Broken Hero Bow

In times of war… What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy? And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move? For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.

If I asked you, what does it mean to be a hero, how would you respond? Is it fighting to avenge people you've lost? Rescuing others when no one else can lend a hand? Sacrificing your body for people who don't even know your name? Is a hero anyone who is strong, flashy, prestigious, or loves beating up bad guys? The country is in utter chaos as heroes and villains fight for survival. Everyone in between has lost someone. And everyone has their own ideals for what it means to be a hero. The story continues with Rhett, a nobody with no powers except one that lets him experience death over and over again. Can he save the ones he loves? Can he be the hero he wanted to be?

“You’re limping.” “Still killed you, didn’t I?” Kael Rhydan was once called the Unbreaking Fang, a warrior whose sword carved legends into the bones of history. That ended the day his blade shattered in battle — along with his comrades, his pride, and his future. With a permanent limp and nothing left to fight for, Kael vanished from the world. Years pass. War brews again. In the depths of an ancient ruin, Kael finds a sword buried in silence — sleek, black, and whispering with a voice only he can hear. “Wielder identified. Sync initiated. Battle memory unlocked.” “What the hell are you?” “I am the Blade-System. You are the variable. Adapt or die.” Bound to a sentient sword that levels up through combat, Kael is thrown back into a world that moved on without him. The system wants to test him. Enemies want to break him. Gods want to use him. But Kael? He just wants to fight like hell — limp or not. “I don’t need to run. I only need to swing.”

Arthur Cain lost everything—his father, his home, and almost his mother. Now stuck in a cycle of pain, poverty, and survival, he’s forced to grow up fast and fight even harder. Just when life pushes him past his limit... A mysterious system appears. But it’s not a blessing—it’s a brutal challenge. Stats don’t come easy. Power has a price. And evolution? It begins at rock bottom.

DISCLAIMER: The events, characters, and situations depicted in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, events, or entities is purely coincidental. The story, its characters, and any events described are the product of the author's imagination and should not be construed as reflecting any real-life scenarios. Charlotte Nightfall is a celebrated CIA agent, revered as one of the greatest detectives of all time. Known for her unparalleled competence, sharp intellect, and flawless reputation, she's become a cult hero within the agency, admired by her colleagues and feared by her enemies. But beneath the perfect image she's carefully constructed lies a darker truth. Charlotte has spent years crafting an impeccable persona, hiding the secrets of her true identity from the world. What the CIA and those around her don't know is that her polished exterior conceals a woman who craves physical tension and a glamorous, secretive life. Her desires are as much a mystery as her past, and she's made it her mission to keep them hidden. Enter Frank James Drake, a former MI6 agent with both British and American citizenship, now working for the CIA.. As he gets closer to her, he begins to unravel the carefully constructed layers of Charlotte's life-both the professional and the personal. But what will he discover? And what will it cost them both when the masks begin to fall?

tu eres un heroe?

"The Academy's Worst Student Awakens: A System-Powered Martial Arts Revolution" Four years at the bottom. The martial arts department's ultimate failure. "Defective martial arts? Oh, you mean that trash? LOL" — Everyone laughed at him. But in that moment, a mysterious system window appeared before his eyes! "ANALYZE ALL DEFECTIVE MARTIAL ARTS TO CREATE PERFECT COMBINATIONS?!" System powers. Campus romance. Overpowered growth. The legend of Martial Arts Academy begins NOW. Key Appeal Points: "Underdog Reversal" - From dead last to top of the class in spectacular fashion "Unique System" - Revolutionary defective martial arts analysis & fusion abilities "Campus Romance" - Sweet love story with brilliant study partner Ji-eun "Modern Martial Academy" - Contemporary and relatable martial arts university setting "Hidden Genius Trope" - What everyone thought was worthless becomes the ultimate cheat ability "Strategic Growth" - Not just power fantasy, but calculated progression with real consequences

First of all, welcome. This is a Novel in which I organize and post multiple ideas so my readers can enjoy it, vote for their favorite, and point out what I did well and what I messed up so I can improve. I used to have another Novel with the same idea but since its old, I just made this one instead so it may reach more people since it's better on the algorythim and all of that. That's why this novel's tags may seem a bit confusing. There isn't much to say about it... The current ideas used were: (Their names aren't set) 1-Ascension of the Card Emperor (Reincarnation/Unordinary Cultivation?) 2-Master of the sands of time (Modern Cultivation/Superpowers) 3-Bridgemaker (Transmigration/System/Fantasy) 4-HP: The Dimensional Turner (Fanfic) 5-Why should I increase my Stats again? (Modern Cultivation/Low Wuxia?/Martial Arts) 6-Auto Hunter (Modern Superpowers/Tradicional Hunter & Rifts) 7-The Hidden Face of the Usurper (Fantasy/Monster Command) 8-Dual Class Mutant (Modern/Unordinary Cultivation?/Superpowers) 9-Successor of lost the bloodlines (Fantasy/Magic/Plotting/Demon Mc) 10-Dragonball fic (Self explanatory) 11-Cultivation Disciple 12-Dungeon Loop 13-Martial Master of Cyberpunk 14-Star-Gazing Mage - ... See you soon!

"Haven't you heard it?" A man whispered. "This is the castle where the devil still resides."  These were the rumours in Hudson, New York. The Devil, Asmodeus, lives in an abandoned castle which no one has gone, visited for years. No one wants go there. If they do go, they don't return. The castle consumes them and swallows them. The devil rips there heart in two and curses them. The demon of lust, he would lure you toward him and them make you cry in pleasure, and then in pain. He breaks them people.  All of a sudden, there's this new teenage girl in town who also seems to be very curious about everything. When she hears about the rumours, her excitement can't be held in, and she does the worst thing possible. She steps in the Castle and finds out perhaps the talks are true. And perhaps it is not the worst thing. Perhaps, he is the broken one from decades who needs healing. He is the broken devil.

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

A story about staying alive, even when it hurts. Yuta is tired or living, trying, fighting, simply existing. The world feels black. And then? A simple message, a simple "Hi!" A start of something beautiful. But now? Despite the hurt. A love story where depression and death linger around the corner - but they smile, choosing life one breath at a time.

The group had been inseparable since freshman year, sharing countless memories, laughter, and tears. But little did they know, their friendship was about to be put to the test.

In the golden heart of the savanna, Nyira is no ordinary lioness. Born a wanderer and raised by the whispers of the Maan Leeu—the Moon Lioness—she walks a path between wild instinct and deeper purpose. When Nyira joins the Eastern Pride, her world tangles with loyalty, desire, and the dangerous secrets lions keep. Zuribra, strong and steady, offers her not just a place in the pride—but in his heart. But shadows stalk the tall grass… none darker than Kova—Zuribra’s estranged brother. As Nyira’s heat overtakes her beneath the sacred Marula Tree, haunting memories stir… and something isn't right. Now, with whispers of new life within her and poison falling from Kova’s lips, Nyira must uncover the truth before it tears apart the pride she’s come to love. In the savanna, strength means survival—but love means war.

Carson never asked to survive. He was sculpted in silence, sharpened in fire — the byproduct of a forgotten war and a father who sang lullabies in the language of betrayal. At fourteen, he was already a weapon. At seventeen, he’s a ghost in plain sight, haunting the hallways of a prestigious school by day, while dismantling criminal empires by night. But even ghosts bleed. When a chance reunion with Elise — the girl he once protected, then abandoned — throws him back into the chaos of memory, Carson’s world fractures. Elise is no longer the shy girl from the compound. She’s powerful. Untouchable. And unknowingly standing in the line of fire. Together with a group of outcasts held together by trauma, genius, and vengeance, Carson uncovers a sprawling conspiracy buried beneath glamour and blood: a secret organization that traffics in pain, memory, and forgotten children. The deeper he digs, the more he unravels — about them, about himself, about the horrors he buried in Morocco, in Berlin, in the sound of a lullaby that now drives him to the brink of madness. As old enemies rise and alliances fracture, Carson is forced to confront the brutal question he’s been avoiding all his life: Can someone so broken still choose love over violence? Or is he already too far gone?

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

I spent my whole life in luxury, among people who loved me or at least pretended so. I never had to care for anything, all was given to me. From one day to another I became a prince of nothing. A former royalty with no family, no power and no bright hope for the future. Even worse, I was sold as a slave. However I will not give up. I might be young, alone and inexperienced but I will learn to fight for myself, get my revenge and find my own place in this world. … I hope so at least.

They placed Kael Arkin at the bottom. Threadless. Bloodless. Nothing. No sigil, no legacy, no chance. In a world where magic is carved from blood and power determines worth, Kael was meant to fade — a ghost among heirs, a failure beneath prodigies. The only reason he’s still here? A name in a ledger… and a Magister who doesn’t believe in mistakes. But something is wrong beneath the surface of the Sanctum. Something ancient. Hungry. Watching. Kael starts young. Fragile, even. You’ll wonder why he’s the main character. Push through. Because the boy they buried at the bottom? He learns. He adapts. And eventually… he breaks. What rises after won’t be human. It’ll be worse.

History says he was the villain. The truth says he saved the world. Avian Veritas is a forgotten son in a noble house that only values perfection, legacy, and light. He's quiet. Weak. Unimportant. A background character in his own story. At least, that’s what everyone thinks. But buried beneath the skin of a disgraced noble boy is the soul of a man who once saved the world — and was betrayed by the very kingdom he protected. A man who died with a blade in his back and a lie on his tombstone. Now, with his memories intact and his power sealed behind centuries of suppression, Avian walks a razor’s edge. If he reveals who he was, he’ll be hunted. If he stays silent, he’ll watch the world forget him a second time. The family that once called him hero now scorns his name. The sword that once drank the blood of demons lies broken and rusted. And the boy who wears his face must pretend to be weak — until it’s time to remind them all what they buried. He’s not here to reclaim his honor. He’s here to make them choke on the truth.

For fifteen years, Joanna Vane shone as the beloved jewel of Silverwood Manor. Until the shattering day revealed she was a foundling—a counterfeit heiress. Overnight: The Lord and Lady who doted on her became Elena Shaw's devoted parents. Her cherished brother, Lord Cedric Vane, hurled Joanna from the manor balcony to please Elena. Her betrothed, the battle-scarred General Silas Graves, stood beside Elena as Joanna fell. To protect Elena, they let false accusations condemn Joanna. Not a word in her defense. Not a coin for her comfort. For three brutal winters, she labored in the Crown’s Steam Laundry—her hands raw from lye, her spirit starved in silence. Then spring came. Lord & Lady Vane wept at her garret door: “Joanna, forgive us! The Manor is yours!” Lord Cedric knelt all night on the cobbled steps, frost biting his brow: “Sister, grant me grace!” General Graves staggered to her gate, bloodied and broken: “Joanna... Look upon me once more!” But the girl who loved them died in the laundry’s gloom. Mercy? May the ravens feast on their bones! Now a new fire burns in Joanna—and a lord who sees only her strength. As she rebuilds her life, those who shattered her past dare not tread near... Lest they lose even the shadow of the woman they destroyed.

[WARNING: This story has matured content.] Hatred doesn't exist because of just some simple reasons. That's what Kendall has in her heart for quite some time now. The hatred towards eight different boys that changed her life for the worse. And the only thing she has is the goal to get revenge towards these boys. Blinded by hatred without love she decided to be the cupid without a bow. Read to know the reason for her revenge and how will it go.

A soul never meant to exist has slipped through the cracks of the divine, forged in secret by Gaia herself—a fusion of every essence, from the divine to the damned. It wasn’t supposed to survive. But one accidental slip by the soul weavers sent it crashing to Earth… right into the womb of a human woman. Years later, in a world unaware of its ticking time bomb, a child is born beneath storm-split skies. What was meant to be the beginning of a normal life becomes the spark that could end all existence.

A teenager is transported to another world and becomes a hero, to fight other heroes.

deaver dransart is the main character. he had chosen as hero to kill demon king but hero doesn't know that he was going to face so many problems and betrayal but he married queens of 9 different realm human,Dragon,demon,elf,fairy,beast, god,hell and catastrophe and monster is wanderer face a trial to become catastrophic hero to rule this world while facing problems ahead of him

Lucas a soon to be alpha longs for his mate and future luna..after years of waiting, he finally finds her but she’s not what he imagined. She was human! A broken one at that! Would he put aside his hate for humans and embrace her? Or would he reject the gift of the moon goddess. ******************************************** When a broken girl meets a predominant alpha male, something is bound to happen! What is in for them through their journey of secrets and lies..?! Read! Vote! Comment! Dated: 12th of January 2023 Available on Wattpad and Inkitt