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Walker Of The Worlds

Lin Mu was an orphan living in a country town. Having no knowledge of cultivation, he was a common peasant. This was until he discovered a mysterious ring stuck in a tree. Wearing it, a new world opened up to Lin Mu. The world of cultivation! The ring bestowed Lin Mu with the ability to cultivate while also giving him the ability to manipulate space. Snatching treasures, exploring unknown realms, looting secret grottos, everything was possible with the ring. Witness Lin Mu as he learns his purpose in life, finds his destiny, meets impeccable experts and beings. Watch him as he learns the truth of the cosmos, and becomes its saviour! P.S: Rise of the Worm Sovereign is a prequel to this book. Tags: #weak to strong #Beast taming #Beast companions #Monster Master #World Exploration #NO YOUNG MASTERS #NO HAREM ----- Old Synopsis: Lin Mu was a common boy living in a small town, ostracized by the townsmen because of a mistake he made during the harvest, his house seized to compensate for it. Forced to fend for himself in the outskirts, he finds a rusty ring embedded in the tree where he always used to play as a child. Witness his story as the mysterious rusty ring changes his destiny forever, opening him up to a world he would never have experienced, people he would have never met, and powers he would have never had. Instagram: grand_void_daoist -------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- Join the discord-https://discord.gg/VfJFxXnbAE
Grand_Void_Daoist · 9.6M Views

Shadow-Walker

"Survival of the Fittest." For the last hundred years, that’s been the harsh reality every Sylmorian has lived by. In a world where life itself depends on Aether, Sylmora is the only country running out of it. With supplies growing scarcer by the day, people have started turning on each other—fighting, even killing—just to survive a little longer. In the middle of all this chaos, a boy wakes up with no memory. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or how he ended up there. He’s completely lost—until the moment he nearly sees a helpless woman get killed for her Aether. Something in him shifts. His chest tightens with a kind of ache he can’t explain. It’s as if some part of him knows this isn't how things are supposed to be. He tries to ignore it at first. But the feeling won’t go away. Eventually, he makes a decision—he’s going to do something. He doesn’t know what he’ll find, or if he can even make a difference, but he has to try. Maybe along the way, he’ll uncover why he feels this pull in the first place. Maybe he’ll help Sylmora. Maybe he’ll just get answers about who he is. But deep down, he knows this journey won’t be easy. Because the truth might not just change Sylmora. It might change him. ___ What to expect from me: Weekly Chapters (eventually will release 2 a week at some point later on) Open transparency of my process of creating a story on my social media and on my website ___ The goal of this series is to become an animated series one day. Please consider following along to see that happen! ___ *Yes the cover of the book for now is AI, but will change in the future*
SD_Walker · 3.2K Views

Fake Date, Real Fate

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.
PrimRosee · 223.1K Views

London Undercurrent: Psychic Walker

Under the misty and historically sedimented surface of London, there is a hidden current that ordinary people cannot imagine. Eighteen year old Alan Shaw grew up at the "Herbal Hall" Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown, East London, and was raised by a mysterious grandfather. He leads an ordinary to almost boring life: helping his grandfather manage the pharmacy during the day, smelling the fragrance of licorice and angelica; At night, they sweat and move cold goods in the dock warehouse. Fatigue is his norm, and occasionally when his fingertips brush over metal or candlelight, the fleeting strange "flowing sensation" is also attributed to his own overwork or nerve sensitivity. Grandfather's warning - 'Hide yourself, don't reveal anything special' - is the iron rule of his life. However, on a foggy midnight, fate rudely tore open the curtain of his peaceful life. On the shortcut in the abandoned shipyard area, Allen was dragged into the darkness by a sound that was not a human fight: the wild beast like roar tore apart the silence, and the metallic roar carried a piercing chill. Curiosity and an indescribable pull overwhelmed his fear of the unknown, leading him into the depths of the shadows of the steel ruins. There, he witnessed an unimaginable sight: a pale and swift ghostly figure ( Blood Clan ) engaged in a fierce battle with a muscular and partially beastly strong man ( Werewolf ) under the moonlight. Their power transcends the boundaries of physics, as blood light and claws pierce through thick fog. Even more deadly, a wild werewolf out of control sensed his gaze and charged straight towards him! At the critical moment, the suppressed and vaguely perceived "energy" in Allen's body fluctuated uncontrollably, like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly disrupting the invisible force field of the entire battlefield. This unexpected energy ripple not only exposed him, but also attracted the intervention of a mysterious woman who claimed to be the Guardian, Lena White. Her appearance saved Allen, but also plunged him completely into the hidden abyss known as' The Veiled World 'beneath the glamorous facade of London. Alan finally realized that the "energy" he perceived was the power of the origin of all things - Anima. Those who are born or awakened, able to perceive, absorb, and use spiritual energy like him, are called Animates. In this world, wizards weave arcades, witches communicate with nature, vampires (a blood race that claims to be the "Crimson Council") thirst for eternal life, werewolves (following the ancient "Silver Moon Oath") roar under the moon, and various forces such as alchemists, Druids, and psychic warriors maintain a fragile balance under ancient rules, hiding together in mortal society. And what broke this balance and caused a bloody storm was a mysterious organization called 'Ouroboros'. They crazily chased after the nine legendary Prime Glyphs left by ancient beings, each representing a subversive and almost world rule-based way of using spiritual energy, such as the "Weaving of Life" that manipulates life, the "Anchor Point of Time and Space" that interferes with time and space, and the "Return of All Things" that devours all things... They are powerful enough to rewrite reality and the ultimate treasure coveted by all ambitious people.
HCAH · 27.2K Views

Script Walker

Her fingers shook,not from weakness. From the need to control something. Anything. Me. "I want them all dead," she whispered into my shoulder. "Every. Last. One." I wrapped my arms around her. Let her tremble. Not because I cared. But because this was where empires were born: not on thrones, but in broken chambers and whispered grief. "It's already begun," I said into her hair. She looked up at me,those green eyes glassy with heat and hatred. "You'll kill them for me?" "No," I said. "I'll kill them for *us*." She kissed me like a drowning woman. No ceremony. No coyness. Just hunger and rage tangled into something that barely felt human. And I gave her what she needed,not love, not comfort, but the illusion of control. That's what sex is. A chess move with sweat. We collapsed onto her bed like monarchs of ashes. Her grief was my weapon. My whispers were her gospel. And somewhere, beneath all the heat and hatred, she forgot that her son had screamed. I didn't. Later, when the candlelight dimmed and she finally fell asleep beside me,arm thrown over my chest like a claim,I stared at the ceiling, replaying the scene in my mind. Her son's death wasn't clean. It wasn't meant to be. It was a ritual. One sacrifice to awaken a world not yet ready. I opened my HUD. [Narrative Skill: Cinematic Reflexes - Passive Trigger: PLANNED COMBAT SCENE- EXECUTED PERFECTLY] [Event Branching Complete: Historical Rewrite Unlocked] [Villain Proximity Rising: The Scriptorian watches your edits.] Good. Let him watch. The Director's Cut could hide behind his twisted timelines all he wanted,this was my spinoff now.
Nà_thaniel · 7K Views

Who is the Villain?

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.
Eternal_bunny · 184K Views
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