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Sixteen years, a relentless pursuit of the impossible. Leon, a soul forged in the crucible of ambition, now shattered by the cruel hand of fate. Family lost, hope extinguished. Suicide's edge: a classmate, a star, pulled him back. Debt? No. Another attempt. Then... darkness. He wakes. Swords. Magic. And her?" Stranded in a perilous world, With no cheat codes or divine guidance, they must navigate this treacherous world, forge alliances with wary strangers, and evade the pursuits of those who desire Sarah's beauty and covet their existence. After carving his existence on the razor's edge of perfection, pushing his boundaries until they shattered. a shadow sculpted from the very essence of ambition, found himself adrift in a strange new dawn. His past was a tapestry of broken limits, a testament to his relentless pursuit of a flawed perfection. Here, though? Here, a whisper of recognition stirred. A sense of homecoming, as if the very air hummed with a symphony of his own monstrous heart. This was not a world to survive, but a world to claim. "Crucible-born. This world pulses. He'll ascend, not survive."

[Reifer Inhalt: Keine Vergewaltigung] "Ein rezessives Omega und ein mutterloses oberstes Alpha" Von dem Moment an, als er der einzige existierende oberste Alpha wurde, war er unfähig, eine Gefährtin zu haben oder sich zu verlieben. Er beherrschte die Welt, er beherrschte sie, alles lag in seinen Händen und alles gehörte ihm. Und doch konnte er eine Sache nicht haben. 'Eine Gefährtin'. Aber er spürte bei ihr einen Funken, einen winzigen Funken. Er hatte sich entzündet wie eine Flamme, und obwohl es zu wenig war, um zu bestätigen, dass sie Partner waren, wen kümmerte es? Ihn interessierte es nicht! Dieser winzige Funke war alles, was es brauchte! Und er, Valeric Jones, hat gefunden, was er gesucht hat. Und er war besessen! Macht es etwas aus, dass er unfähig war, sich zu verlieben? Dass er ein Mann war, der bestimmte Gefühle nicht empfinden konnte? Nein! Von dem Moment an, als er sie erblickte, gehörte sie niemandem mehr, und er würde sie zu der seinen machen! Stella Ferguson war in seinen Händen: ihr Lächeln für ihn, ihre Worte für ihn, ihre Zeit für ihn und ihre Liebe... nur für ihn. Sie war der Schutz und die Erlösung, die er suchte, die Zärtlichkeit, nach der er sich sehnte. Doch die eigentliche Frage war... würde Stella Ferguson jemals den Mann lieben, an den sie verkauft worden war? Einen Mann, den sie aus tiefstem Herzen hasste? Einen, den sie niemals ertragen könnte! Und würde Valeric Jones selbst jemals in der Lage sein, sie zu lieben, trotz seiner Unfähigkeit und dem Verlangen, das er für sie hegt?

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Trapped in a factory that breathes like a living nightmare, Nathan unravels a truth darker than fear itself. The shadows whisper his name, twisting memories of his parents into haunting illusions. You were always meant to return. The walls pulse, the air hums with unseen terror. Something ancient is waiting, watching. But Nathan isn’t here to be consumed—he’s here to end it. As the whispers rise to a deafening crescendo, one question remains: Will he escape, or become part of the horror?

A 16 years old boy named Leon, always wanted to become best at everything, but he loses miserably. After losing his family he loses all his hope. Suicide's edge: a classmate, a star, pulled him back. Debt? No. Another attempt. Then... darkness. He wakes. Swords. Magic. And her?" Stranded in a perilous world, With no cheat codes or divine guidance, they must navigate this treacherous world, forge alliances with wary strangers, and evade the pursuits of those who desire Sarah's beauty and covet their existence. After carving his existence on the razor's edge of perfection, pushing his boundaries until they shattered. a shadow sculpted from the very essence of ambition, found himself adrift in a strange new dawn. His past was a tapestry of broken limits, a testament to his relentless pursuit of a flawed perfection. Here, though? Here, a whisper of recognition stirred. A sense of homecoming, as if the very air hummed with a symphony of his own monstrous heart. This was not a world to survive, but a world to claim. "Crucible-born. This world pulses. He'll ascend, not survive." One last thing before you go~Can I ask you a favor? I need your help! If you like this book, could you please share your experience and write an honest review.It will be just one minute for you (I will be happy even with one sentence!), but a GREAT help for me and definitely good Karma I read every single review and jump around with joy like a little kid every time my readers comment on my books and give me their honest feedback!

“A world of magic, a mind of machine—one destiny to change them all.” In a world where magic and technology have become intertwined, power is everything. At the age of ten, every child undergoes the Awakening—a moment when their magical abilities are revealed. For Kael, however, the Awakening is different. Instead of the rush of magic that others feel, his body is flooded with a cold, calculating hum—the activation of an AI. But this AI is not just a tool. It is a mentor, holding secrets, mysteries, and perhaps the key to understanding the very world Kael lives in. As Kael grapples with the nature of his connection to this ancient entity, he begins to uncover not only the depth of its knowledge but also the potential within himself. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Kael dives deeper into the mysteries of both magic and machine. His desire for knowledge becomes a guiding force, but it also leads him into dangerous territories, forcing him to question everything he thought he knew about his world. Kael is not alone in his quest. A rival—someone with knowledge of a past life—emerges, and their paths collide in ways neither could have anticipated. The rival’s motives are unclear, but their rivalry will push Kael to his limits. As Kael grows stronger, his bond with the AI deepens, and the stakes rise. An unseen force threatens everything—something bigger than magic, bigger than technology. A force that neither Kael nor his rival can fully comprehend. Can Kael navigate this perilous world, grow beyond his limits, and rise to a challenge he never expected? The journey will shape him, the AI, and the very fate of their world

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Reborn as a weapon. Hunted by two clans. Bound to a curse older than time. Liam Blackwood wakes in a blood-red moonlit church, clutching a mechanical heart that hums like a trapped beast. Three days until the full moon—and his nails already gleam silver, sharp as a werewolf’s claws. But he’s no ordinary wolf. He’s the "Moonlit Phantom"—a reborn scientist murdered by werewolves a decade ago. When a golden-eyed boy, Eli, begs for help saving his vampire-cursed grandmother, Liam discovers the boy’s collarbone hides half a wolf’s mark… and beneath it, a vampire’s brand. The secret? A thousand-year-old curse born from a forbidden love between a wolf and a vampire—now etched into Liam’s own mechanical core.

In the fractured world of Luminora, where the arcane hums through the veins of steel and whispers linger in forgotten corners, a girl with golden locks treads lightly, her smile a fragile mask for a truth that could shatter everything. She clings to dreams too vivid to be mere memories and to a longing for something lost—something never spoken. She glances from afar to see a boy with hair as dark as the void walks unnoticed, his silence a riddle to the world around him. Their lives entwine, not by choice but by the pull of unseen strings, as shadows stretch across the light, and every step seems guided by forces neither can name. In a realm where hope glimmers faintly between cracks of despair, their journey unfolds—a delicate balance of joy and sorrow, of wonder and fear, as they seek to unravel the secrets binding them to the shifting edges of a world that defies understanding. What they find may reshape more than their fates, for some truths are too vast to stay buried, and some destinies too great to remain untold.

Eternal Storm: Volume 1 – The Awakening Aryan Verma used to belong. A bright student with close friends, he had a future—until he failed his 11th-grade finals. Now, he walks the halls of Blue Rigid Academy as an outsider, a ghost among those who once knew him. His best friend, Rishi, no longer acknowledges him. Anaya, the girl he secretly admired, looks right through him. The whispers follow him everywhere. Then, one night, the sky fractures. A burning light tears across the heavens, crashing into the forest with an impact that shakes the ground. Something calls to Aryan from the wreckage—a black necklace, pulsing like a heartbeat. The moment his fingers brush against it, searing pain rips through his body. The world fades. And when he wakes, nothing is the same. The necklace refuses to come off. His body hums with energy, his emotions sending waves of unseen power into the air. Then, the first spark. The first storm. A suit of impossible design forms around him, flickering like a shadow in the wind. It feels familiar. Like it was waiting for him. But power never comes without a price. The dreams start soon after—whispers from something unseen. Warnings of a storm yet to come. And somewhere, far beyond the stars, something stirs. Watching. Waiting. Moving. The artifact has awakened. And so has its hunter. Now, the hunt begins. A force unlike anything Earth has ever seen is coming for him, relentless and unstoppable. There will be no warning. No escape. And when it arrives, Aryan will have only two choices—fight for his life or be erased from existence. He thought he had already lost everything. But the real nightmare is just beginning. The storm has begun.

The Echo Between Us A Novel by Astra K. Lana Vienne never believed in fate-until the night she left a note between the pages of a forgotten book, never expecting anyone to find it. It was nothing more than a quiet confession, a whisper of longing pressed onto paper, meant to disappear into the endless hum of the city. But when she walks into Café Amour weeks later, she sees him-Oryn Moreau, the man the world knows as Ryn, a famed yet elusive writer-reading her words. She doesn't know him, but he knows her words. And somehow, it feels like he's been waiting for them all along. Set in the dreamy city of Aurivelle, where love lingers in quiet corners and fate writes between the lines, The Echo Between Us is a story of serendipitous moments, unspoken emotions, and the delicate line between fiction and reality.

This is a translation. I could hear the hum of life in my ears. It was hard to breathe…. … I raised my gaze and stared into the distance. However, my blurred vision could not see anything. The light began to fade. That was my last memory. When I opened my eyes once again, it was 10 years before that last memory took place. And of all the things I could have become, it was from the enemy country that drove Secretia to ruin – I became Kyris’ third prince Calian.

[WSA 2025] At the Edge of the Void… A soft blue light hums, pulsing with energy, its robotic voice ringing with purpose. > "Do you accept me, System 0404, the Harem-Building System?" A young man in his twenties, eyes shining with excitement, eagerly responds: > "YES!" The blue light flares— The universe shifts— The binding process begins— DING! > [System Successfully Bound to…] …Daphne Han? ??? ??? *** System: "If you’re going to RUIN the harem-building mission, I’m not helping you!" Daphne: "Okay, I’ll just win without you." System: "…Wait, what?" *** World one: Male Lead: "Why are my offers disappearing?!" Daphne: "Oh? Maybe you just weren’t talented enough." System: "YOU CAN’T JUST DELETE THE PROTAGONIST!" - Actress #1: "Wait, I actually love acting, not this forced romance subplot?" Actress #2: "Oh wow, working under Daphne is way better than chasing ML’s validation." Male Lead: "WHERE DID MY HAREM GO?!" System: "DON'T RUIN THE PLOT!" - Villainess: "What do you want in return for everything?" Daphne: "You." System: "NOOOO, SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE HIS FINAL LOVE INTEREST!" World two: Emperor: "You were supposed to compete for my favor!" Daphne: "Nah. I’m the one with favor now." Heroine: "Can I join your court instead?" System: "THAT'S NOT HOW HAREM DRAMAS WORK!" *** CEO: "I was supposed to be her fate!" Demon Lord: "SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO REDEEM ME!" Imperial Prince: "What do you MEAN she’s not interested in me anymore?!" System: "THIS IS NOT HOW THESE STORIES WORK." NB: Currently 6 worlds/arcs (more to come) Yuri/GL No harem Female alpha? Futa? Won't you find out. Updates weekly

Set against the neon hum of modern life, this is a story of tangled lies, bruised hearts, and the messy collision of revenge and redemption. Enter Liu Qingxi, who had always been overlooked by her own family and her biological parents. She was nothing more than a stain. But when the young master of Mo family pursues her, she finds herself caught in a whirlwind romance that feels almost too good to be true. To Mo Yexuan, the illegitimate daughter of Liu family was never meant to be anything more than a temporary distraction—a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred and only one question lingers: can a love born from deception ever stand on its own? Will their unravel emotions ruin everything or forge something no-one dared to imagine?

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

Many think of the afterlife, some think they will face the judgment of God, some think they will only fade away in the darkness of nothing or that they will be reicarnated in another world. Like any nerd and otaku, Kaio belived/hopped that will be the last option that would happened to hum when he died, and that's what happened to him, he just didn't expect it to turn into a dungeon. Now he will have to adapt quickly, if he want to survive in this new world, that seems like a mixture of a western fantasy world and eastern cultivation, as possibly the only Dungeon in the world.

Darkness hums lullabies in the dead of night, shadows dance where the walls should be. Footsteps echo, but no one walks, whispers breathe secrets only she can see. Blood drips like rain in her waking dreams, cold fingers trace the curve of her spine. Their eyes—silent, endless, hungry— watch her unravel, thought by thought, time after time. She runs. They follow. She screams. They laugh. She wakes, but the nightmare lingers— etched in crimson beneath her nails. They ask what she knows. She asks who she is. And somewhere in the silence, the truth watches… waiting to be seen. Shh… Don’t let them know.

Gods Game : Olympus: The Birth of a Miracle [Divine Realm ] The Chaos Pool had not stirred in millennia. It lay at the heart of Olympus, a swirling abyss of unformed divinity, forgotten by all but the oldest gods. The last time it had created something new, the world had been young, and gods had walked among mortals. But tonight, the Chaos Pool rippled. A golden light flickered deep within, and for the first time in ages, a new goddess was born. She was small—barely a child—with silver-white hair and eyes like shattered stardust. As she took her first breath, the air hummed, and the entire divine realm seemed to pause. Hecate, the goddess of magic, stepped forward, peering down at the newborn. Her expression was unreadable. "A child," one of the gods murmured. "But from what domain?" No one knew. The Chaos Pool had given no name, no purpose. All they knew was one thing: this girl was unlike any god before her. And Olympus had no idea what she would become. --- Mira’s POV I never win anything. Scratch that—I’m the type of person who could walk into a casino, bet on red, and somehow make the roulette wheel break. My luck is that bad. So when I got an email saying, "Congratulations! You have won an exclusive VR Pod!", my first instinct was to delete it. I didn’t enter any contest. I don’t even play VR games. But when the delivery truck actually showed up at my apartment, carrying a sleek, futuristic-looking pod with my name on it… well, curiosity won. That was my first mistake. The moment I stepped inside, the world around me flickered. My vision blurred. My body felt weightless, like I was being pulled somewhere far, far away. And when I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in my apartment anymore. I was lying on a stone floor, surrounded by towering figures in golden robes. A woman with glowing violet eyes—Hecate?—was staring down at me. "She’s awake," someone whispered. "The newborn goddess has arrived." My breath hitched. Newborn what? {Hello Player, Welcome to Gods Game} .

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." After breaking up with Halcyon, Elle thought she had left him—and their twisted love—behind. To escape the pain, she poured herself into writing a novel, shaping a world where she could control every twist of fate. Five years later, just as she struggles to name her finished story, she wakes up inside it. But the world isn’t as she wrote it. The characters have taken on lives of their own. And worst of all—she’s not the heroine she designed for herself, but a doomed nobody destined to die. When she comes face to face with Halcyon, the buried hatred resurfaces—but so does fear. He’s no longer the man she once knew. He’s colder, sharper, and hell-bent on keeping her by his side this time. No matter the cost. She tries to escape, but the world itself seems determined to pull her deeper into its schemes. Whispers of betrayal, assassins lurking in the shadows, and the terrifying realization that someone else is rewriting her story from the outside. To survive, Elle makes the one choice she swore she never would. "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." ---- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

He was Renher , the Emperor. At the pinnacle of power, wealth, and fame, he conquered kingdoms and led armies to glory,a legend forged in blood and conquest, fell not on the battlefield, but to the treacherous blade of the most unexpected encounter. With his beloved eagle as his only witness, he plunged into darkness. But death was not the end. A voice boomed, "System Awake!" and Renher found himself reborn, a strange system humming in his mind, in a world beyond his wildest dreams. Sunlight filtered through an alien forest, a constant pain in his head, and a cryptic message: "Don't regret this one, Chosen Emperor." Now, armed with a mysterious system and haunted by the ghosts of his past, Renher must fight to survive. He'll face demonic beasts, clash with powerful gods, and unravel the secrets of a world where betrayal and magic collide. Will he rise as a new legend, or will the shadows of his past consume him? Will he become a one-man army to avenge his betrayal, or will his second chance lead to an even greater war?

Ren Asano always dreamed of exploring the vast landscapes of his world, but life had other plans. As a forest officer, he spent his days navigating familiar woodlands, never able to chase the adventures he longed for. That is, until the day he died. When Ren wakes up beneath the shade of an unfamiliar tree, in a body younger than his own, he quickly realizes one thing—this isn’t his world. The towering forests, the crystal-clear lakes, and the distant villages seem untouched by modern civilization. But more than that, the air itself hums with an unfamiliar energy. Magic. Alone, lost, and unable to understand the language of the people around him, Ren is faced with a choice: struggle to survive in an unknown world or embrace the journey he was never able to take in his past life. With nothing but his wits, his knowledge of survival, and an insatiable curiosity, he sets out to explore this new world—one step at a time. A slow, immersive journey through a vast and mysterious land begins.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

I dropped it cause it was rejected lmao [Genesis System rebooting after 76 years of inactivity.] [Administrator Slot: Vacant.] [New Administrator Confirmed:—] The screen flickers. For a moment, the letters distort—glitching between gold and blood-red. A name appears. [Administrator Confirmed:—Elias Vaughn.] A sharp ringing fills my ears. The name means nothing to me, but the system hesitates. The text wavers, blurring, like it’s… realizing its mistake. Then, the letters dissolve. [Administrator Identity Error.] [Correcting…] [New Administrator Confirmed: Christian Arkwright.] A cold shiver crawls down my spine. I open my eyes, and the world isn’t mine. My breath catches—too soft, too light. My limbs ache, but they feel… small? My fingers curl. Slender. Pale. Delicate. This isn’t my body. The floating screen pulses again, words forming in golden light. [Primary Abilities Bestowed:] Creation Magic Spatial Manipulation Magic? My mind stutters, but before I can process it, another notification flashes. [Warning: You are a Deviant.] [Deviants are to be executed by royal decree.] [Status: In Hiding.] I freeze. No second chances. No learning curve. The moment someone discovers my power, I die. Then, the screen flickers again—this time, the text warps on its own. The golden glow dims, and a final message, faint and fragmented, pushes through. [If you are reading this… you are the last.] My pulse pounds in my ears. A soft static hums in the air. [The world has forgotten me, but you must not forget what I left behind.] [Survive. Learn. And when the time comes… create hope again.] Then—so quiet it’s almost lost in the noise—comes a whisper. “Welcome back, Elias.” A pause. A hesitation. The system flicks as if to correct itself. “…Welcome back, Christian.”

Ethan Ward was a nobody—a broke data clerk in the gritty city of Calverton, Solvara, on the planet Aetheris, scraping by on crumbs while the world kicked him down. Betrayed by bosses, abandoned by friends, and drowning in debt, he was ready to give up—until a freak lightning strike changed everything. Enter the Galactic Ascension System, an alien force that crash-lands into his life, granting him the power to multiply his wealth, unlock futuristic tech, and claim rewards beyond imagination: luxury cars, company shares, and blueprints that could reshape the world. From a measly paycheck exploding tenfold to driving an Astellon Vantage worth six figures, Ethan’s ascent begins with a single task—and a promise of more. But wealth comes with a price. Mysterious figures like the sharp-suited Vincent watch from the shadows, hinting at others who crave the system’s gifts. As Ethan flexes his newfound riches—humbling doubters, outsmarting rivals, and building an empire from nothing—he uncovers a web of secrets tying the system to forces far beyond Aetheris. In a city of glitz and grit, where drones hum above docks and skyscrapers pierce the sky, Ethan’s journey is just starting. Armed with cash, charisma, and cosmic power, he’ll slap down every foe, seize every opportunity, and rise from the ashes of his old life to claim the throne of a Wealth King. But with every reward, the stakes climb higher—and the galaxy’s eyes are watching. Will Ethan conquer Calverton and beyond, or will the system’s true cost drag him back to nothing?

Synopsis: "Tell me, Father, do you truly believe your God listens when you pray… or does He turn His ear away, knowing you already belong to me?" Father Andrien was a man of God—once. His faith was unwavering, his prayers unbroken, his soul unstained. Until the night he sinned. No one knew. No one saw. But he did. The stranger arrived at dusk, stepping into the dim candlelight of the chapel like he belonged there. Lucian. A name that dripped from his lips like an old hymn, his presence as familiar as the silence before a storm. "You called for me once, Father. Have you forgotten?" Andrien doesn’t remember. But the shadows do. The stones beneath his feet hum with the echoes of a prayer he was never meant to speak. A desperate plea made in the throes of grief, whispered to something that was listening. Now, the price must be paid. The holy water curdles at his touch. His rosary tightens around his throat. The walls of the church whisper his name in voices not of this world. And Lucian—Lucian watches. "You wear His cross, but your soul was promised to me. Shall we collect what was left unfinished?" A prophecy lost to time. A sin buried in blood. And a man of faith who prayed to the wrong god. The devil does not forget.

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

Seventeen-year-old Rin Asakura is tired. Tired of pretending, tired of hoping, and tired of waking up to another day that feels the same. On the surface, he is just another quiet student, drifting through high school unnoticed. But inside, he carries an unbearable weight—the fear of being forgotten, the pain of feeling useless, and the exhaustion of existing without purpose. His world is a cycle of loneliness and self-doubt, where every interaction feels like a performance. He used to believe things would get better, but now, he isn’t so sure. His only solace is in late-night walks, the quiet hum of the city, and the thought that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow won’t come. But then he meets Aoi, a girl who hides her own scars behind a bright smile. She seems untouchable, always laughing, always surrounded by people. Yet, Rin notices the way her hands tremble when she thinks no one is looking. And somehow, their paths keep crossing. As their fragile connection deepens, Rin starts to wonder—is it possible to share the weight of suffering? Or will opening up only make things worse? When the past comes crashing back and secrets unravel, Rin is forced to face the one question he’s been avoiding: Does he want to live, or does he just not want to die?

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.