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Pierres Temporelles Dreamlight Valley

Le périple d'Atticus : Réincarné dans une aire de jeux

Protagoniste travailleur : Oui, Distribution de personnages intéressants : Oui, Création de monde : Oui, Protagoniste surpuissant : Oui, Transmigration : Oui. Atticus a affronté le pire jour de sa vie : son cœur a été brisé, et il a été soudainement tué chez lui, pour se réveiller dans un domaine magique en tant qu'héritier de l'une des familles les plus puissantes du domaine humain. Poussé par la détermination, il a juré de devenir plus fort et de prendre sa revanche sur quiconque l'a tué et l'a amené dans ce monde, quel qu'en soit le prix. N/D 1. Il n'y a pas de harem. 2. Le MC se soucie uniquement de lui-même et de sa famille. Il ne se gêne pas pour franchir la limite si cela signifie qu'il peut garder sa famille et lui-même en sécurité. 3. Il a une personnalité extrêmement vengeresse. Quelle que soit la raison ou ce que vous traversez, ça lui est égal. Ce qui compte, c'est que vous lui avez fait mal, et c'est tout ce dont il a besoin. 4. Il n'y aura pas de 'dissimulation de force'. Il sera prudent sur ce qu'il montre, mais il ne perdra pas s'il peut l'éviter. 5. Le MC travaille dur pour sa force ; ne vous laissez pas tromper par l'étiquette du système. 6. Enfin, si vous avez la moindre affection pour ce roman, donnez-moi tout, hahaha. Je plaisante, s'il vous plaît donnez-moi des pierres de pouvoir et laissez des critiques. Merci ! Discord : https://discord.gg/t7z25ZzKX3
RealmWeaver · 127.3K Views

 Wira : The Peerless One from Mount Tarakan

The world of martial arts has never truly known peace. Behind ultimate techniques and legendary manuals, what’s truly fought over isn’t just victory—but honor, influence, and the pride of entire sects. When two warriors from enemy clans fall in love and have a child, the world doesn’t see love. They see betrayal. To the elders, the child is more than just a mixed bloodline—he is a symbol of destruction, a curse that threatens the ancient order they've protected for centuries. So, they made a pact: the child must be eliminated before he comes of age. On a cold, mist-covered night, the father escapes with his infant son, pursued by assassins from every sect. At the edge of a towering cliff, he’s cornered. With no other choice, he leaps. But midair, the baby slips from his arms. They fall—toward different fates. In the valley below, an old hermit witnesses everything. With a single swift move, he saves one life—the baby. He has no idea where the child came from. But from that night on, in a hidden and untouched corner of the world—Mount Tarakan—he raises the boy as his own grandson. That boy grows into a teenager named Wira. He knows nothing of the world beyond the mountain, nor the fact that he's been hunted since birth. All he knows is how to hunt, fetch water, and train his body—through what he thinks are survival techniques, yet are so much more. But time waits for no one. The outside world has not forgotten. And the blood in Wira’s veins begins to call out to its destiny. When he descends the mountain, the martial world will never be the same again. Because Wira is not merely a child who was saved. He is the heir of two legendary bloodlines. And now, he’s carving a path of his own.
Yusup_M_Official · 1.4K Views

Last Song of the Nation

A forgotten kingdom. A sacred vow. A journey home across centuries. Centuries ago, the fate of a young Vietnamese noblewoman became entwined with the rise and fall of the Champa kingdom. Her name was Thanh Mai—a girl of silken grace and iron spirit, whose heart beat with forbidden love and a fierce loyalty to truth. Her story was nearly lost… until one man dared to follow its echo. In modern-day California, Kien Quoc—a quiet Vietnamese-American engineer—receives his father’s dying wish: return to Vietnam and uncover the roots of their family’s past. His journey leads him into the heart of central Vietnam, where sacred towers sleep beneath moss and myth, and where the memory of Champa lingers in song, stone, and silence. Guided by dreams and joined by Sari, a Balinese journalist equally devoted to Southeast Asia’s lost civilizations, Kien stumbles upon a revelation that challenges history, identity, and the very idea of nationhood. Along the way, they unearth a secret chamber beneath the holy valley of My Son—and within it, a truth that changes everything. Told in sweeping, poetic prose, Last Song of the Nation weaves together two timelines: the fall of Champa through the eyes of a young woman trapped between war and destiny, and a contemporary quest for heritage, love, and healing. At its core lies a question that haunts generations: What do we owe the past, and what can it still teach us today? This is a novel of memory and migration, of culture and compassion, of spirits that never die and songs that still carry across the wind.
dai9999 · 2.3K Views

The Path of Ten Thousand Beasts

Betrayed, broken, but not dead. After finally achieving the legendary Golden Spiritual Core, Bai Langtian should’ve stood on the threshold of greatness. Instead, he was betrayed by his own Sect Master, his core ripped from his body, and cast from the peak of Radiant Sun Mountain. He should’ve died. But fate had other plans. Langtian woke at the bottom of a cursed valley, his body shattered, his cultivation destroyed. With his core stolen, his future burned to ashes. Then, how could he possibly survive, let alone seek revenge? There was only one path left. The Path of Ten Thousand Beasts. In the belly of the abyss, among twisted trees and blood-soaked earth, Langtian would battle through wave after wave of feral, demonic beasts. He would devour their flesh, drink their blood, absorb their spirit essence, to become something powerful, something monstrous. __________________________________________ About the story: - Slow paced with detailed and complex world building and lore. My cultivation realms will also be a little bit different than usual. - No system, no reincarnation, no going back in time or starting over, no 'powerful grandpa inside the ring'... those kinds of tropes. - No yuri - The harem tag is just a placeholder for now. But if I decide to write more female leads, I will make them strong, unique and interesting. - The MC won’t stay a virgin for long. - MC will not be unstoppable. Fights are not easy. - He’ll stumble and fall a few times, each one shaping him to become colder, sharper, and more cautious. Other name: Vạn Thú Chi Đạo | Wàn Shòu Zhī Dào
BlueberyTempest · 2.5K Views

Perfect immortal

Perfect Immortal: Chapter One — Birth in the Abyss Realm of Ten Desolations — Veiled Abyss Valley Thunder roared across the heavens. Beneath a black sky pierced by a triple eclipse, the mountains cried and the stars trembled. Amidst a storm of violet lightning and blood rain, a woman screamed—not in fear, but in defiance. Her robes were torn and stained with sacred blood, her long silver hair clinging to her face. She clutched her swollen belly, breath ragged, as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled against the burning ground. "Even the heavens fear him… You are destined to be hunted… But you will live, my son." The woman was Shen Liyue, last of the Void Oracles, hidden deep in the Veiled Abyss Valley. Around her, space itself trembled. Shadowy figures in silver armor circled from above, bearing the symbol of the Heavenly Vow Sect—a cracked ring swallowing a star. One among them descended slowly, face half-covered by a mask of bone. "You, Shen Liyue, have broken the Pact. That child must not be born." She spat blood, then smiled. "You sealed my husband’s fate. But this one… is beyond fate." Lightning struck as her scream echoed through the skies. The storm parted. A child was born—silent. No cries. No breath. No heartbeat. Yet, he opened his eyes, black as the abyss, glowing faintly violet. Space cracked around him. The masked man stepped back, trembling. "W-what is this aura…" But the woman was already gone. With her last breath, she whispered a name into the child’s ear and tossed him into the chasm of the Veiled Abyss. > “Xian Wuheng… never let the heavens write your path.” He fell—through space, through time, into the Void Beyond the Sky. Where no child should have survived. But he did. --- Years Later — Outer Mortal Realm A small village called Dustbone Hamlet lived in the shadow of a broken mountain. One rainy night, a boy in ragged robes stood atop the cliffs, staring into the dark clouds, eyes glowing faintly violet. He had no family. No name. Only an old whisper echoed in his dreams: “Never let the heavens write your path.
mondayadamu289 · 661 Views

The System Hit An Old Clock Instead of Perverted Real Daughter

Good news to all you can read the advanced chapters of my novel for only 2$/ month from now on in my my patr eon page at: pa treon.com/Fatenovels. thank you for your support.... ............... Cultivation World Invasion, The System Hit An Old Clock Instead of Real Daughter ………………………… All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work just leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… She was an over stressed office worker that has a hobby of being a sneaky exhibitionist and one day she came to the balcony to relieve her stress with a climax. Just when she was about to climax she heard her neighbor shout. She accidentally stepped on her love juices sprayed on the bird poop and slipped out from the 11 floor. Well she was too stressed, excited and frightened. So only her body went down but her soul flew up. Suddenly her soul was pulled by a fish hook and pulled into endless space. ……………………. This world is similar to earth but the fertility of the world has long since exhausted. Because of this world has unified into a single nation to collectively suppress the low class people. Only high class people can eat proper food. One day this world that is a planet has opened up like a nail and inserted itself into a valley in a bigger planet forming a small island in the lake. The satellites fell but people found this new world and started exploration for food and this new world. New world has special energy that destroyed all kinds of electric equipment pulling people to the dark ages. ………………………. Mohini Titly is the real daughter of the titly family but after her mother died her father has remarried and they already had a daughter. The step mother and daughter purposefully lost her along with a pendent that Mohini is wearing. They took her back specifically for the pendent because it is the key to a treasure stash that Mohini’s mother’s family has hidden secretly. They know the location but cannot open it without locket and the bloodline member that is Mohini. Forced opening would drop the things into an underground river leading to abyss. But after bringing her to take the treasures, they used her as free worker and finally signed her up to the go to the new world land to farm and explore. The new world has fierce creatures that even bullets cannot pierce their skin. The job she earned as an orphan before was coaxed away by her step sister. So she died slowly in that place eaten by the beasts. But her soul lived and watched all the things. She saw that their exploration team actually came across a cultivator country and the current earth was invaded by them quickly. Then the people started to cultivate… She later passed through to another earth to become stressed worker that died just now and returned back to her current world with both sets of memories. The system that pulled her should enter her body but the exhibitionist reflexes acted and she dodged. The system hit an old clock to occupy but it gave her a new power that is the control over time. She can revert back her age and store time energy. She can use the time to speed up the growth of the things with the help of the system. But she needs lust points to use various functions of this system. The pervert knows best about lust and she started a journey taking revenge, enjoying the world, stealing chances from heroines, cucking the heroines and turning protagonists into eunuchs she lives a beautiful life. ……………………………………… This story contains real and fake daughter, luck plundering, netorare, netorase, exhibitionism, cuck, cheating, revenge, cultivation, time travel, magical space, outdoor play, slut, bitch, whore, system, and magical space read it at your own risk… …………………….
souryourer · 53.8K Views

A Vampire's Tale

The world of Norvak isn't for the weak. A land where might makes right isn't for the faint of heart. A land where different species battle for supremacy and the defeated either enslaved or exterminated. The continent of Revix has witnessed the rise and fall of many species. With a relatively peaceful period being established a little over ten thousand years ago. The result of this peace is the separation of different species. The land of humans, Cyntros, covered most of the central part of the continent. The lands in the north, Aterix, gave shelter to the elves and other creatures of light. The south held the creatures of darkness and it's original name, Rimul, long forgotten. A land that the humans had long dubbed, The Darklands. To the east was an endless desert where the banished and hated lay their bones. A place where nature threatens both predator and prey. Yet most feared of all was the west, a land of giants and titans. Where mountains vanish and valleys form from the movements of it's inhabitants. On the edges of The Darklands, the greed of men sends a group of hunters to their demise. The lone survivor, Milas, is turned into one of the ruling species of The Darklands, a vampire. With a past clouded in mystery and an uncertain future, Milas does all he can to survive. With the potential to become more than he could have ever imagined, Milas faces all threats that come his way. "The right to live is a privilege that only the powerful have access to. I don't appreciate others having that privilege over my life. And I'll do what I must to earn my right!"
chaoswalker_7 · 84.9K Views

Enchanting The Cruel Prince

A lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand. Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born. All Alyssane desired was to find her home. One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince. She knows how things would end. But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near. And he’s always near. Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should. In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “What are you hiding?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.” A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?” "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. “Everything.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Thank you for stopping by~! Enchanting The Cruel Prince is in a beta phase that I am slowly developing by managing a few hours from my packed schedule. The updates will remain slow, but if you enjoy the story, you can add it to your library and revisit it when there are more chapters or the novel is completed. Feel free to share any thoughts you have in the comments. Happy reading!
Alancaster · 358.6K Views
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