Barty Crouch Jr Wand

(warning:r18+ and strong mature content) 'Seduction is our craft; Manipulation is our craft ' Shante Jarret;a lady that was raped at the age of five by the same set of gangsters that killed her parents walked into a place to sought refuge not knowing it was an underground deadly club society. At first she was scared and thought she won't be able to make it but here she is the leader of the fraternity,they consists of mostly girls and the few men in the club are the trainers and the people bringing in new people,that is, recruiters. What's their job? They are to 'Hunt','Seduce','Manipulate','Play' and 'Take Down'. Missions are always given to the girls especially the experienced and capable ones;the particular and specific targets are the men they need to take down within 3 days. The first and deadly rule of the club is that you must not fall in love especially on the target else it's death and they also have to take the target down within 3 days otherwise you sought death. Shante's job is just to lecture the girls, brief them on the plans,give them steps and strategy on how to achieve the goal and give necessary punishments. Suddenly she received a mission from the big bosses that she must handle herself and was given a time limit of just one month;31 days. Target - Madden Banks,an introverted billionaire that has been shaking the stock market in recent times.A sadist,a cold jerk,a narrow minded person, youngest CEO ever lived. No much Intel on him and Shante was very confident that she didn't need 2 days to take him down. ************* Excerpt "Hi, I'm Te" Shante said coquettishly, licking her lips softly.Her hands were stretched forward, wanting an handshake Madden looked at her with crouched eyebrows "Te,as in Tea?" Shante felt angry immediately, scoffing inwardly but she still kept her seductive demeanor "No,as in Teeeeee..." she stretched "Shorten for Shante" she added. "Madden." He said curtly before fixing his gaze back on his little sister "I'll be going now." Tyra was about to question him but Shante beat her to it "I thought you were going to take us out?" Madden ignored her directly and rubbed his sister's head "Later sis".He winked at his sister and left "What the f..." Shante scoffed in anger,that bloody bastard, it's not his fault,not his fau... === "Maddd..." Shante yelled angrily as she matched towards his glistening study,she opened it abruptly,her eyes running red due to rage. Madden sat down calmly, sipping coffee from his coffee cup elegantly, signing some documents on his desk. "...are you fucking running mad?" She hollered."How dare you replace my project with baby shark dudu." She fumed,her chest rising up and rising down,anger surging within her. Madden looked at her and smiled."Leave my personal space,get the fuck outta my house and I'll won't be able to irritate you again." He spoke nonchalantly, having a slight smirk. Shante scoffed and slammed her palms on his desk, narrowing her eyes while bringing her face down to meet his'. "Well,you can as well bring it on,cause I am not going to leave even if this place is burning down to ashes..." *********** Did she overestimate herself or underestimate him? Will she end up achieving her goal? Will she end up being preyed instead of being the predator? What of if she breaks the first and deadly rule? You want an answer to all these questions,then don't miss out this book, don't miss out the fun so you won't be in regret *wink*

"Can you shift?" His voice was notably softer. I was grateful for it. As best as I could, I shook my head. The lingering dizziness rang through my head again. With another step forward, I let out my millionth whimper of the day. Goddess, I was like a boring yet concerning recording. From my personal experience, anytime someone with more power than you steps towards you, you should run. You should run far, far away as fast as you can. Chances were, they're going to hurt you. They're going to beat the shit out of you and that's honestly the best you should hope for. He stopped his movements, seeming to give me the time I so desperately need. He sighs. I'm probably annoying him. There was less than five feet between us now. He took another cautious step. I bit my cheek as best I could. "It's okay, little one." He took the final step towards me before crouching down. Even crouched down, I still felt so tiny in his presence; especially while I was in my wolf form. He reached his hand out towards me agonizingly slowly. I begged my fears to go away, putting my head down. Maybe if I can't see him, I won't be too scared. I could feel his hand hovering over me, a static-like feeling I'd never felt before letting me know. Finally, his hand touched my back. The static exploded into tingles. I jumped a little at first, the unknown worrying me. But. . . It feels so good. I'd never experienced this before but I never want it to stop. I relax under his touch. He picked up my small form and held me close, the tingles expanding. There was pain as he picked me up but the tingles were distracting me a good amount. "What's happened to you, little one?"

Jeremiah Hayes was a football prodigy, debuting for Manchester United at fifteen and becoming their youngest goalscorer. By twenty-four, he was a household name. But one reckless tackle ended everything, leaving him with a shattered knee and a career cut short. Years later, hope was reborn in his son, Jerry. At fifteen, Jerry was everything Jeremiah had been—quick, sharp, and destined for greatness... unfortunately just not as good. Playing for a grassroots academy, Jerry Jr was about to compete in a local tournament, his first real chance to prove himself, and just before it started, that was when he heard it... a single bell chime. [Ding!] This book is a work of fiction. While it includes the names of actual football clubs, footballers, and locations, these elements are used purely for fictional purposes. Any resemblance to real events, matches, or individuals' actions is entirely coincidental. It is not the intent of this book or its author to breach any form of copyright, trademark, or intellectual property agreements associated with the mentioned clubs, players, or organizations. All rights remain with their respective owners.

After arriving in Japan, I became a high school student named Kamiyagawa. Looking around— Hanako crouched in the bathroom, waiting for someone to knock on the door; the Split-Mouth Woman wandered the streets with scissors in hand; Miss Mary's deathly calls echoed incessantly; the wails and barks in Inunaki Village never ceased; the Ubume searched for her long-dead child; the Aoandon smiled, enticing passersby to play with the lanterns of a hundred demons… In a crumbling world rampant with sinister tales and malevolent spirits, Kamiyagawa set a small goal for himself: "Defeat all the demons and monsters, and become the supreme ruler of ghosts and deities."

Der neue Roman "Zittert, ihr großen Wesen des Universums" wird derzeit als Fortsetzungsroman veröffentlicht~ Über Nacht verwandelte sich eine schöne kulinarische Göttin in den verachteten Little Disaster Star Ein heruntergekommenes Haus mit drei Zimmern, einem behinderten Vater, einer schwachen Mutter und zwei mageren jüngeren Schwestern, um die man sich kümmern muss Was?! Ihre Mutter hat drei Töchter zur Welt gebracht, nur weil sie ihren Brüdern das Leben schwer gemacht hat? Ihr Vater ist vom Dach gefallen und seit einem halben Jahr bettlägerig, nur weil sie in der Nähe mit Schlamm gespielt hat? Sie ruft einmal ihre Großeltern an, und sofort wird der eine krank und der andere hat einen Unfall; sogar die geliebten Söhne der Familie ihres Onkels verschlucken sich an ihrem Essen, weil sie an diesem Tag Geburtstag hat Huch! Der Onkel mag es tolerieren, aber die Tante nicht! Wenn ich meine Macht nicht zeige, werden sie mich dann alle wie Garfield, die Katze, behandeln?! Sie glauben, sie können mich für fünf Tael Silber an einen kranken Schwächling verkaufen, um Glück zu haben? Gut, da ich der kleine Katastrophenstar bin, verwandeln wir dein Haus in ein Katastrophengebiet! Sie wollen ihre Schwester als Sklavin oder Magd in einen wohlhabenden Haushalt verkaufen? Sie schreit, schnappt sich ein Beil, bekämpft die Dämonen, denen sie begegnet, und erschlägt die Geister, denen sie begegnet. Von da an verbreitet sich ihr Ruf als wilde Spitzmaus im ganzen Dorf So sei es, wenn ich wild bin. Um meiner Liebsten willen werde ich gerne die wilde Küchenfee. Mit meinen hervorragenden Kochkünsten eröffne ich ein Restaurant, werde Spitzenköchin, entwickle neue Rezepte, erobere die Herzen der Feinschmecker und finde sogar neue Wege, um ein großes Vermögen zu machen und meiner ganzen Familie zu Wohlstand und einem besseren Lebensstandard zu verhelfen! Den schamlosen Verwandten, die sich das Gesicht lecken und zurückkommen, um die Verwandtschaft zu erkennen, schenkt sie ein süßes Lächeln und winkt ihnen zum Abschied: Ich wünsche Ihnen eine gute Reise. Das Entlassungspapier hängt bereits gerahmt an der Wand! Was die Männer betrifft, so weiß sogar meine kleine Schwester: Gut aussehen macht nicht satt. Ein Mann, der Geld verdient, seine Frau verwöhnt und die drei Gehorsamkeiten und vier Tugenden befolgt, ist ein erstklassiger Schwager. Seriöse Aussage: Dieser Artikel ist rein fiktiv. Bitte ahmen Sie keine Handlungen, Verhaltensweisen, Handlungen usw. nach. Schätzen Sie Ihr Leben und leben Sie gut~

Feel the terror of becoming prey. Witness how easily we turn into predators. ––– “P-Please! Please spare me!” The man was trembling, eyes wide and full of terror, his voice barely more than a strangled whisper. Blood dripped from Luka’s hands, pooling at his feet, but none of it was his. Not a scratch marked his skin—only the crimson stains of the lives he had already taken. He crouched low, bringing himself face-to-face with the man. “I’ll make it quick.” The man sobbed harder at this statement, his hands clenching uselessly at the dirt beneath him as if begging the ground itself for mercy. Luka didn’t flinch. He didn’t waver. Mercy wasn’t part of the game. Behind him, shadows twisted unnaturally, whispering promises of power, of more blood to spill. They clung to him like old friends, feeding on his resolve, urging him forward. He didn’t need their encouragement—this was what he had become. A knight once sworn to protect. A man once burdened by weakness. But here, in this world where survival ruled and hesitation meant death, Luka was something else entirely. _____ Please do give the first chapter a read before deciding if it's worth your time or not ;)

In a world on the brink of chaos, a young man aspires to become the god, the protector of his planet. Despite his lack of skills, he trains relentlessly under his master while his friends rise as warriors. When Shan accidentally opens the Gate of Dark, a vengeful Dark Devil emerges, destroying their planet's peace and killing the reigning Celestial King. Now, the young man must overcome his weaknesses, rise as the new Celestial King, and face the ultimate battle to save his world from destruction.

Moe, a recent graduate from a prestigious university, is on the hunt for a job when fate takes an unexpected turn. After acing a crucial interview, he finds himself in a life-altering accident that transmigrated him into a Fantasy world. After transmigration, instead of gaining extraordinary powers, he awakens in the body of Arthur Jr., an incompetent king ruling over the small kingdom of Keldoria. In a realm where magic is commonplace, Arthur Jr. is unable to wield any magical abilities, leaving him at a significant disadvantage. However, armed with the authority of a king and the knowledge of modern society he will transform the small kingdom of Keldoria into a advance nation where technology and magic coexist. What is the key factor in building a great nation? --Its money. To obtain more gold, Moe, currently King Arthur need to create a new tax-system that benefit all the citizen while also maintain good relationship with noble even if the new tax system make them pay more tax. How will Arthur implement the rule and tax? When will he put his business and engineering degrees, which he studied back on Earth, to use? Find Out :) -----Disclaimer------- This is a slow-progression kingdom building story. The pacing may be a bit slow to reader but I will make sure that every chapters are amazing. Thus readers who like fast pace and very OP MC from start might dislike this novel. Reader can expect more macro economics than micro economics since this is building a kingdom/country instead of running a business. Also, MC will not have OP skill or ability but will balance it by making use of his knowledge and authority as a king. It is my first time ever to write a novel so to be honest, I use AI(GPT and Blackbox.io) to enhanced/rewrite my writing. However the idea, world building, concept and everything else is written by me and me alone. So reader who enjoy 100% Human work I am sorry to disappoint you, however I don't use AI by giving it idea prompt and copy pasting the result but I write on my own then I use AI to enhance my writing style and making it more enjoyable to read. Thus the writing may involved AI but it is 100% human idea and concept. Hope you enjoy!!!!

Zhang Lu was a bored civil servant who decided to ditch his job to find a more exciting and brighter future. Hiding behind a mountainous pile of tedious paperwork he was scrolling the internet for some entertainment. Crouching down reading on the dark web, an ad made his soul come alive. He suddenly had a light in his lifeless eyes. Bold! I like it....looking for assassin trainees! Without hesitation he enthusiastically put in a fake resume. Unfortunately, his first assignment didn't go well...not at all! On his 29th birthday he was killed in an unsightly manner. The upside? Zhang Lu transmigrated into the body of a truly gifted ...but extremely shameless assassin in an ancient world

The fragile order struggles in chaos, and the arrogant empire brings back the disasters of the past. The soul that does not belong to this era opens its eyes again: castles, towers, desire and killing, war and magic, mysterious cards awaken the power of the past, and the destined doomsday slowly approaches...

Edward's touch was gentle yet electrifying as he drew Seutsui closer, his lips seeking hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. As their mouths met in a fervent kiss, a rush of heat surged between them. With a tender caress, Edward's tongue traced the curve of Seutsui's lips, seeking entrance to the depths of her being. As she parted her lips in silent invitation, he delved inside, their tongues entwining with desire.  *** He crouched down to my height and sighed. " Listen here, muffin," he began, his tone gentle yet firm "I wish I could tell you, but I think it's better if we wait for Saitous. So now, be a good girl and stop worrying so much, okay?" There was no room for Argument yet his voice... I didn't feel the reliance I always felt when he talked. He gently patted my hair and walked towards his room. This is worrying me more and more... "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" A lost princess unravels her hidden truth, setting forth on a courageous journey to reclaim her birthright. "Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers" chronicles the tale of hushed longings echoing through the challenging path she forges. With a delicate yet determined spirit, the princess stands resolute in fighting for her and her people. Amidst the thorns, the only confidant she had and wanted yet struggled to keep was a possessive and potent man whose love was clouded by warmth just for her. Why should she struggle? Who would dare to touch her with him beside her? Who would dare to take her from him? As she grapples with her own conflicted emotions will she be able to survive two people? One in whom she finds her solace and where she planted her love and one who claims her as his yet dare to be so cruel to her. Can she navigate the treacherous path to her rights while finding warmth in the most unexpected places? Content Warning: Attention Readers: This is a work of fiction intended to transport you to another dimension of storytelling. However, it may ventures into dark romance, exploring themes such as abuse, graphic fantasies, captivity, violence, and non-consensual acts. Please be aware that these themes are depicted in a graphic manner. Characters and incidents in this book are purely products of the author's imagination and are works of fiction. While sweet romance is also present, it's imperative not to disregard this warning. If you find certain content distressing or triggering, take the necessary steps to prioritize your mental well-being. Your emotional health is paramount, and it's perfectly acceptable to opt out of reading if you feel uncomfortable. Thank you for your understanding and consideration.

The forest was quiet, and everything was still. The gentle northern wind sweeping through the trees and dried leaves brought nothing but a sense of foreboding and despair as Raphael crawled into his cave and huddled against the dirt stained walls. Stifling the moan of anguish that escaped his mouth, he pressed hard on the cut below his ribs. The blood stopped flowing briefly, as he dug some sticky clay from underneath the roots of the oak tree and applied it to his injury. It stopped the blood flow instantly. He was aware of the giant slash across his back, but he was too exhausted to attend to it. 'Later' he thought to himself, leaning back as he shut his eyes. He was lucky to have escaped with his life. "They will pay for this. I will get my revenge soon enough," he muttered to himself as the owl perched on the branch of the oak tree above hooted ominously. He had become his neighbour for the past few weeks, his hooting always reminding him that he may not be the only living thing in the forest. Other days, the silence was impregnable, the eerie quiet sending chills down his spine. As he slowly started to slip into unconsciousness, he heard a dull thud on the dirt outside the cave, too faint for a normal person to hear. But Raphael was no ordinary person. Crouching behind the roots of the tree, he waited patiently as the sniffing began. He made a silent prayer, to no one in particular as he saw the red eyes right outside his cave. They locked eyes with each other, and the enormous wolf bared his canines at him, before howling into the night. All around the forest, several other howls answered, as the earth began to tremble under the numerous paws thundering above it. 'Here we go again,' he thought to himself.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

What the hell is this place?" The words escaped Leon's lips, but the sound of his voice—high-pitched and melodic—stopped him in his tracks. He blinked, looking down, and immediately froze. What... in the actual... hell? He was no longer himself. His once lean, athletic frame had been replaced by soft curves wrapped in a tight, scandalous red dress. His hands—delicate and manicured—trembled as they hovered in front of his face. Panic surged through him as his mind raced. "This... this isn't my body!" he exclaimed, clutching at the unfamiliar contours of his figure. The sound of his own voice—now distinctly feminine—sent another jolt of shock through him. Before he could process the impossibility of the situation, a guttural growl echoed behind him. Spinning around on unfamiliar high heels, he spotted a massive black jaguar stalking toward him. Its golden eyes locked onto him with a predatory gleam. Leon didn’t have time to think. Instinct took over as he yanked off the impossible heels and sprinted barefoot into the dense jungle. The ground was rough beneath his soft, uncalloused feet, and the dress clung uncomfortably to his body, restricting his movements. "I was just in class!" he muttered between gasps, weaving through the trees. "How did I end up here? And why the hell am I a woman?" Branches scraped against his exposed skin, adding to his growing sense of vulnerability. He had always been a confident, athletic guy in the real world—a star on the soccer field, the kind of person who could handle himself in any situation. But this? This was an entirely new kind of nightmare. As he pushed forward, his balance faltered. The foreign body he inhabited didn’t move the way he was used to, and it took all his focus to avoid tripping. "What is going on?" he cried out, frustration mixing with fear. Just as the jaguar’s growl grew louder, a sudden force struck him from the side, sending him tumbling into a cluster of bushes. A sharp "Oof!" escaped his lips as he hit the ground. "Shut up!" hissed a voice, low and urgent. Leon blinked, dazed, and found himself staring up at a man crouched over him. His face was rugged yet undeniably handsome, his sharp eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "Keep quiet if you want to live," the man muttered, glancing toward the direction of the jaguar’s growls. Leon’s breath hitched. Everything about this situation felt surreal—the jaguar, the jungle, the strange man, and most of all, the fact that he was no longer in his own body. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him upright. Leon winced as his newfound feminine frame swayed unsteadily. "Who... who are you?" Leon stammered, his voice trembling. "No time for questions," the man snapped. "If you don’t want to end up as jaguar food, follow me." Leon hesitated, his mind a storm of confusion. This has to be a dream, he thought desperately. But the sharp pain in his feet and the chill of the jungle air on his bare skin told him otherwise. Reluctantly, he followed the man deeper into the jungle, his heart pounding as the growls of the jaguar faded into the distance. His mind, however, was far from calm. How did this happen? Why am I here? And most importantly... how the hell do I get back to my own body?

The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide. She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages. What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason. Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest. Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages? She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home. God Help Her! ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book. "THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE" What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time? What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess. EXCERPT: What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'? Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did. She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.  Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her. She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.  "That was a bad act, my lady." The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Scary. "I will only give you three seconds to get up."  His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart? She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.  THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD! ******* Werewolf (Check) Cursed prince (Check) Transmigration (Check) Comedy (Check) Romance (Double Check) ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY!

His eyes snapped open. Sounds of wildlife were all around him, and they became rowdier as he felt his consciousness returning to his body. His back was propped on something hard and uneven. Reflexively, he sat up. His eyes were immediately scanning his surroundings in a slow motion, seeing only overgrown forest in every direction. His eyebrows raised majestically as he found that he was lying down in the middle of a clearing, vine-laden trees enclosing the space. A sudden premonition struck him. Patting his clothes and pockets, then his whole body, he sighed in relief. Nothing had happened to his body. His limbs were intact, as was his head. The thing he had stored in his pockets was nowhere to be found, but he was in one piece. Considering what he had gone through, it was a miracle that none of those things had eaten him yet. Checking his vicinity one more time and finding no immediate threats, he slowly stood up, eyes vigilant against movement among the trees and their branches that entwined the sky above. The air was full of the sounds of birds. The canopy swayed restlessly over him as those small creatures hopped from one branch to another. He recalled what they were: Anothraxes. They weren’t a threat when they were alone, but once they congregated on a single hunter, they became C-level dangers. He had to stay hidden as he moved if he wanted to avoid the critters. Fortunately the ground was endorsed full with lush undergrowth, some of the plants reaching heights that could hide his body even if he only slightly bent his knees. Deciding what he needed to do, he made to dive into the conevenient natural cover for hunters, when his feet struck something that was hidden under a bush. It made a dull cluttering noise, like metal striking against ground. As he looked at his feet, he saw a familiar handle-like object. It was only one part of an item, and the rest of it was gone. He crouched low to retrieve it but felt slight resistance. Comprehending, he used his free hand to break apart the bramble while the hand holding the broken item tugged on it. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

"What'd you do when you have multiple lives at your expense? " Entering the horror world, Thain charged toward the fiend shouting "Divine Judgement," got instakilled. Six different worlds, same determination, similar vigorous efforts, similar results, he gave up. The seventh time, closing his eyes at the looming fiend, Thain said: "Make it swift, please." Glancing around the struggling others, then looking at Thain lying wide on the floor, the female-shaped fiend crouched down and lifted his chin: "Human, you've caught my attention." "???" To honor "Firefly at middle ruler", I'm writing this to hone my grammar. If there are any similar names or events, they are only coincident, please don't try it at home~ *The art was from a friend of mine, she stopped getting online to concentrate on life, but I do hope she could see I still remember her wherever she is.

In the realm of Luminalia, magic is the lifeblood of society. It powers factories, lights homes, moves carriages, and shields against the forces of evil. At the center of it all are mages, the ones who were born with the gift of wielding magic. Their powers are what shapes society, and their prestige is unmatched. For those who were born without the gift, the only way to rise above is through wealth or ingenuity. Tesric Lestair, a young and brilliant but unconventional inventor, has no magic to speak of. Yet, he has created something extraordinary: electricity, an energy that could rival the effects of magic without the need for a spellcaster. Meanwhile, Arden Solwyn, a young man from the bottom of society, has awakened a powerful and mysterious power within him and dreams of a better future. In order for Tesric to prove his invention’s worth and carve out a name for himself in a world ruled by magic and for Arden to discover the origin and extent of his power, as well as find a better life, they must attend Pinkrose Academy, one of the most prestigious magical institutions in the realm. Alongside a prodigal genius, a humble farmer, a mysterious shadow witch, a battle-hungry warrior, and a royal prince. They navigate the school’s arcane traditions, strange teaching methods, and a dark plot, one that could destroy the entire world of magic itself. Also on Tapas!

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

A martyr is someone that suffers persecution and death for advocating, renouncing, or refusing to renounce or advocate, a belief or cause as demanded by an external party while just like in Schrödinger's cat experiment, a person can also be considered alive and dead at the same time. This was the case for Nolamine's father. A tragedy that fell on him and one that Nolamine would learn about one faithful stormy night after meeting a witch. He is told that the only way to liberate his father is to travel to another world unseen by the human eye and kill his own father so he could go to the after life, something only he could do. Or though he is South Korean, he finds out that he is from somewhere else and that in itself makes him question who he is. Join him as he finds the truth about his family, discovers a new world, fights mystical creatures, beasts, demons, witches, wizards and warriors from this world and the other as he travels between worlds while possessing the ability to wield one of the rarest wands in history, a wand that devourers other wands. Considered weak by all, but holds a secrete of its own. Find out how a boy become 'The Devourer of Worlds'.

[Fantasy Adventure, Sword and Magic, Card Magic, Spirit Summoning, Slow-Paced Story] Fragile order struggles amidst chaos, while an arrogant empire brings forth the calamities of old. A soul not belonging to this era opens its eyes once more: castles, towers, desire, slaughter, war, and magic. Mysterious cards awaken ancient powers, as the fated apocalypse approaches gradually... ------------- Translator's Note: The novel has been translated by CHATGPT, so there may be some errors and oversights in the translation. Also, the original title of the novel is: 骑士与魔杖

Legend of the Blacksmith Ang Panday: The Origin is a Filipino Epic Story that famously characterized and portrayed by Fernando Poe Jr. Tells us the story of Flavio a blacksmith who found the gem of Meteorite that he used to craft a dagger. Because the gem is a source of power the Dagger transforms into any kind of weapon, especially a Sword.

Ruby, a last year highschooler finds herself meeting face-to-face with the author of the Worst Book she had read! The author offers her to change the story line. The female lead, Ravena Hedera, dies painfully. All the people humilated her. Even her love just stood there watching helplessly. No longer withstanding the humiliation and bullying she jumped of the Cliff!! Is the third male-lead her rival will be Ruby's love? How will she be able to exact revenge on behalf of the FL? Ultimate world building in the dark Fantasy setting. I will start from the first step towards the Planet's first strongest woman isekai. I will surpass the heavens taking hell by surprise! . . . . #witch #wand #fantasy #femalelead #thirdmalelead #strong #magic #academy #rival

«Verily, after every difficulty is ease». «I plan, You plan, We all plan but Allah's plan is the best». ~**~ "Yeah, I know. I was your wife before but now I'm my husband's wife. And if you really love me as you said, you will let me go because I've let you go a long time ago. If you really love someone, you will do anything or everything for his or her happiness even if it means you let go" I wrote and mouthed to my husband "let's go". My husband carried me out in bridal styles leaving him who was crouching on the floor crying his bleeding heart out. ~**~ No one is perfect, we make mistakes, we break, we give up, we failed and we succeed. Follow Sophia through the journey of her life with every pains, twists, cries, betrayals, loves, hardship, revenges, heartbreaks emotional rollercoasters. © Adeyemi Mariam (Um_royhan) The cover is not mine, credits to who owns it. Do review and vote Discord : https://discord.gg/qRRxHjg8TX

Stefan, a vibrant young man, is thrust into a world beyond imagination after a sudden and mysterious demise. Awakening in a realm of souls, he discovers his fate is intertwined with a cloaked figure wielding a sinister wand and chanting in an unknown tongue. As Stefan delves deeper into this enigmatic realm, he uncovers a dark conspiracy that threatens both the living and the dead. Haunted by the specter of betrayal and fueled by a thirst for truth, Stefan embarks on a perilous journey to unravel the mysteries of his past and unlock the latent powers hidden within his soul. Along the way, he encounters allies and adversaries alike, each with their own hidden agendas and secrets to uncover. With time running out and the forces of darkness closing in, Stefan must harness his newfound abilities and confront the shadows that threaten to consume him. As the fate of two worlds hangs in the balance, Stefan must navigate a treacherous path of deception, danger, and discovery to reclaim his rightful place in the cosmic tapestry of existence. "A Reborn's Privilege" is a spellbinding tale of adventure, betrayal, and redemption, weaving together elements of mystery, magic, and intrigue into an unforgettable journey through the realms of life, death, and rebirth. Join Stefan as he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth and unlock the true power of a reborn soul. VOLUME 1 - COMPLETED >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Preview of Volume 2: A certain person: Why do you seem familiar? Stefan: That's because we knew each other before. A certain person: [pointing the sword towards Stefan], how dare you disrespect my authority! Stefan: Wait.. Listen to my explanation[dodging to the side] A certain someone: Thee doesn't want to listen to your lies[swinging the sword towards Stefan] Stefan: [Disappeared] Note: The credits to the profile picture belong to the rightful owner!!!