Folding Traduccion

The Emberlight Guild Hall towered above the rest of the district, a modern glass-and-steel structure humming with elemental energy. Inside, everything was alive with movement—hunters reporting missions, elemental arrays flickering, beast cores being catalogued by drones. Screens displayed live feeds from across the city and nearby wild zones. But today, the hall quieted briefly as a rare announcement echoed through the speakers. "Congratulations to Jim Arden and Tory Vale—recipients of B-Rank licenses following the confirmed slaying of the Ant Queen in Zone 9." The floor buzzed. Whispers rippled through the crowd. "Those kids? B-Rank already?" "No way. The Ant Queen's a mid-tier Lord-class beast. How did they even survive?" Tory stood beside Jim, hood up, gaze fixed on the ground. He didn't like attention. Jim, on the other hand, nodded confidently, resting his hand on the ash spear slung across his back. Keira smirked. "Not bad for a couple of orphans." Rohn grinned. "Drinks on you two now." They had officially registered their team with the guild. Name: Ashwing. Classification: Mixed Elemental Strike Unit. Rank: B. Tory let the moment pass without comment. His System screen was already filling with alerts. > [New Title Gained: Ant Queen Slayer] [Guild Mission Access Expanded: B-Rank and Below] [Reality Thread - Output Suppressed: 10% Max Until Core Stabilization] --- Three Days Later - The Hunt Begins "This area looks abandoned," Rohn muttered, sweeping his eyes across the dense treeline. They had been dispatched to a Tier-4 wild zone near the coastal Riftwood expanse, just outside Emberlight's defense barrier. B-Rank teams were often sent here to clear beast populations that had grown too close to the city. Jim squinted at the mission tablet. "Coordinates match. There should be a breach cave entrance nearby." Keira pulled her blade free. "Something's off. No bird calls. No wind." Tory moved silently through the brush, checking his readings. The System highlighted faint distortions nearby—spatial flickers, like something was tampering with the natural order. > [System Alert: Reality Distortion Detected] [Warning: Time Ripple Field - Anomaly Active] He paused. Time ripple? He said nothing. They reached a ravine wrapped in black vines, where a narrow fissure led into darkness. "Looks like we found our cave," Jim said. They entered in formation—Jim up front, Keira and Rohn flanking, and Tory bringing up the rear. They never saw what triggered it. --- The Collapse It started with a pulse. The cave walls shimmered. Then cracked. Reality twisted. Space folded. And suddenly, the ground gave way beneath Tory's feet. "TORY!" Jim reached, but too late. Tory fell through a ripple in the air, his body vanishing mid-scream. The others were thrown back as the tunnel sealed behind a burst of gravitational energy. > [System Alert: Spatial Separation Triggered] [Timeline Dislocation: Active] [Estimated Displacement: Unknown Duration] Tory slammed into darkness. --- Somewhere Else He woke on cracked stone beneath a blood-red sky. Mountains floated in the air. Rivers flowed upward. Time bent in unnatural curves. > [Welcome to: Forgotten Echo Zone] [This dimension was severed from the world 130 years ago during a failed Genesis experiment.] [System Initialization Adjusted: Temporal Anchors Rebinding] Tory groaned, slowly pushing himself to his feet. Alone. His armor was cracked. Weapons scattered. But the necklace—the ash-threaded core that had chosen him—was pulsing softly. He had been separated from the others. Lost. But not powerless. > [System Directive: Survive. Evolve. Reclaim Yourself.] [New Passive Trait: Time Resonance - Tier 1] [Element Acquired: Time (Hidden)] His eyes widened slightly. Time? The thread within him twisted, absorbing the chaotic flow of the broken world. Time and space coiled around his Reality core, feeding it, accelerating its greatly.

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

Synopsis In a world that moves too fast for hearts to speak, two souls—unknown to each other, yet somehow already familiar—cross paths in a moment that feels less like chance and more like the whisper of destiny. He is a quiet storm, a man of still waters and unfinished sentences, carrying the weight of memories that no longer belong to him. She is a flicker of light, a woman stitched together by poems and pauses, searching for something she cannot name. Neither is looking for the other, and yet, life folds time and space just enough to make them collide. Drawn together by the hush between heartbeats and the language of shared silence, their connection feels ancient—something that once was, and somehow, is again. In a world of missed trains and lost glances, their eyes find each other like constellations aligning across a night sky they've always belonged to. But was it fate that led them here… or the slow, sacred pull of souls remembering what the world has forgotten? This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about being found—in the echoes of past lives, in the poetry of presence, in the deep, unspoken knowing that some strangers are not strangers at all. Blurb “What happens when healing comes from silence, and love arrives when you’ve already given up on being seen?” Leila Zaman never expected freedom to feel so heavy—until Milan gave her space to breathe, and a stranger began to notice the parts of her even she had forgotten. A poetic, emotional journey through family scars, quiet strength, and a slow-burn love worth staying for. #FamilyDrama #SlowBurnRomance #SouthAsianVoices

Betrayed by her lover and offered as a sacrifice in a temple's ruined altar, Violet vowed to return the grievance a hundred-fold to all that conspired for her demise. The lover she cherished for almost 10 years left her for dead without even giving her a glimpse, selfishly saving only himself. What did she even do to deserve this betrayal? When did this evil plan of this man start? Did he have help from others? When her life was about to end, the temple gave her a gift to start over which she readily accepted at that time of desperation. The question was, is it really a gift or a curse?

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

Standing before you is the Quicklime Martial Saint, the founder of the Taiyang Fist, the Flower Folding Master of Dinghu, Half-step Master Invincible Under Heaven, the First Sword of Xuanmen, the Judicial God, and Taiyi. ... After the end of the Dharma, a time of grand corruption descends, the world devoid of spiritual essence, and the system of Dao fruits takes precedence. Embracing Dao fruits, ascending step by step, thereby possessing the power of gods and saints, transcending the ordinary to achieve holiness. 'Just like this,' Jiang Li said while summoning a dog, 'Heavenly Dog, bite him.'

They say the dead can’t speak. But I’ve learned they never stop feeling. Yushi Karl was just a boy when his entire family was murdered in their home — with no explanation, no suspect, and only a single clue left behind: a folded, blank piece of paper soaked in emotion no human should feel. That was the day he awakened his curse. The ability to read the lingering emotions left behind on objects, places, and people — pain, rage, sorrow... fear. Now seventeen and assigned to the Special Case Division, Yushi uses his gift to solve the crimes no one else can. Murders where the only witnesses are the echoes of emotion left by the victims. But every case pulls him closer to the truth behind his own tragedy — and to the one who left that folded paper behind. The one who may still be watching him. In a city haunted by feeling, Yushi doesn’t just investigate death. He listens to what the dead still feel.

Ashly is a young woman who has adapted to her situation by becoming ruthless and not letting her emotions take action. Ashly is poor and is forced to survive on the harsh winter season. one day during a hunt she encounters two men who try to take her with them but thankfully her trusted acquaintances Lucas saves her. Ashly worked under a gang called Iron Deadlock which runs her hometown Greenside. Ashly is given orders by them and in return isn’t killed and is given money for every successful mission. Lucas is a person who wants the best for Ashly, Lucas wants to help her as much as he can. unbeknownst to either of them by giving mercy to that one man, was Ashly’s biggest mistake. the events that fold afterwards snowball into a tragedy that Ashly could of never imagined.

After centuries chasing immortality, the legendary demilich Marth uses a forbidden ritual to reincarnate into his twelve-year-old self. Armed with ancient knowledge and dark magic, he plans to rewrite fate, seize forbidden power, and conquer death itself. But the past hides new dangers, and time may yet betray him. The path to eternity begins again—in blood and shadow.

I never asked to be the chosen anything. I had a nice enough life, if you enjoy communing with dead people, wrangling ghostly regrets, and being occasionally mistaken for a lost Victorian child. Harrowers don’t get holidays, and we certainly don’t get destiny. We get well-worn boots, crumbling field journals, and maybe—if we’re lucky—a thermos that doesn’t leak. I was fine with that. Then came the part where I accidentally got involved in a celestial conspiracy. You know, the usual: unraveling the fabric of fate, discovering I may or may not be some mythical thread-weaver, dodging bureaucratic Fae with sharp smiles and sharper agendas, and, most inconveniently of all, developing a highly inconvenient attraction to a certain exiled Huntsman of the Unseelie Court who looks he stepped out GQ: Gothic Edition and smells like rain. Alaric Fen. Yes, that Alaric. The one with the eyes like amber lightning and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Now I’m trying to stop the Balance from folding like a wet towel, while two ancient Courts most humans are blissfully unaware about flirt with civil war, and everyone keeps looking at me like I’ve got the answers. I don't. I have tattoos I didn't sign up for, a fast-talking con artist for a best friend, and some stubborn hope that kindness still counts for something. So if you're looking for a grand epic of magic, love, betrayal, memory, and rebellion—well. Here we are.  Just… don’t expect me to smile about it. Come along if you'd like. I could use someone on my side. -Entry from the diary of Grey Wyrde

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Poppy thought her heartbreak had a limit, until the night her husband promised another woman his ring. After twenty miscarriages, years of neglect, and giving up everything for Elwin Cole, she was finally ready to walk away. Not until she woke up in his body. That’s right. Elwin Cole, billionaire heir and emotionally dead husband, is now bleeding, cramping, and stuck in the fragile body of the woman he’s ignored for years. And Poppy? She’s in control now. With her husband’s powerful name, ruthless face, and bank accounts at her command, she’s about to show the Cole family what happens when a discarded wife stops crying, and starts playing dirty. --- EXCERPTS, “You better undo whatever this is!” Elwin shouted, clutching his stomach. “This... this can’t be real!” He muttered his face flushed from the pain he felt. “That would be the cramps,” Poppy said sweetly, smirking with his mouth. “I’m bleeding!” he voiced out. He felt liquid pulling from down there, it felt like his insides were about to split in half. “Oh, honey,” Poppy purred, arms folded. “Welcome to womanhood.” ... She wanted to leave quietly. Now she’s rewriting the rules of their marriage. One scandal at a time. --- This is a wickedly addictive soul-swap romance full of betrayal, desire, and revenge. This is a real life story with a little touch of fantasy and what my revenge would have been like. . . For more info, you can follow me on all socials: @sspears and on TikTok @kourtneysspears.

There is no breath where Nirvana ends. Only the self folded inward. Let not the mirror hold you. Let not the name be spoken. (Begin in silence. End unseen.) "This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and rituals are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people, places, or practices is purely coincidental. Please do not attempt to replicate anything mentioned in this story. Reader discretion is advised."

In the grand and influential kingdom of Auroria Dominion, renowned for its wealth, advanced magic, and unmatched political power, a new chapter in the royal legacy is about to unfold. Ruled by the wise and just King Aldara, Auroria thrives on trade, magical innovation, and ancient knowledge. At its heart lies Solstice City, a magnificent capital and home to the esteemed Arcanum Royal Institute, where the brightest minds from across the realm come to hone their talents. As the new school year approaches, tensions rise within the royal family. King Aldara, driven by a desire for change, proposes a controversial plan to bring the son of the infamous Merlin—a powerful and feared wizard—into the kingdom's fold. Despite the protests of his brother, Headmaster Thaddeus Aldara, the king is determined to give the boy, Melanthius, a chance to prove his worth. Meanwhile, in the dark and foreboding Caldara Bastille, a prison on the desolate Ironclad Isles, Melanthius, known as Inmate Zero, endures a life of isolation and fear. Raised in captivity since birth, Mel has known little of the world beyond the prison walls, his only companions the guards and the dangerous inmates. Despite his harsh upbringing, Mel adheres to a strict moral code, refusing to let his father's dark legacy define him. As the headmaster and king devise a daring plan to retrieve Melanthius from the depths of the Bastille, the stage is set for a dramatic clash between the past and the future. With the help of a mysterious dragon hybrid, the kingdom will attempt to bring Melanthius to the prestigious halls of Arcanum Royal Institute, where he must navigate a world of power, politics, and hidden dangers. But Mel's journey is fraught with challenges. Haunted by his father's legacy and burdened by the expectations of those around him, he must learn to balance his extraordinary abilities with his desire to be good. As he steps into the unknown, Mel's presence at the institute will not only test his resolve but also shake the very foundations of Auroria Dominion.

He narrows his green eyes at me as he leans back, folding his arms across his chest, "We're really going to do this again, aren't we?" "What do you mean?" I ask, annoyed. "This little game where you pretend to hate me, when I really know you're just in love with me," he replies, smirking. I scoff and roll my eyes, "In love?" I laugh loudly, "With you? No. I loathe you." Hating Jordan Gallagher was just so easy... "It's not that I don't believe in love. I just don't think it's meant for people like me."- Jordan Gallagher “Sometimes the people who hurt us the worst are the ones we need the most.”- Elyse Gates

Fourteen was supposed to be an in-between year — too old for dolls, too young for love. But for Cara, it became the year everything changed. When her brother’s best friend, Callum Adler, starts spending more time at their house, Cara notices things most adults ignore. The bruises. The quiet. The way their mother starts folding extra laundry like it’s second nature. Callum's broken home becomes a secret the whole family carries, and Cara — wide-eyed, overlooked, and quietly growing — starts to fall for him in all the ways she shouldn’t. But Callum is four years older. Eighteen. Off-limits. Almost a man. And despite their quiet moments — the almosts, the shared glances, the night she asked to kiss him — he walks away without a goodbye, leaving her in the silence he helped create. Years pass. Cara grows. Builds a life. Finds herself. By eighteen, she’s no longer just Kaden’s little sister. She’s her own person — confident, loved, maybe even happy. But everything tilts when she runs into Callum again at a skating rink. Older, composed, and entirely unexpected. He’s not the same boy who used to sleep on her couch with bruises on his ribs — and she’s not the girl who watched him leave. But unfinished things have a way of circling back. Told in alternating perspectives of Cara and Callum, What We Never Said explores the slow burn of first love, the ache of timing, and what it really means to grow up — and grow apart — before finding your way back.

“The Gods have abandoned us.” They called it the Cataclysm—Kalyug, Ragnarök, Titanomachy, the Great Flood. Different names. Same meaning: The End. The skies shattered. Oceans boiled. The universe folded in on itself like a dying star. The Age of Gods was snuffed out in divine silence. But not all light died. A single ember survived—fragile, stubborn, burning against the dark. It drifted through the cosmic wreckage, searching for sanctuary. Instead, it was found. From the edge of reality came something older than the gods—the Primordial Darkness. With no divine left, its descent was unchallenged. The Gods of Neverending Darkness swept across the last fragment of creation, enslaving all that survived. In humanity’s final hour, the shattered races united in desperation. They managed to drive back the invaders, for now. Here began the story of Rudra. Just a crippled boy gifted with the weakest ‘White Talent’ in a world where birth decides worth. But fate made one mistake— It let him live. Now, in a world where every survivor is born with a Talent—from the common White to the legendary Gold—Rudra’s journey begins at the very bottom. Mocked, overlooked, and broken, he began his journey for the Ascension to the Divine. Because in this world, or any other, one law holds true: "Only a God can kill a God." #MythicDarkFantasy #CrippledMC #GodkillerRising #OverpoweredMC

" He wakes up in lives he doesn't remember… but each one feels like home.” Each night, he becomes someone else. Each morning, he questions if he ever was. Reality begins to fracture. Memories, dreams, identities—blur. And as the world folds in on itself, only one question remains: " What am I? "

I couldn't help but chuckle as I leaned against a tree, arms casually folded across my chest. Listening to their bold declarations of becoming the greatest hero made me shake my head in amusement. "You haven't even taken your first steps on this journey, and already you're dreaming of being the best," I said, letting out a sigh. "You guys are nothing but a bunch of fools." My gaze swept over them, a mix of disbelief and pity flashing in my eyes. "If you keep your heads in the clouds like this, you’re going to get yourselves killed." A smirk played on my lips as I turned away, leaving their stunned faces behind. As I walked off, Harvey's words echoed in my mind. "Jealousy," he had accused, his voice taunting me. I tried to brush off the bitter sting that crept up on me, but it lingered nonetheless. I paused for a moment, the faint echo of laughter bubbling up from my chest. "Jealousy, huh?" I muttered with a wry grin before continuing my path.

In the bustling heart of Accra, a boy named Obasi Mensah begins to defy gravity—literally. Objects float, time bends, and the earth shifts beneath his feet. But Obasi is no ordinary teen. He is the last heir to a forgotten lineage that once communed with the fabric of the cosmos itself. Guided by ancestral visions and ancient Ghanaian proverbs, Obasi’s journey takes him from the sun-warmed streets of Ghana to the cutting-edge halls of the University of Cape Town, where a tragic accident awakens the full scope of his powers—Gravitic Dominion, Singularity Forge, and Spacetime Warp. As the primordial force of gravity flows through him, so too does the burden of responsibility. Now known as Eventide, he retreats to a hidden sanctum hovering invisibly above the Sahara, where he must balance the cold logic of astrophysics with the warm wisdom of tradition. With the stars as allies and ancestors as counsel, Obasi becomes Earth's equilibrium guardian, standing between a fractured multiverse and utter collapse. But as rifts open and cosmic threats arise, one name echoes across timelines: Nyos the Unbound, a rogue ancestor seeking to fold all of reality into a singularity of ruin. As gravitational forces twist fate itself, Obasi must decide: will he remain a lone sentinel of balance, or become the anchor that unites science, spirit, and the scattered hopes of a people reaching for the stars?

RE-EDITING IN PROGRESS (Kindly bear with this little author) : Mature content R-18+ ★★★★★ "Then why is Miss Feng here?" "Since you refused my first offer, I have a new proposition for you?" Holding his gaze, Feng Tian stood, taking each step slowly towards him before proceeding to lean on the table in front of him. "I. Want. You. To. Be. My. Man." He was her redemption and she was his vixen, they couldn't be more perfect for each other. Five years ago, Chun Huan watched powerlessly as her whole life was being torn apart, she then swore before the heavens to pay back those who took everything from her in two folds. Now, reborn as Feng Tian, a name clouded with mystery and great power, she returns to a world where those who wronged her have long forgotten the depth of their cruelty. she returns to a world where her enemies have forgotten all about their grave and cruel mistake. Fate, however being fate, has a different plan in place. In exchange for her new life, not only must she bring retribution upon the evildoers and set everything back in place, but she is also bound by an unspoken debt to protect the man whose selfless act towards her years ago came at a devastating cost. Determined to shield him from the dangers lurking in her shadow, Feng Tian devises an unconventional plan: to make him her man. What begins as a calculated strategy to keep him close quickly spirals into something far more intense. As their fates intertwine, their complex web which had already being intertwined began to grow stronger. But the path to redemption is never easy and as Feng Tian edges closer to reclaiming what was stolen from her and navigates her new life, she faces one question that could change everything: Can she truly have it all—revenge, power, and love—or will her pursuit of justice destroy everything she’s fought to reclaim? ★★★★ Follow me on social media. Instagram: @zzetania P.S ( The picture used for the cover does not belong to me.)

“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.

In a seemingly normal world, 17-year-old Riven Aster lives a quiet life — until time stops and a chilling voice echoes from the sky: "Simulation corrupted. Resetting World #2403. Initiating new cycle. Players will retain memories. Let the game begin." Reality crumbles. Cities fold like paper. Time rewinds. When Riven wakes up, he’s back 5 years in the past — a middle schooler again. But this time, he remembers everything — his friends dying, the world falling apart, and the hidden “players” behind the curtain.

When Karael dies, he wakes in a world built from forgotten things. Marked by an ancient force known as Echocraft, he gains the power to steal from memory itself—but every Echo he takes brings him closer to something monstrous. Joined by a handful of others bearing the same curse, Karael must survive the collapsing layers of reality known as the Folds, where gods are buried, names are lost, and the past hungers. To steal power from the forgotten is to lose yourself.

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

Arven Veil lives in a city that rewards silence, obedience, and the illusion of normalcy. Magic exists, but it’s been reduced to party tricks and gender-swapping illusions. Sex is taboo. Emotion is weakness. Desire? Dangerous. But beneath the surface of this hyper-structured society lies a secret only whispered in glitches, comas, and collapsing bodies — the Dream Realm. A place where time folds, power awakens, and pleasure is no longer sin... it's survival. When Arven meets Vela, a rogue technologist with proof of the realm’s existence, they begin a descent into a reality where one hour of indulgence can become a century of transformation. But the deeper they go, the more they discover: desire isn’t the door — it’s the lock. And they may already have the key. “Pleasure is Power” is a slow-burn, high-stakes fantasy thriller about the cost of repression, the hunger for truth, and the terrifying price of unlocking the self.

[Warning :- Mature Content: 18+, HAREM, No NTR on MC, SEX scene but not too much SMUT.] [Reincarnation, Cultivation, Dragon, Bloodlines, System, Evolution, Bloodline abilities, Isekai.] [Many chapters among first 100 chapters might be boring but is essential for the growth of the characters.] Gin finally transformed his soul to Complete Dragon soul, but price he has payed as his Physical Body's Complete Destruction. He Reincarnated to completely different universe with different rules from past life. Society, custom, tradition everything is different and new to him. Despite being a 100 years old soul with a teenage body, will it be little hard for him to adapt? Welcome to world of Genesis, the home star of Primal Race. To know more about other races Start Reading The Story. [Caution :This story some times may be too much emotional, Keep a Cloth/many tissues with you. You will need them at some point to wipe your white... tears.] Wild people come enjoy the adventure of A Big dragon and a little dragon who most of the time hides from people. [Warning:Story may contain incest, yuri. Readers read with caution] [Also incest in story is depending on each reader's perspective. Don't get disappointed if it is much different from your anticipation. After all, world of Gin has different kind of relationship bonds] Little insight from far beyond time during his awakening and very first step of his life's determination point. Host : Gin Long Lifespan : 12/100 Level : Null [(0/1) Basic Evolution energy to Basic Tier 0 First Stage] Evolution energy : 0 Strength : 2 Agility : 2 Physique : 2 Intelligence : 2 Body Constitution : Unawakened (0/100) Basic Physique : (i) At start of every 5 level your maximum stat limit will increase by 10 for all basic attributes. You can increase these stats by training in various different ways. (Level limit Basic Tier. Till basic Tier your stat limit will increase) (ii) Meditate and absorb world energy to create 1 point of Basic Evolution energy every hour. In meantime old woman arrived with Lucy on her shoulder and Xingning tagging along. He only heard "Gin!" and next moment someone was hugging him from behind. Raising his left hand, folded it toward his back, placed it on her head and rubbed "There there." He didn't know what to say now, so he only kept caressing her head. But when he turned back to look at her expression, he was taken aback. "Hm? xxxxxx" "Ho ho, still remember me." "Of course. We xxxxxxxxx...... xxxx..." At last word he paused for a moment.

In 1898, at the height of the Philippine revolution, Patrocinio Gamboa is a fearless woman on a secret mission—to smuggle a forbidden flag past enemy lines and into the hands of revolutionaries. But her journey takes an unexpected turn when she meets Lt. Andres Reyes, a mysterious soldier who agrees to pose as her husband for the mission. What Patrocinio doesn’t know is that Andres is not from her world—he’s from the year 2025, a military medic accidentally transported back in time during a failed experiment. Stranded in the past with only fragments of future knowledge, Andres must navigate a world of colonizers, spies, and revolutionaries, while guarding the one truth that could change history. As they travel through enemy checkpoints, pretending to be a bickering couple, a real connection grows between them. Patrocinio is drawn to Andres' strange ways and quiet strength, while Andres finds himself torn between returning home and staying in a past where love—and purpose—await him. But time is running out, and every decision could ripple through history. Can love survive the bounds of time and war? Or is fate already written in the folds of a hidden flag? ---- Inspired by a true event

When she woke up in the Cultivation World of Azar after dying on modern Earth, she found herself transmigrated on a body killed by Demonic Cultivators. In this new world where everything is unfamiliar and strange, she unexpectedly got herself a system, the standard cheat of transmigrators like her. The Thousand Fold Back System. [Ding! Trigger a 100X Fold-Back and be rewarded with a [Purple Heaven Butterfly Sword] [Ding! Trigger 100000X Fold Back and be rewarded with a [Yin-Yang Star Bracelet] Many years later, people praised her for being generous. While she smiled and agreed. "Of course, I'm generous. Who made me have a system that wants me to be." Her friends got heavenly treasures from her, and her disciples' artifacts are all unique celestial weapons. |Hermosa France| |Original Story| |English Language| |Book Cover Picture from Pinterest, Edited in Canva, CTTRO|

Season 1: Long ago, there were 12 Alphas and each led the world prosperous. However, a tragedy happened. The Lady of The Moon, who was also known as The Queen of Olympus killed the remaining Alphas and as a curse, lived her life eternally being imprisoned by the memories and the past she had. As years, decades, and centuries went by, a new world was created, now led by The Four Leaders of The Empire. Behind those glorious praises for the Four leaders, lived a mysterious woman behind the curtains maintaining almost all the Kingdoms. The "Master" of all. Yet one night, she mysteriously disappeared. In the countryside of the enormous and lively Empire lived Elyse's family. One night, her family was mysteriously killed by a group of bandits. The death of Elyse's parents makes her life twist unexpectedly as she is saved by the 4th Leader of the Empire, Maria. Elyse then, was given a mission to attend The Academy where it is believed that their Master has hidden for the condition to save her family. Along the way, connections and bonds will be shared, and memories will again be remembered. However, the past lies that once folded with each fate being shackled one by one, only to be discovered and unchained by a descendant that everyone hated. The question arises: is she ready to know the erased truth of a centuries-old history? ------------------------------------- Season 2: They are not best friends, but they treat each other like sisters. Elyse has finally turned the clock back to the past. She now finally meets everyone again from her past, facing all the fear she had back in the day and the freedom she has never tasted as "Aniya". As she helps to amend her mistakes from Tina, will those "turning back time to the past" really amend her mistakes as Aniya? Finally, meeting Tina as Chrystiana — will she finally be able to convince her to come back?