi.com/kevinascending paypal.me/KevinJpl Or @Kevinjpl Any and all support goes to supporting me and my right to write!

She was told that she was cursed. Perhaps she didn't need to be told. It was as clear as day. The only thing she wanted was MONEY. And she would do anything to get it. Even if it meant assuming the identity of her twin sister to change her fate. For one year. She didn't mind being a fake for one year and marrying the Wildfire Heir. He would barely be around, she had been told. 'He doesn't seem like much trouble,' she had also been told. 'The third son, on the other hand, is crazy. Stay away from him.' 'As for the second son... avoid him at all costs.' 'Do not cross his path.' But she did. She crossed his path. In fact, she went right into his path herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the groom was changed at the last minute. To the Second Son! He was as hot as he was cold. A terrifyingly sexy man who looked like the man she always saw in her dreams. Was this all merely a coincidence? But that wasn't all. She hadn't expected pretending to be her sister to be this tough. First of all, she missed a very important detail: her sister was a Lawyer. She, on the other hand, was only familiar with "You have the right to remain silent..." Secondly, her sister was picky. She was vegetarian. She didn't drink. And... she was bullied? And just maybe... there was more to her sudden disappearance. Her life was about to get much more complicated. Especially with those piercing blue eyes watching her every move like a predator on a mission. One year. Was the benefit worth it—worth putting her life on the line to deceive the Wildfires? She might die before the One Year was over. **** The longer she stood there, the more her anxiety clawed at her insides. Part of her hoped he wouldn't show up at all. Maybe he'd decided to call it off. Maybe she could walk away from this whole ordeal. But no. If he didn't come, everything would be pointless. She would lose it all and return to wallow in the North. Her thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the large doors at the back of the room swinging open. All eyes turned. And for a moment, time seemed to stand still. A young man entered. He was tall, strikingly good-looking, but he exuded an aura that screamed danger—a man who might shoot someone just for daring to look at him wrong. And she wasn't exaggerating. He held a massive gun in his hand, pointed downward as he strode into the room like he owned the place. Alice instinctively took a step back, her breath catching. He didn't look familiar. What was going on? Was this a wedding or the start of a fight? Had he come to kill someone here... or worse, her? Had they figured out she was an imposter? But before she could spiral further, someone else entered the room, his movements slow, deliberate. Smoke briefly obscured his face as he exhaled his last puff and handed a vape to the armed man beside him. Hades. Alice had expected him to show up eventually. What she hadn't expected was the overwhelming wave of anxiety that crashed over her the moment she saw him. Her chest tightened, and her heart pounded so hard she thought it might explode. The room had fallen completely silent. Almost everyone was staring, wide-eyed, no longer whispering. Their shock was evident. Like they hadn't expected him to be there even though it was supposed to be his brother's wedding. Hades' gaze locked on hers. His dark, intense eyes bore into her. Why was his older brother— her groom—not here yet? Hades sudden presence had spiked her anxiety. She wanted to run away. Except... Hades began to walk towards her. "Welcome to the wedding ceremony of Hades and Aurora." *** Pleaseeee add to your library. A bit of dark and fluffy romance. 18+ Comedic. And makes you sit in the edge as Alice tries her best to never get caught (quite futile, I must say) See you in the comment section!

Kari transmigrated into a novel where she became a canon folder Kari Ange at that time when her fiance Aaron smith(male lead) tried to break up with her because of her viciousness..but she is not the actual girl who is in love with male lead. if he wants to separate then go on, she will live her life in full swing becuz she has lots of money in her hands, which was the most important things she doesn't have in her privious life. But the villain Augustine has an eye for her because she is the only medicine who can cure his curse.. will Kari live her life in full swing or will it be blown away because of Augustine.

Don Victor, the notorious Underworld Boss, known by his alias SKULL, is a figure whose true name and face remain a mystery to all except his inner circle. To the world, SKULL is a terrifying legend whose very name sends chills down spines. No one dares to challenge him, as he has ruthlessly eliminated anyone who tried, leaving only whispers of his terror behind. Those who managed to survive did so by fading into the shadows, too afraid to even think of revenge. The fear he instills is unmatched, and his power over the underworld is absolute. Yet, behind the ruthless exterior, Don Victor has one weakness: his obsession with movies, particularly the works of his favorite director, Tames Kamron. He watches his films on repeat, each time getting lost in the emotions, the betrayals, and the action—sometimes even firing a gun when the tension peaks. His love for cinema borders on the obsessive, with his emotions swinging from tears to rage at the flick of a switch. "Boss... Director Tames Kamron is retiring." "What? No... I can't accept this. I'll kidnap him and make him make films for me!" But fate had a different plan. Bang... And just like that, the mighty underworld boss met his end. But the story doesn't end there. Don Victor opens his eyes in another world, with his life hanging by a thread. [Make a movie in one year, or your life is over.] Now, in a strange new world, Don Victor must face a new set of challenges, where the stakes are higher than ever before. Will he overcome this new challenge or will his reign as SKULL truly come to an end?

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS

Agent Cullen Fletcher lives for his job at the FBI, and he’s more than ready for his next assignment—raiding a cult compound and putting their leader behind bars. But he isn’t prepared for Savannah and her knock you on your ass good looks. At nineteen, she’s too old for foster care and too damaged to live on her own. With nowhere else to go and against his better judgment Cullen takes her in. But helping her out won’t be easy. He comforts her through screaming nightmares and escaping the lingering fears of her past, but that’s the easy part. Her preference to sleep cuddled up next to his warm body, and her desire to please him in every way makes her harder and harder to resist.

The Apocalypse is in full swing. Defiled - powerful creatures corrupted by the Great Collision - prowled the lands in search of prey. Unfortunately for them, the human race had long since retreated behind the secure walls of the Sanctuary of Everlast. During one of his regular excursions outside the Sanctuary, Alden is separated from Celeste. - his childhood friend and crush. In that moment, he came to regret never summoning the courage to confess. Somehow managing to survive thanks to some trickery, Alden awakens as a mage. Instead of receiving a normal power, he gains the ability to decay. What's more, during his ascension, he received a vision from his future self advising him not to trust the Asterons - celestial beings who had saved his race from inescapable doom. Normally... such a revelation wouldn’t faze Alden. However, there was only one major problem with the declaration, though. Celeste was bound with an Asteron. And not just any normal Asteron... She had made a pact with one of the Divine Sovereigns. ________ Cover is not mine. I found it on Pinterest. Link to discord server: https://discord.gg/VPEtsc4c

WARNING: This book is straightly for 18+ Also whoever choosed to read this, this book contains lot of slut & sex and BDSM. Also this book is also for fun purpose & stands fictional, and totally respects the fact that touching someone requires consent. It also doesn't disrespect any community or individual. Summary: Hey! I'm Erica Madden, as soon as I turned 18teen I ran from home to a country with no familiarity or relation but that's where I met my boss Mr Ezel Evans who payed me alot to be his personal sectary, who would have stayed with him 24/7. Things took a wild turn when started praising my big ass and big boobs and even asking him to cuddle him on top of that his younger brother had eyes on me with definitely some dirty intentions. The craziest part was Mr Ezel rival wanted to wife me up and make me pregnant to teach Ezel a big lesson. Do you think a 18 teen girl who left her country all alone will be able to survive in the world of man's greed and lust? Comment down your opinions.

Life becomes a ball of confusion for Ji Hye Rin, a 27 year old Jobless woman who finds herself inside a popular novel called And So It Begun. Everything would be easy for her except for the fact that she hasn't read the novel or watched the drama adaptation. Join Hye Rin, who has now taken the Identity of Lady Vivian Diane Sullivan, the child of a mistress, and let's see how she'll find friendship, love and betrayal in unexpected places. . . . . . SNEAK PEEK "The traitor's father and all the men for 2 previous generations are to be beheaded in 3 days while the women in the family will be turned into government slaves." "This is the king's order and it should not be defied by anyone." The butler leaves the podium and the people start cheering. "Why are they smiling?" "Mother is going to die, why are you all laughing!" The people around me pays no attention as they cheered for a man with a large sword swinging it around Mother's head. In a blink of an eye, I feel something splash on my face. Her head is on the floor looking at me with tears rolling down her eyes. . . . . . Genres: Transmigration, Romance, Suspense, Mystery Sub-Genres: Revenge, Action, Comedy . . . Hope you have a nice time reading!!!

Mischievous, Luna, the princess from a faraway planet, suddenly finds herself lost and physically bound to the Earth after a war, which leaves her badly hurt and shatters her teleportation stone. In an earth hospital, the beautiful princess wakes to find herself transformed into an angelic beauty. Determined to put together the pieces of the emerald stone with which to return to her realm, Luna proposes to charm her way through Earth's dynamics, maneuver the powers, and slowly build an opposition of enemies. But, fortune swings when a young, honorable army officer enters her life. As love blooms in most unexpected places, she must hide her identity, suppress her emerging feelings, and continue her mission of saving her planet. With everything on the line, will Luna be able to regain her destiny, or will she end up losing her heart—and herself—in the process?

she was born for convenience not love princess Abbigal. she was ready to be sold to the worst person who bid the right price at the right time for the sake of the royal family. she lived without hope or expectations so she will never come to feel disappointment. if she were to describe her life she will say that it is the life of a bird in a bird's cage. he was born as the first prince of his kingdom showered with burdens and expectations enviy since birth instead of love. he lived with his guard always up the only thing he favoured was the sword and if becoming the next king would allow him to swing his sword it was a small price to pay he didn't care if he was called a blood thirsty demon. what will happen if those two were involved in an arranged marriage. will what they thought to be unrealistic bloom between them. if you want to find out read the story of princess Abbigal and crown prince Issa.

Synopsis: In a world ravaged by an apocalyptic disaster, humanity struggles to survive amidst chaos. Our male protagonist, Alex Carter, an ordinary man with a knack for technology, finds himself thrust into a role he never imagined. When he stumbles upon an ancient artifact, he activates a mysterious system that grants him the ability to build and manage the most technologically advanced base the world has ever seen. During one of his expeditions, Alex saves a delicate and mischievous Incubus named Cassian, who is more interested in fashion and gossip than traditional demon duties. Grateful and with no other options, Cassian signs a binding contract with Alex, becoming his devoted (and often sassy) companion. To Alex's surprise, Cassian reveals a rare ability: the power to give birth. Together, they navigate the chaotic world, gathering survivors, building a futuristic haven, and dealing with Cassian's quirky antics and occasional mood swings. With humor and unexpected twists, Alex and Cassian form an unconventional partnership, proving that even in the bleakest times, laughter, love, and technology can light the way.

Death wanted her, a swing blade fell to claim her head. She was saved and Muninn now walks the world as something far more—something born from the will of the Forest Father, the True Immortal who first gave life to her race. Severed from death by his mysterious grace, her broken body was remade, transformed into a vessel for his power and purpose. No longer bound by the frailty of her former self, she is thrust into a mission that will reshape the fate of the worlds. Guided by the whispers of the Forest Father, Muninn sets forth, unaware of the storm of events she is about to set in motion. In a world where the line between life and death is blurred, and the divine hides behind a veil of secrecy, Muninn must navigate the perilous journey ahead—before the truths she holds destroy them all.

"Alison's senses had been piqued, and she'd got back into the swing of the dance between intuition and analysis that was not just her job, but an essential part of herself. Now, sitting here, travelling across the snowfields of Antarctica she could sense the undercurrents of various factions, like the great glaciers below her, sweeping together to a pinch point. There was something of cordite in the air too, an explosive mix of personalities who all held firmly to their conflicting goals. She realised she was near to the epicentre of this..." In a technologically fragile world, damaged by solar flares decades ago, Alison Strang is a flawed Special Stranger. Trained in a UN funded programme, she failed to finish due to an accident. She finds herself negotiating on behalf of the Antarctic Free State between their native miners and Global Mining part of the mega-corporation Global when she goes missing. Her state protection agent, Glenn Murcheson vows to find her and find out why, always suspecting the murky hand of his estranged grandfather, Senator Gordon Murcheson. Together Glenn and Alison find out what her flaw really is, and it changes the political landscape of the world forever.

" Turns out they were real all along... " A half blooded girl named Allyson Bluestone stumbled upon the secrets that the world chose to abandon. Revealing a whole new perspective at how she sees the world now. Upon her journey by joining an organization called " Dixinian Corps ".... prioritizing to prevent casualties caused by creatures called "Specia" who walks among the humans. She and her friends struggles through dispersion of problems as the pendulum of fate is still swinging. ---------------------------------------------

“I am sorry child but you are talentless.” The voice of the blond-haired messenger rang through Ivar’s mind. Ivar's mind on the other hand was in shambles. Why was this happening to him? Wasn't he supposed to be a talented prodigy who could cut mountains with a swing of his sword? Wasn't he destined for greatness? What did he lack? He was smart, handsome, tall, and even kind! Was he supposed to die like his friend? Is that what they decided for him?

Takeshi glancing at the boys, determined "Stay close to me. I won’t let them take you." He tightens his grip on his weapon, every muscle in his body tensed and ready for the battle. Shauwa charges at Takeshi with a roar, his weapon swinging wildly. Takeshi meets him head-on, their weapons clashing with a loud, metallic sound. The boys watch in fear, huddling close to each other. Shauwa grinning wildly as he swings his weapon "Is this all you’ve got, Takeshi? I thought you were supposed to be strong!" He laughs, trying to taunt Takeshi into making a mistake. Takeshi focused, voice steady "You’re underestimating me, shauwa .That’s your first mistake." He counters Shauwa's attack with precision, his movements fluid and controlled. Meanwhile, Azdal watches the battle with a cold, calculating gaze. His eyes flicker between Takeshi and the boys, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Azdal in thought, planning "Takeshi is strong… but even he can protect the boys and fight at the same time. All I need is one opening…" Shauwa relentless attacks start to wear on Takeshi, but Takeshi remains focused. Suddenly, Azdal sees his chance—Takeshi’s attention momentarily shifts to the boys. Azdal seizing the moment, rushing towards the boys "Now’s my chance!" He lunges towards the boys, his weapon

A strong hum of energy and excitement could be felt. A festive celebration was held once every ten years called KIA in memory of their goddess, who was given the ultimate power, which was used in protecting and fighting for her people in her prime On this day, Necromancers were forbidden to use their powers for even the slightest of things. Everything was to be done manually without the consequence of going against it, which was a painful death. People were talking, flirting, kissing, and dancing to the Hospiko spilling out from the violoncello, harp, and lyre. The synergies made the tone expertly, and the athletes produced sweet melodies by performing on the aulos. The KIA was a gathering that consisted of loads of food which was packed at respective places, Ninos were running around and the teenagers were busy eyeballing one another Visitors get cornered by the papou, who welcomes them by presenting the person with a strip of cotton called "Hida.” They treated the visitors with complete kindness, respect, and generosity. Hog roast grilling and cooking were slowly done under the moonlight of the midnight moon Suddenly, the galloping and whining of horses could be heard, and dust rose from the surface, disrupting the joyous celebration. The chariot of horses( Triga and Quadriga) was driven by the charioteers and swordsmen in armor, who were on the horses while holding their swords high above their head The moon reflected through the swords, and shiny shadows glittered on the ground. Swinging and hitting of swords sounded in the once joyous and serene atmosphere “Protect the land of our birth.” Someone shouted in the large crowd The firing of poisonous arrows sent his victims to a slow death. The smell of burning grass huts, slitting of throats with the aid of their swords, axes, and other killing weapons CRises of children and shouts of women who were trying to protect and hide their children could be heard shouts of men and youth defending their territory from the sudden turns of events and unprepared war shook the earth; blood split everywhere and flowed like a river “KYLIA Run! RUN!! RUN!!! And don't turn back and never let them get to you!” Leah shouted, trying to push her daughter away as she fought with one of the men but her daughter kept holding onto her as she also tried to help her mother

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria. With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army. Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing. As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared. “You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!" The figure smirked. "Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight." With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole. -- After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine. Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place. A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves. A world where politics run amok. A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade. Could he even survive in such a brutal world? Core Bloodline Acquired— Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown) Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits. If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.

Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it "Fuck just leave me alone!!!" Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder. "Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!! The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. "Honey, I'm saving your life~" "I had it under control. Now, let me go!" Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. "Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~" Jian rue froze. "W-why are you following me! why me.." Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, "Because you are my betrothed,"

it's a cute Indian romantic love story. Ananya is a sweet, shy and introvert and didn't have many friends. she likes to stay alone in her own world. Devyansh is very angry type of a person. He has anger issues. But when he first time sees her. It was love at first site. Let's see how they get married and how she handle him and his mood swings. It's my first time writing a story so if you think it's not good you can tell me and give me some suggestions.

In a world veiled by clouds of mystery and darkness, there existed an ancient sword, devoid of engravings or symbols. Its edge was sharp as knives, and its power was as deadly as a raging storm. It was said that the sword was a tool of destruction, controlling those who wielded it. Yet, what no one knew was that the sword harbored a dark power beyond human comprehension. The sword passed through countless hands over centuries—from one warrior to another, from one killer to the next. Each person who possessed it left behind a trail of blood and death. With every swing, the sword brought chaos and ruin. But it was not just a weapon of death; it carried a dark soul, an unseen spirit lurking deep within its blade. Then came a day that changed everything. A dark entity, unlike any creature known before, entered the sword's world to alter its fate. This being decided to merge the sword with the body of a boy named Yuri, an ordinary boy unaware of the power about to take hold of him. When the sword entered Yuri’s body, strange transformations began. Yuri was no longer just a boy; the sword became a part of him. And the sword, no longer a mere piece of metal, unleashed its deadly spirit to take control of Yuri's body. The sword's power filled his being, while Yuri's soul began to fade into the depths, gradually becoming nothing more than a faint whisper. The more Yuri tried to resist, the stronger the sword became. It dictated every movement, every step, every breath. Yuri fought against the sword's control, but its power was too overwhelming. Over time, Yuri's spirit dwindled until it was barely noticeable, leaving behind a fragile trace. No one knew the true secret of this sword. It remained entirely unknown, and the boy's body it inhabited became shrouded in mystery. The sword had a will of its own and an immense, limitless power. The dark entity, the only one aware of the sword's secret, could not predict what would unfold after the transformation. As time passed, the sword began to undergo yet another change. Yuri continued his struggle, but the sword's power was indomitable. In rare moments when Yuri’s consciousness surfaced, he tried to rebel against the sword. But the sword itself was now embroiled in an internal conflict—between its own dark force and Yuri’s desperate fight to reclaim himself. In the end, the sword became a dark power enveloping the boy’s spirit, yet it also turned into something extraordinary in this world. Those moments of internal struggle would ultimately determine their fate—and the fate of the entire world.

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag. If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two. My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right? Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year. After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them. When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone. ……………………………..✍️ A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him. “Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking. “This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies. Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows. “You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing. “And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks. The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows. Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.” Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?” Seth smiles grimly. “We’ll see.” With a swift gesture, Seth unleashes a wave of dark energy. Steve counters with his sword, channeling a burst of light energy. The two forces collide, unleashing a shockwave that shakes the ground. Their battle rages on, neither warrior yielding. …………………………….. ✍️ Welcome back. This story isn’t about them; it’s about me. You’ll meet them soon enough. So, do I have your attention? Good! Isn’t this a story you want to see to the end? Let’s begin. Oh, and this story’s called Shadow.

The story of a men accompanied by the last survivors of human kind, fighting battles until their last breaths. As time passes, only he remains able to keep swinging his sword. Why keep fighting, if there is nothing more to protect? Why keep struggling, if there is no more hope? But he still chose to swing his fists and slash with his sword, and at the very end...