Hilt Traduzione

You are destined to die if you continue on this path. You cannot change your fate!" He looked into the sky and grasped his sword hilt, a serene expression on his face. "What if I can? I want to defy the heavens, I want to become an Immortal, I want to become an Asura, I want to step onto the peak of the martial path and attain the realm above god Kings!. If gods and demons stand in my way, I will kill the gods and slaughter the demons. If the heavens block my path... I will carve out a path of blood with my sword. If a little tribulation like this can stop me, then who am I to wish for all that? Nothing will hold me down, this is my will and determination, this is my heart!" He grew up in a tiny unremarkable lower realm and he rises step by step into the grand stage of peerless geniuses. He defeated innumerable proud geniuses, survived countless adversities with an unyielding will, seeking opportunities and going against the heavens. He faced the ire of the entire universe, changed his destiny and survived the greatest calamity in history, embarking on a unique and singular path to the peak with the chaos spirit. The rules of the world could not hold him down. Who is he? He is the legendary Paragon Sword god, and the world knew him as the Primal Chaos Emperor...

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Warning! Warning! There’s a bug in the system. There’s a bug in the system. Different participants are randomly being pulled into the System. Welcome, participant 12.3489489223823. [You are now part of the Forsaken. Your name is Xia Yunfei, and you’ve been given the chance to fight for your survival.] Xia Yunfei stood on the edge of a crumbling cliff, the ground rumbling beneath her feet. The once-familiar landscape had twisted into something menacing—a sky painted with churning black clouds, lightning cracking ominously above, and a forest now dense with shadows, every tree seeming to lean toward her, as if alive with malice. The voice of the System echoed in her mind: “You have three hours to complete your mission. Fail, and you will be eliminated.” “What kind of twisted game is this?” she muttered, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her dagger. Around her, the world pulsed with unpredictable threats: tornados could rise from nowhere, floods could swallow entire landscapes, and cracks could open in the earth itself. A faint sound caught her attention. She turned, and a figure emerged from the shadows—a man with a cold smirk, his dark eyes studying her with an unsettling amusement. It was Mo Ran, a member of the Overseers, his presence almost as foreboding as the storm-laden sky. “Are you lost?” he asked, his voice smooth and mocking, like the calm before a storm. His gaze was sharp, merciless, like someone who’d seen countless participants fall. Xia Yunfei glared at him, knowing better than to trust the Overseers. They were spectators of their suffering, observers of each desperate moment. This game wasn’t about survival; it was about entertainment, a spectacle where each twist of fate could be deadly. With her pulse racing and no choice but to press forward, Xia Yunfei stepped into the forest, every instinct on high alert. Her path would be riddled with disasters crafted by a system run amok—a world where firestorms, flash floods, and avalanches were as inevitable as the countdown in her head. Will Xia Yunfei harness her hidden powers and defy the apocalyptic odds, or will she be consumed by the darkness that threatens to swallow her whole?

850 years have passed since Zargorwarths defeat and the Vermillion Empires sudden surge in power over the Multiverse. Victor Silvertounge the last of the Guardians of Light, stood overseeing the balance to ensure that it did not fall into the darkness. Victor could feel a change coming soon, the balance had been shifting and he did not know why but could sense that a Dra’ghoul was about to be born the first one since Draco Dra’ghoul Emma Silvertounge a Syeer far stronger than any other seen before while only at the young age of sixteen walked pieces of her crimson hair fell in front of her sea-blue eyes and her freckled checks “ Father, Who is Lupine Riddle ?” She asked Victor froze all time stood still, “ My child. Who told you about him? Victor said slowly his voice trembling with fear Emma replied “ No one I had a dream and his name popped into my head as did Angel born and Wolfkin. What do they mean?” Victor did not respond for a moment “ Tell me Emma did you see a Sword of Crimson Fire, a Spear of Golden Light, and an Ax with a wolf's head engraved on the hilt?” She nodded slowly Victor sighed “ I feared as much. One last question was there a child with a dragon tattoo on his right arm?” Emma nodded Victor refined from cursing “ my child it would seem that you are somehow linked with this new Dra’ghoul and those you saw in your vision. Do you know where he will be born?” Emma replied, “ Haven Valley his mother Ashi Ember was just pronounced pregnant.” Victor picked up his staff and said “ good then we will go and live in Haven Valley post haste.” Emma replied, “ but what about the balance?” Victor paused and said “ There is nothing I can do to prevent what will happen. The Balance will fall to darkness if I am here or not. Victor turned to Emma who was looking out at the ever-expanding Space-Time Contium the images of her vision burned into her mind never to leave. Victor placed a hand on her shoulder "We must leave post-haste the sooner we can get to the mother the better." Emma nodded before they left she went and packed a medium sized bag with cloths, a leather bond book named Tales of Tylingariea by Damion Vixen Dorima and secered a silver blaclet onto her right wrist with a loud click the braclet clamped around her wrist buzzing and turning a dark blue.. she picked up her bag and meet Victer in front of a massive green portal that lead to the Haven. Taking one last look back at the Bridge of Reality Emma walked into the portal and the Wheels of Destiny for her and others were set into motion

[Legends speak of a tale...] A man appeared in an old abandoned temple... [...that in the darkest hours of the moonless night...] ...he walked towards the center of the temple where a rock lay... [...when the world has suffered most and the light of hope has flickered off...] ...gently he took hold of the hilt of the sword pierced halfway into the rock... [...the king shall return, this time as a guardian...] ...the blade of the sword slowly rose from the rock... [...the world shall remember his name...] They saw it. The ones in captivity, those on the run, the ones who had defected and the oppressors who ruled the lands, they all saw it... [For they shall see the sign] a blinding sword beam split the sky. Disclaimer: The cover photo isn't mine.

That night, long ago, as the rain soaked the ground, he should have turned away instead of foolishly waiting for her! Oh, why did he have to stubbornly wait for her? Their life was now drenched in the colours of both love and blood. That ill-fated night, he kissed her, whereas she thrust the dagger into his chest, clenching tightly the icy white jade hilt and pushing. As Shufeng watch his blood spilling, he was still more bewildered than angered. How could he possibly bear it: killed by the woman he loved? Untold confusion and fear filled his eyes when he simply asked: “Why?" She wanted Shufeng’s brother as the future emperor, and revenge for the death of her family. Crestfallen and heartbroken upon finding out she had been deceived, Emika is willing to sacrifice everything–even at the risk of loosing her human form forever–to find him, be with him and seek forgiveness. A tale packed with sword fights, lies and betrayal, lost love and redemption, court intrigue, crossing world, stolen memories and; a story of a prince fighting back to claim the throne, and a woman changing into a cat.

”I’m sorry...” Rune, famously known as the invincible ’God of the Underworld’, glanced down at the knife protruding from his chest with wide eyes. How could he have been caught off guard? But then he looked up, and saw that the one who had done the deed was none other than his best friend, his most loyal follower. ”I’m really, really sorry,” Zeke murmured, his hands trembling around the hilt of the blade. ”But if I don't do this, then who knows what Cereus would do when he and his gang catch you.” Rune staggered back and fell as Zeke released him, clutching the hilt of the knife. He could himself slipping away from consciousness, barely holding on. The corner of his mouth turned up slowly, as he realized what this was all about. He laughed, despite the pain that shot through his body treacherously. What was this? What was this feeling inside him? Regret? Guilt? He was only at the mere age of twenty-one, there were so many things he hasn't done yet... Cereus. It's all that b*stard’s fault. He’s always making problems for them, even till the end. Rune stopped laughing and let his body sag against the wall that held him up. But if it weren't for the fact that he was ambitious, if he weren't so power-hungry and desperate to make himself known, then they wouldn't have made so many enemies in the first place. Slowly, his eyes closed and his head dropped, the last of his energy drawing away. It was already too late to change anything now...

La traduzione fatta da me medesimo delle storie contenute nella versione inglese

Elle Chen was at the top of her game: she was young, beautiful, and successful. She was next in line to not only be the youngest but also the SECOND FEMALE firm partner at her top ranked law firm. Other jealous colleagues nicknamed her the "Lioness" who hunted down her prey without mercy or "Elsa" because she was an icy b*tch to them all. Her phone ringed endlessly with clients paying top dollar for her legal services. Life couldn't get any better. Until...she became pregnant with her illicit married lover's baby. Why was she so stupid to fall for a married man who abandoned her at her most vulnerable time? But she was Elle Chen and she's successfully handled every obstacle life has thrown at her, how much trouble can it be to raise a baby by herself? ---Story Excerpt #1-- A sudden glint in the dim hallway light flashed across her vision, momentarily blinding her …she barely had time to inhale, let alone scream, before the knife ended hilt deep in his chest, piercing his unfaithful heart. He looked down upon the silver steel embedded in his chest and then looked up into her eyes, his face twisted in pain and fear. The wet warmth of his life blood spurted from the wound, drenching the front of his shirt, and his legs gave way, tumbling him to ground. It was completely silent except for his choking gasps as he tried to breathe with all the blood gushing into his lungs. Blood sprayed out of his mouth with each wheeze as he clutched his chest, trying to staunch the bleeding. Anything he did was utterly futile. His heart was already destroyed beyond repair, the tender tissue sliced apart and faltering with each desperate beat. He raised one bloody hand, trying to reach out to her, as his beautiful face was marred by the agony and terror of impending death. --Story Excerpt #2-- "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!"  He spat out the coffee and grabbed his tongue, tears appearing in his eyes as he made a fool of himself the second time that morning.  And he didn't even know her name yet. She ran out of the room and shoved ice cubes into Ethan's burnt mouth and one could hear the faint "hissssssss" as the burning subsided.    "Ahhhhhhhhh…" his eyes closed in childish bliss as the ice cubes eased the burning pain. The woman giggled at how easily pleased Ethan was, just like a little kid. His eyes opened and he grinned, ice cubes threatening to fall out of his mouth as melted water dripped down his chin.  He made quite a picture, with his nakedness and wild bed hair. --Story Excerpt End--- First time writing modern story, please be gentle with your comments! ^^

The story follows Lakmeer to find the person he loves the most.

In the Year 2021, Spiritual Energy appeared on the Earth, turning everyone into cultivators. Coincidentally, Su Hao had activated the Sword Drawing System. The more he drew his sword, the better the reward would be. While others were spending all their time training, Su Hao kept drawing his sword non-stop. When others had reached the Aura Refinement Realm, Su Hao was still drawing his sword. When others had achieved the Foundation Establishment Realm, he was still drawing his sword. Ten years had passed, and a fate defying cultivator finally could not hold his curiosity back. “When you started drawing your sword, I wasn’t even in the Aura Refinement Realm. A year into your sword drawing routine, I achieved the Foundation Establishment Realm. Five years later, I cultivated into the Golden Core Realm. Now, ten years have passed and I’m about to reach the top of the world. What the hell are you still doing?” Su Hao only looked at him silently and drew his sword. The moment the blade was out of its hilt, thousands of powerful cultivators fell. At that moment, the world had witnessed the birth of the most powerful cultivator.

"Shocking! Rising superstar Zhou Chuchu was spotted having a secret meeting with a suspected scammer at a villa. Is this true or not? We hope the two goddesses can respond." In just a few minutes, this super eye-catching hot topic quickly pushed aside other trending topics and made its way to the top ten headlines, causing a heated discussion among netizens. Netizens speculated about what kind of scumbag could deceive two A-list national goddesses, not only swindling their fortunes but also exposing their secret meetings. Zhou Chuchu: Xiao Yuyao, I'm sorry. I don't have much money left. This is all I can give you. I hope you won't be disappointed. Yang Mimi: You really are a gold digger. You spent all the money from my last pay so quickly. Well, all my money is here. Take it. Suddenly, Xiao Yuyao had a thought, and a cold light flashed. A dark-colored hilt appeared in his hand, with a faint blue light shining at the center of the hilt, seemingly an energy cube for storing power. Buzz. The hilt made a buzzing sound, and a bright white energy beam formed at the front end, condensing into a sword-like shape under everyone's gaze. The unstable slight fluctuations of the beam quickly stabilized, forming a unique lightsaber with a freely adjustable form. It was about one meter long with a 10-centimeter-wide blade of light, and its power was yet to be determined. Xiao Yuyao tilted his head to look at the lightsaber, something extremely cool that only appeared in science fiction movies and was possessed by the protagonist. He lightly swung it, a smirk appearing on his lips. A cold voice resounded from above: "Energy storage remaining: 99%. Stability: 80%."

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"Where am I? What is this place?"  He didn't know where he was. Nothing looked familiar to him. He was completely surrounded by sand and there was no sign of how he ended up there.  He was no longer in the Scarion Empire. He was in a strange, unfamiliar land. A land that seemed as if it isn't even on Neoptolemos. He heard a voice from behind him. "Another one was sent by the Nameless One."  He looked behind him. "Set?" He suddenly grabbed the hilt of his sword. "No, you're Mars aren't you?" He pulled his sword off his back.  His first encounter in this strange land… was a God of War?! ______________________ New Chapter every other Sunday

------------ -This is must be hell-  was the one thought running through his head Gyun coughed as he tossed the dead bodies off of him, he climbed to the top of the pile of dead bodies, sticking his sword into the abdomen of a man who was still wheezing with life. He leaned heavily on the hilt of his sword as he panted harshly, he used his sleeve to wipe the blood out of his eyes. His clothes were shredded, and he was bleeding profusely from dozens of shallow cuts all over his body, his eyes were bloodshot from exertion. With his other hand, he crouched down, reaching under a dead body he pulled something out of the abdomen of another dead man beneath him. Holding it up to his face, it was a silver mask coated in blood with beautiful engravings decorated to look like a demon. Pressing it to his face, he held it in place by circulating the qi at a certain frequency to keep the mask attached to his face. Looking across the battlefield, stood his last remaining enemies picking his sword up he took a step forward. --------------------------------------------------------- All credit for the cover image goes to Redlady 04 --------------------------------------------------------- Author's note: I recommend skipping everything from chapter 2 all the way to chapter 22, to be honest, the in-between isn't that good and you aren't missing much. Its to set up the world and the characters. But the story kicks in starting around chapter 22 so that's a good starting point if you want to skip the fluff. Tags: Action, some thriller, investigative, Anti-hero MC, Violent MC, political, overpowered, fast-paced, it’s not quite cyberpunk but the MC wakes up on September 26th of the year 2037 and technology has progressed but not significantly Update Schedule will be fairly consistent until the end of summer and I have to go back to school. It will be every 2-3 days there will be an 1800-word chapter or longer. I will announce breaks in the latest chapters so you will know why I may go radio silent for a few weeks. Thanks for reading This novel will also be available on Royal Road, the novel there will be improved from this one. However, I still plan on updating and putting out chapters here. The one on Royal Road will be where I put most of my effort.

She put her hand over his that was holding the hilt of the dagger, currently embedded in her chest, “What are you doing Glenn? Are you trying to kill me in a last-ditch effort? Don’t you remember? This is what you and your sister turned me into, you can’t kill me but I’ll be sure to kill you.” The pain had finally registered in Glenn as he looked down to see a similar dagger entrenched in his own chest. Blood started pouring out of both the wound and his mouth, just like his sister. After a few twitches, his body silently fell to the ground, his eyes open with an unwilling glare. The floor was drenched in blood, trails covering most of the ground. The stench of it all was almost unbearable. She continued to walk out of the desolate room at a slow and steady pace. Olivia had been abused and tortured by vile people for the last 7 years. She had despaired, cried and finally became numb to her circumstances until one day she decided to take power into her own her hands. That very same day, she came across a stoic looking man. With his deep and unfathomable eyes, he took her with him, giving her an all new meaning to life. Since then Olivia had not looked back, walking on this new path forged together, by the man at her side. --- [This novel contains extreme gore and is definitely not for the faint hearted. If you do not like reading about blood, corpses etc. this novel may not be for you. On the other hand, if you don't mind, then please continue reading!] -- NO MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDINGS -- -- Slow burn -- [On Hold] Please enjoy! Novel cover: Selenada

LGBT book Mature content for violence, language, blood, torture, Gore, and more Blood pooled at his knees as he sank into the mud, the rain hiding his tears as he weeped slowly standing up. He gripped the hilts of his saber claws. Ripping out the curved blades. The blade protected his entire arm as he took his stance growling like an animal. Pulling down the wolf skull attached to his head. He ripped out a powerful howl. Causing everyone in the vicinity to stop and watch. His howl in rage, his pain seeping into his voice. He who showed them mercy. He who showed them kindness. But this is not the beginning of our tale.

If I knew that I was to be misled and deceived, I wouldn't have stuck to you like you were my red string. "Why?" The bloody word was spat with raw venom, eyes a gradual fading luster of thriving life. I got no answer from my once red string, her expression aloof and ridden of the emotion I once came to love. Her lack of a response however, was an answer enough. A betrayal... Sweet nothings, a kind smile, a lovable personality, cute appearance to boot, the perfect facade. Enough to wrap my heart in a delicate red string-who would've known it was a rattlesnake in the disguise of an earthworm, tightening the red silk of it's prey until eventually-... sun kissed palms gripped the hilt of a sword that plunged into my heart that once pounded for it's love. All for the mortal sin of greed. I closed my eyes in bitter pain and a wounded soul. The only emotion that I felt as I took my last breath was, undoubtedly, a burning rage. [Summary rewritten, first revision]

The death of Christopher Clarent involves an ornamental sword thrust in his heart while his body is monumentally displayed at his family's storefront. No one knows who killed him, even Christopher himself as he transmigrates as a zombie in another world. With everything kept in haze, all he remembers is the pain of being impaled. Still in his heart, the very sword to kill him but now broken into pieces with only the hilt remaining unscratched. Dedicated to return to his world and find out who his killer is, Christopher tramples everyone who stands on his way. * * * * This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual people, the living or the dead, places, and events are either coincidental or are used fictitiously.

Rated R and I ask please do not read this if you are under 18. I'm considering rating for 21 and older. Can she maintain peace, balance family power, and face a foe that also is none other than her own creation? The Phoenix Daughter follows the lives of one of the daughters of the Phoenix family ☆☆☆ Spoilers and No Context Spoilers ☆☆☆ Bei Zhen's body lay still, too still, I rush forward to his side and discover a large hole in his chest. With my magic sense I find no trace of his souls only a whisper of his primordial soul is traceable. +++++++++++++++^~^+++++++++++++++++++ Nian Bai Miao's souls begin to seep from her body but as quickly as possible an old fox appears. Uncle Ye arrives and takes a moment to talk to Nian Bai Miao. He does something with a pill that he shoves into Nian Bai Miao's mouth and out of everyone's view he pulls out Nian Bai Miao's tattered primary souls and her remaining shadow. He makes a gruff sound and pulls out a soul jar. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Nai Jun's face softens as he watches me lead three children towards him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He Zhen watches as I guide our small Tuoba Xing Ke in the steps of the nine star martial skill. °•°•°•°•°☆°•°•°•°•°▪︎°•°•°•°•°•°•°☆°•°•°•°• I watch my children happily chatter amongst themselves as I enter my second rebirth. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ The soul of the Seventh King of Hell shields me and my children from the attacks of the Faeries and those from the Demon Realm. 《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》 Nian Bai Miao dies and the Heavens mourn her death for ten lunar years. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ The Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Enpress pour half of their lives cultivation into the Tian sword. The Tizn sword is a sword forged in the iceiest fires of the Heavens, quenched in the water from clouds of Kunlun mountain, hardened in the secret forge of Hell, blessed by the most powerful Faeries, and a jade hilt crafted by the Emperor Dao Zheng Si the first mortal man to reach and reject immortality. This sword crafted by all the Realms would surely be a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands and a great protection in the right hands.

The Last battle of the guardian who protects this entire Universe ! The outcome of the battle ? Nobody knows. Did he die? Was he saved ? Who knows? ***** This is the start of the black era In a small kingdom, In a town lord's house a boy was born , he got the Name Arthur!. He grew up to be a handsome, talented guy but what were the nightmares that he always had ? who is the guy with three eyes inside him chained ? Who is the lady he sees ? And the majestic Sword with a dragon shape hilt ? ****** Hey guys , I am a new author . Started writing because I was bored so if you find any mistakes point them out . And thanks for reaching here . The story will be slow paced till ch 30 to 50 but will gradually start increasing pace . THANK YOU!

Never before had I, a sovereign of vast realms, tasted the bitter draught of death. My life, a tapestry of minor scrapes and swift recoveries, had known no true peril until this dire moment. A void, cold and unyielding, crept within my royal flesh, whispering the grim truth of my mortality. How had such realization dawn upon me? It was not through understanding, for knowledge eluded me; it was a feeling—a premonition of an end that wrested from me all semblance of dominion. I stood alone, as I had in life, now in the shadow of death's embrace. My power, once unassailable, held no sway over this fate. My strength, a mere memory; my cunning, rendered futile; and my magic, a dormant force that stirred not in my need. There, before the gaping maw of oblivion, I knelt, my sword—a steadfast companion—my sole comfort as the eternal slumber beckoned. My limbs were betraying me, their vigor lost to the encroaching frost. My grip faltered, the hilt of my blade slipping from weakening hands. Darkness veiled my sight, its inexorable tide engulfing me, offering no quarter, no hope of retreat. My last thought were only how quaint the instruments of my undoing were—a youth, an enfeebled sorcerer, and the cursed relic of my lineage. Such a trifling coalition, I would have scorned in days of yore, yet it was they who heralded my fall. And what about the legacy I was leaving behind that moment? Might it all collapse? This last ponderance lingered as I crossed the threshold into the unknown. Holy Shadows, it seemed that I might be reborn with already deep-seated regret and disgrace. I wished to end it quick.

Purpose: The focus of this book is the development of August, the protagonist(s), and the development of his philosophies. Power is important, but being powerful isn't the primary focus of this book. --- Synopsis: August was born on Earth, a genius born into a wealthy family who wanted for nothing. Depression was a constant, however, which eventually led to his suicide. Feeling that nobody cared, he relinquished his luxury in a spoiled fit. During his travel into this world, August had split into two copies. Damon, named after what August had mistakenly called him at first, a demon, had been trapped in a great sword, while August inhabited a corpse. August only harbored the ordinary trivial sadness, confusion, and discomfort, but Damon was losing his mind. Minds are meant to have an affiliated physiology; without one, it destroys itself. Damon had to find a magical solution and find a new vessel before he became a slave to his insanity. He had made a bet: he would find a vessel before time left his side. If he won, he would win his life and his mind back; if he lost, August would kill him, as Damon made him swear to. --- Excerpts: Damon broke August's stupor, saying, "As soon as I arrived and figured some things out, I noticed that something was off. It took me a long while to find out what it was, but I think I now know what it is." "I can't feel anything anymore. I don't have anything in the way of emotions. I'm aware of the concept and I'm aware of the fact that I should feel them, but I don't. And now, I don't know what to do. I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want." "Take me. Do something to me. Please. Or kill me at least. Destroy me, if you'll do nothing else." - A black great sword with ruby inlays sprouted from the chest of a burning Elvish corpse. The flames licked the blood, puss, and flesh on its blade before eventually devouring them, too, and being reflected in its ruby inlays that ran from its hilt to where the sword disappeared, the elf's chest. Smoke engulfed the sword, giving Damon's namesake more meaning, mimicking a common sight in hell. August dragged the meat over and cooked the fetid harvest in the heat of a smoldering corpse. - Misery has always loved company, so he held no compassion for them. He cared that he had crossed the boogeyman line of murder, but he was still the subject of his thoughts. In his degenerate and corrupt character, an unholy and evil union thrived; his hedonism and nihilism had been wed and birthed this vile narcissism. --- Releases: I plan to release a chapter every day, barring the odd happening that prevents me from writing. Each chapter ought to be from 1.2k-2.2k words at an average of approx. 1.4k. It could be more than that or it could be slightly less than that, but I do plan to release every day at 19:00 UTC+8.

Dany had only meant their rooms in Illyrio's estate, no true home surely, though all they had, but her brother did not want to hear that. There was no home there for him. Even the big house with the red door had not been home for him. His fingers dug hard into her arm, demanding an answer. "I don't know . . . "she said at last, her voice breaking. Tears welled in her eyes. "I do," he said sharply. "We go home with an army, sweet sister. With Khal Drogo's army, that is how we go home. And if you must wed him and bed him for that, you will." He smiled at her. "I'd let his whole khalasar f*ck you if need be, sweet sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army. Be grateful it is only Drogo. In time you may even learn to like him. Now dry your eyes. Illyrio is bringing him over, and he will not see you crying." Dany turned and saw that it was true. Magister Illyrio, all smiles and bows, was escorting Khal Drogo over to where they stood. She brushed away unfallen tears with the back of her hand. "Smile," Viserys whispered nervously, his hand failing to the hilt of his sword. "And stand up straight. Let him see that you have breasts. Gods know, you have little enough as is." Daenerys smiled, and stood up straight.

It was a bright morning when I met someone who turned my life upside down. Running through the parking lot, jumping over cars and running around vans with my gun in hand and a hilt with knives attached to my thighs. I was running towards the target of my organisation. My feet carried me forward while my eyes and ears stayed focused on my surroundings. I was heading towards the ground floor where the target has taken off towards. For a man with a build like his, he sure was fast. The sun was glaring down at me by the time I reached my destination. It was mid morning and the streets were busy. Heading to the left of the parking lot, I spotted my target just in time to see him turn a corner. Pushing people out of my way with my gun still in hand, their screams of fright made me become more focused. Made me move faster. It was all I needed to motivate me. Their screams. It opened my mind to the fact that I'll be able to make music with the man I'm to capture. What I didn't expect is to let him get away. All because of one stupid face. Coming from the opposite direction is someone I didn't expect to see. A stranger. Not just any stranger but a stranger with a gun. We aimed our guns at each other. Screams erupted around us. That just made me more relaxed. "Who are you?" to say I had a gun pointed at my head only a few feet away, I was pretty calm. "It's dangerous to carry a gun in the streets so openly" his voice was smooth and calm. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Pretty hypocritical. Don't you think?" He gave a deep chuckle. "Who are you?" "I'm an agent, I take it you're an agent as well." he said this as a fact, not a question. My eyes narrowed at him. "You know for a red head, you control your temper well. I can tell I'm irritating you" a stupid smirk appeared on his face. He was right, he is irritating me. It's just the constant screams of the people around me keeping me calm. "What's your name?" "I'm not supposed to say, but for a beauty like you, I'll make an exception. It's Agent John. What's yours?" "I thought you'd know that too" he shrugged in reply. "I'm agent Joan" "John and Joan. What a coincidence." *** A story of how I met the stupid bastard that claimed my heart. Carrie Mythweald is from the city and is basically the boss of her life. She's used to getting what she wants. Her favorite hobby is listening to the screams of her victims as she tortures them to death. Jason Decathy is a man of equal stature to Carrie, used to getting what he wants and is as stubborn as ever. His favorite color is the bloody red that leaves his victim's body when he kills them. Join them on their action packed adventure as they try to capture the biggest drug lord of all time and save society from his influence any longer.

Lily is a young girl with a terrible luck of the draw. A sickly mother and a no-show of a father, Lily must rely on her own abilities to keep her and her mother alive. Unfortunately, Lily’s lives in a cruel world. chosen as the second-youngest contestant on a game show, she meets a gruesome end. Somehow, a dying witch takes pitty on her and gifts the child her own body. When Lily wakes up she is met with a crazy-upside down world full of magic and strange creatures. Thrust into the unknown, how will she survive? That’s easy! she’ll just never leave home! - - - “Lilyyy!” A smooth voice called out, a tempting hilt in her voice. “What.” a young girl groaned from the depths of a mountain of pillows. “Don’t you think it’s about time to go out and have some fun? maybe a trip to the market?” “Are you kidding?” She answered with a blank face, “why would I go to the market when everything we’d ever need is right here?” The black cat rolled its eyes, “don’t you want a friend to play with?” She asked. “Nope! You’re enough for me” “Oh, child.” The voice replied, “whatever am I going to do with you?” Lily just giggled and gave a mischievous smile. “You love me too much to do anything to me.” The cat smiled, “yeah, kiddo, you’re right. I love you.” The cat jumped into her arms and they snuggled into each others warmth, drifting off to sleep. Ah, what a lovely little life they lived. - - - Now given the chance to live a lazy life, Lily will stop at nothing to cut corners and ensure she live the laziest life she can!

-This is a.....fucking hellhole-  was the one thought running through his head Gyun coughed as he tossed the dead bodies off of him, he climbed to the top of the pile of dead bodies, sticking his sword into the abdomen of a man who was still wheezing with life. He leaned heavily on the hilt of his sword as he panted harshly, he used his sleeve to wipe the blood out of his eyes. His clothes were shredded, and he was bleeding profusely from dozens of shallow cuts all over his body, his eyes were bloodshot from exertion. With his other hand, he crouched down, reaching under a dead body he pulled something out of the abdomen of another dead man beneath him. Holding it up to his face, it was a silver mask coated in blood with beautiful engravings decorated to look like a demon. Pressing it to his face, he held it in place by circulating the qi at a certain frequency to keep the mask attached to his face. Looking across the battlefield, stood his last remaining enemies picking his sword up he took a step forward. ------- ------- Author's Note, This will essentially be the same novel as We Die Young, but since I missed the submission date for the Webnovel 2023 Spirity awards by less than 2 weeks earlier, I will put this novel, which is the same as the other. Some minor details will be different. Wish me luck boys, (And girls, and everyone else) ;)

After a tragic car accident leaves her fighting for her life, Andromeda encounters a mysterious system that offers her a deal: “Sign a contract with me, complete 50 missions, and you can continue living.” With no other choice, she agrees, not realizing that her final mission will thrust her into an alien apocalypse. Now, in a devastated Earth ravaged by merciless extraterrestrial invaders, Andromeda must eradicate the alien threat and restore humanity. Empowered by the system with extraordinary abilities, she becomes a fierce warrior and a beacon of hope. But as she battles the invaders, she draws the attention of the enigmatic Alien King—an imposing figure who sees her as both a formidable opponent and an intriguing prize. As their encounters grow more intense, Andromeda must navigate the dangerous dance between her mission and the King’s dark allure. Will she succumb to his obsession, or can she outsmart him to save humanity before it’s too late? In this deadly game of predator and prey, the lines between survival and desire blur, forcing Andromeda to confront her true strength and the cost of her victory. Excerpt: Andromeda gripped the hilt of her weapon, her breath coming in sharp bursts as the alien horde advanced. The familiar hum of the system pulsed in her mind, a constant reminder of her mission. “You can do this,” it whispered, its voice steadying her racing heart. As she fought back against the onslaught, her thoughts drifted to the Alien King—the way his piercing gaze seemed to cut through the chaos, fixating on her with an unsettling intensity. She shook off the distraction, focusing on the battle at hand. But the moment the King stepped into view, all thoughts of the fight vanished. Clad in dark armor that shimmered like starlight, he loomed above the battlefield, a predator among prey. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, locked onto hers, and a shiver ran down her spine. “Impressive,” he called, his voice echoing through the chaos. “But do you really think you can defeat me?” Andromeda’s grip tightened as she met his gaze. “I won’t back down,” she vowed, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her insides. “This is my world, and I will fight for it.” “Then let the game begin,” he replied, a dangerous smile spreading across his lips.

Elena does not know many things she's just daft Her family died while she was young she lived as a lowlife In Liverson, We have the Humans, Werewolf and Vampires, Elena was rare as she doesn't belong to any class so she's a lowlife She works as a cleaner in a company, Luther Corporation, the CEO is Kelvin Luther, a big name in the Society and the richest man in town, he has hand in all businesses in Liverson and everyone respects him except from the Fact that he is a werewolf, the lowest rank in the society. The Dark Day brought chaos to the werewolf Community and shake their stand in the community, to the fact that they that was once the most reputable and highest rank became the lowest after such tragic incident. The Incidents claimed the life of Kelvin's Mother and Father and became a mark on him, he has a trauma and everytime there's someone telling him About the Moon or Searching for the moon. Elena on the other hand, still clumsy one day bumped into the CEO (Kelvin), as she try to move back she rested on the cleaning tools, and this moved and caused an accident that landed both of them in the hospital Kelvin almost lost a contract that day worth 10million and so he told Elena, from today you're my slave you owe me, so sign that and start staying in my manor and tend to me, work and pay me or you should pay him 10 million dollars immediately Elena began her hard life as his slave while she works as a cleaner too in the office. Kelvin is a cold guy, he hardly smiles and gets irritated everytime, it all got worse after Tonia traveled out of town, she is the Mafia Daughter of the Gonzalez family, a powerful family of high Rank statue. Kelvin berates Elena until he begins to see her weakness. Her weakness irritated him at first but gradually, it became a need for her to break free from her naivety; not to allow herself to be used. This feeling changed to that of understanding and he felt sorry towards her, then it changed later to love for her Tonia claimed to be Kelvin's fiance, and though her family was powerful and at the top of the ladder, their influence is not as high as Kelvin's influence, the only weakness is that he is a werewolf Kelvin would have thought to marry her too but for business purpose only. Being an alpha, he is refusing to get a mate due to the trauma of how his family failed. The war which cause the death of his father and the decline of the werewolf Community. A prophecy came out before this way - the moon must embrace the sword and its light must overshadow the hilt of the sword and sheath it, then the pack will unite This was why be wanted to settle for a human. And be chose his friend and confidante. The relationship between him and his fiance was that of comfort as they do not have feelings for each other, just platonic friendship. She was also able to help him manage his anger issues. When she traveled, he derailed back to his anger issue and his staff suffered for it. He became ruthless and unforgiving. An old lady in his office, always sitting at a particular spot in his building always made sure she saw him each day. Kelvin sees her each day, sigh and hiss before passing her side. Sometimes, she approaches him and compliments him, but he always insults her and leaves in anger. He believed she did not believe and trust him enough as her alpha to tell her the truth of his family's demise. That was when he met Elena and a lot happened between them. he had become close to Elena and his attitude began to change. He became more approachable to his colleagues. It was later found out, that Elena was also a werewolf. She was indeed the moon, but her power had been sealed by her father in order to protect her. Will Elena succeed in her quest? Will Kelvin Successfully unite the pack against all odds? Will Tonia continue to be a confidante or will she become their worst nightmare?