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By the coast, a hundred-meter Star Gate shimmered with flowing light. Beyond the Star Gate, an army forged of steel stretched as far as the eye could see. Above the Sky Dome, squadrons of fighter jets streaked across, weaving an iron curtain. In the distant ocean, scores of aircraft carriers, destroyers, and frigates dotted the seascape, ready for action. All cannons were aimed at the figure who emerged from the Star Gate. "In the name of the Federation Command Center, I order you to stand down, or what awaits you is total war," said the voice. "War?" Gu Jinlai took a step forward, and his form swelled against the wind, in an instant growing from less than two meters tall to a colossal Chaos Demon God thousands of kilometers high, emitting the brilliance of a white dwarf star from his being, his own gravity causing thunder and lightning, as well as tsunamis and tides within a thousand-mile radius. He looked down... At the war weapons that seemed like toys. He reached out, and a hydrogen bomb fell into his hand. Within him, the electron-degenerate star core released Helium, Helium elements expanded, and the terrifying high temperature instantly caused Deuterium and Tritium, Hydrogen's isotopes, to fuse, the energy bursting forth, forming a blazing white brilliance on the ocean's surface that was like igniting a sun. Before this sun's energy could be released, he clapped his hands together, and the dazzling white, mixed with heat in the billions of degrees, was compressed and sealed within his palms, not a fragment escaping. "I think, you should choose peace." he suggested.

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

After losing her job, Wan Qian unexpectedly inherits the estate of an distant great-uncle—a remote countryside farm. She originally thought she could enjoy a leisurely rural life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. However, she soon discovers that the farm is unbelievably strange—animals on the farm produce crops, whispers rustle from the wardrobe at midnight, and what flows from the faucet is not clear water but thick red liquid… Even more absurd, interns who come to work always mysteriously "resign," leaving only a calm and composed butler who hands her a new labor contract with a smile every day. Faced with all this, Wan Qian optimistically rolls up her sleeves: "Alright then, running a farm isn't easy. I have to find a way to turn a profit." So, using outrageous workplace logic and farm management experience, she tames an eldritch god into a guard dog, hires a midnight butcher as a chef, and even enlists a faceless girl as an accountant… While others tremble in fear, she leisurely patrols the farmland: "No slacking off! If performance targets aren't met, your wages will be docked." Thus, a farm where "humans and ghosts and monsters" beings coexist is officially open for business! —Horror? Not at all. With the right job assignments, every ghost and monster can be a model corporate worker!

I stared at the shimmering stream, my vision blurred by the relentless flow of tears. My chest ached, my frustration bubbling over. "You wouldn't understand!" I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of my pain. "I don’t want to." His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. I whipped around, glaring at him. Rude jerk. I let out a bitter hiss, hugging my arms around myself. "I hate my life." He said nothing. That silence only made it worse. I scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. My life was never perfect, but now... now it can never be." "It doesn’t need to be." His voice was calmer this time, steady. I turned to him, my lip trembling. "Why not? Everyone else gets to be happy. Why can’t I?" His dark eyes softened as he exhaled. "I’m not happy. And I’m far from perfect. We’re just two imperfect people existing in the same timeline." Somehow, his words reached me, settling deep in my heart. I sniffled, forcing a shaky laugh. "Trust me, we’re not even in the same timeline to begin with." His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, as if he saw straight through me. Ignoring my words, he stepped closer. "It’s okay." His voice was almost a whisper. "We can be two imperfect beings in this imperfect world, making imperfect choices." His hand brushed against mine—warm, grounding. "But," he continued, "the most perfect life has been is the time spent with you." My breath hitched. My heart stilled. I blinked up at him, stunned. Shit. I hissed under my breath, looking away. What the hell was I supposed to do with that.. information? *** Ginny was just an ordinary woman—until she woke up in a historical Korean setting as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic fate. Trapped in a world of palace intrigue, power struggles, and an infuriatingly handsome yet equally frustrating man, she must navigate her way through a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. But Ginny refuses to let fate dictate her life. If the script says she’s the villain, then she’ll rewrite her role—one dramatic scene at a time.

Year 2024, Shanghai's Lujiazui Skyline Lin Santou, a food delivery rider navigating the neon-lit canyons of Shanghai's financial district, never expected his mundane life to intersect with cosmic horror. But when his vision suddenly fractured during a routine delivery, he glimpsed the truth - the so-called cultivators of this world were not ascended beings, but Cthulhu-aligned parasites burrowing beneath human skulls. The ancient bronze sword that had pierced the sun three years ago had not been a meteorite. Its jagged blade, still suspended in the stratosphere, pulsed with eldritch energy that warped reality itself. Those who claimed to have ascended to immortality were merely hosts for the Deep Ones - their neural pathways now conduits for alien consciousness. "Enlightenment is a prison," whispered the spectral figure that materialized before Lin Santou's trembling eyes. The entity's form defied comprehension, its silhouette flickering between human and something far more ancient. "The true cultivation system is a meat grinder. Your so-called 'flying immortals' are nothing but bait for the Old Ones." As the sky above Lujiazui darkened with unnatural storm clouds, Lin Santou's newly awakened Eye of Profound Mysteries burned with forbidden knowledge. Beneath the shimmering holograms of skyscrapers, the city's pulse quickened to a rhythm that matched the throbbing heart of R'lyeh. This was no ordinary conspiracy. The financial district's glass towers concealed temples where bankers chanted eldritch hymns, their stock trades secretly funding the resurrection of pre-human gods. Even the delivery app on his phone pulsed with subliminal sigils - a digital为空白 (blank) that led not to restaurants, but to thresholds between dimensions. Lin Santou's hands shook as he gripped the handlebars of his electric bike. The city he'd always known was a facade. Beneath the surface of Shanghai's relentless modernity churned an ocean of madness, where even the air itself carried the whispers of cosmic predators.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

When a shimmering portal tears through the heart of London, disgorging legions of dragon-riding knights and mythical beasts, the United Kingdom faces an unprecedented crisis. Amid the ashes of Buckingham Palace and the rubble of Parliament, Captain Alastair Reid—a battle-scarred veteran of Afghanistan—leads a ragtag coalition of Royal Marines, rogue historians, and disillusioned politicians into the fantastical "Special Region." But this realm of warring elves, scheming sorcerers, and ancient gods is no passive medieval playground. As Reid navigates blood-soaked alliances and geopolitical brinkmanship, he uncovers a chilling truth: the Gate’s creators are watching, and humanity’s survival hinges on a choice—conquer or collaborate.

Lu Yun woke up one day to find himself a young hunter in the Spirit Martial Prefecture of Ling Province in Morigin. With demon beasts rampant and the Hundred Sects standing strong, watch as Lu Yun uses his attribute panel to enhance his cultivation technique, grow stronger, and travel across the universe.

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

During the 80th birthday banquet of the Ye family patriarch, Nan Zhifeng arrived holding her one-year-old child, searching for the child's father. The eyes of the crowd swept over the patriarch's three grandsons: the eldest had just married into the Meng family less than a month ago; the second had become paraplegic due to a car accident in his youth and lived a reclusive life; the third was a reckless playboy, racking up numerous romantic debts... Everyone suspected the child was the youngest’s. The butler readied to make arrangements for a paternity test. At that moment, a voice rang out, "No need for a test, the child is mine." Everyone looked up in shock. The speaker was none other than Ye Zhantian, the late-born son of the Ye family patriarch. The young uncles of the three lords. The current power-holder of the Ye Group.

"Among the shimmering stars, darkness begins to rise… and only one spacefaring cat can stop it!" Astrocat, a mysterious humanoid feline, embarks on a perilous journey across the universe in search of the Reliquim Core, a legendary artifact that holds the key to his forgotten past. But this quest is far from easy! From the deadly jungles of Planet Verdalis, the raging sandstorms of Planet Nebula, to the war-torn infernos of Planet Inferno Prime, Astrocat faces countless challenges. Alongside Luna, a valiant warrior from the Sky Kingdom, and Astrodog, a ruthless war commander turned rival, they hunt for the ancient relics that could either save or doom the entire universe. But the greatest threat is not the monstrous creatures lurking in the shadows of the galaxy. The Void, a sinister entity controlling the darkness, is preparing to awaken Dimention, a reality-consuming force capable of erasing entire worlds in an instant. As the truth about Astrocat’s destiny and his connection to the cosmic artifacts begins to unravel, a choice must be made… Will Astrocat save the galaxy, or will he become part of its destruction? An action-packed intergalactic adventure filled with epic battles, cosmic mysteries, and the fate of the universe hanging in the balance!

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...

[PARTS 100/100 PUBLISHED] [PARTS 4/100 REVISED AND EDITED] ⭐ Ranked #1 on Wattpad for "Cosmic Horror" and "Thought-provoking" Categories ⭐ Artwork for this novel is available on the Official DeviantArt Page here: https://www.deviantart.com/aizarikijaz ~ "EXISTENTIAL WOES", a song composed for this book and intended to be used for the trailer once its finished, is available on Spotify and Apple Music here: https://open.spotify.com/album/7ca13sfaeFENraFqAMNR1i?si=w612hymRSK2fC1xhFc146g https://music.apple.com/us/album/existential-woes-ep/1779593223 ~ The Official Instagram Page for "The Book of Abbadon" can be visited here: https://www.instagram.com/bookofabbadon/profilecard/?igsh=M2NyYnRuZm9iOHE= ... ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This story is targeted towards young adults and it contains Mature Content such as: - Vulgar Language - Graphic Depictions of Violence and Gore - Graphic Depictions of Sex and Nudity - Potentially Offensive Religious Themes You must be at least 18 years or older in order to read this story, and by reading it, you do so at your own risk. Reader's discretion is advised.

Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital In a futuristic metropolis, technology has transcended human imagination. Modified metallic prostheses, intelligent AI companions, brain-embedded neural networks, and sprawling virtual spaces create a world that feels almost magical. Diseases like cancer, once feared, are now trivial thanks to nano-medical robots. Yet beneath these marvels lurks a new threat—a creeping form of cyber-psychosis that erodes minds and souls. Our story follows Kestrel , a former corporate elite turned dissident. With a prosthetic body shimmering in neon light, he roams the city’s dangerous fringes. On a rain-soaked night atop a high-rise, as he surveys a dazzling yet distorted skyline, he asks, “What is capitalism?” This question is both a critique of old social orders and a call to awaken those numbed by high-tech splendor. Soon, Kestrel embarks on a perilous journey into cyberspace with his advanced AI companion, Victoria. In this digital labyrinth, data streams hide secrets; memories can be stolen and identities rewritten, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Together, they uncover a staggering conspiracy: colossal corporations covertly implant neural networks into people’s minds, manipulating thoughts and establishing total control over society. The narrative begins with the chapter “Awakening,” where vivid imagery of neon-lit streets and rain intermingled with laser beams sets a mesmerizing scene. Kestrel’s inner monologue reveals deep discontent with a world that is outwardly vibrant yet internally decaying. He recalls a simpler time while questioning if the human spirit can endure under the dehumanizing grip of technology. Is the cost of progress the loss of our very selves? As events unfold, Kestrel becomes entangled with an underground network orchestrated by corporate elites. This hidden collective arms rebels and exposes the grim truth at humanity’s core. Each cyber intrusion and virtual clash plunges him deeper into isolation and fear, even as Victoria begins to show signs of independent consciousness. Her struggle to blend logic with emerging emotions adds complexity to their mission. Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital is more than a high-octane cyberpunk adventure filled with chases and confrontations; it is a profound exploration of freedom, power, and the nature of reality. As Kestrel’s rebellion and Victoria’s quest for self-awareness ignite a movement, the novel challenges us to question what it means to be truly free in a world where technology is both a tool for progress and a weapon of control. A thrilling journey awaits.

Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges. Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale. But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate. ***** ~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~ The closer I got, the more I realized it was a full grown naked man. What? A man? How was the dragon a man? Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of him. What was wrong with me? Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood? Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible. “Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. He was breathtaking! His lashes were white and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color. “Ingrid,” he breathed out my name and my eyes widened in wonder at the fact that he knew my name.

The classroom was already half-full when he arrived. As usual, nobody met his eyes. He slumped into his seat, pulled out his phone, and— The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air—all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh, wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I… what?" "I said no. I’m not interested in whatever quest or destiny you’re selling. Pick someone else." The goddess’s perfect features creased in confusion. "But… but you’ve been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don’t care about your prophecy. I’ve got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world’s issues to the mix. Now unfreeze time and leave me alone." "You don’t understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King’s armies! Millions will die without—" "Sounds like a you problem." He turned back to his phone, though the screen remained frozen like everything else. The goddess’s confusion shifted to anger. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. "You dare dismiss a divine messenger so casually? Perhaps I should demonstrate the gravity of the situation."

Neko entered the world as a fragile soul, his delicate frame and frail constitution making him an easy target for ridicule. From the moment he could walk, whispers and jeers followed him like shadows. But amidst the cruelty, there was one unwavering light—his sister, Nakemi. With her bunny-like features, soft ears twitching at every sound, she stood as his fierce protector, shielding him from the world’s harshness. While others saw weakness, Nakemi saw strength in her brother, a quiet resilience that others were too blind to notice. The world itself was once ordinary, until the day an ancient god, seething with rage, unleashed a curse upon the land. The curse twisted reality, warping people into hybrids of myth and beast. Some grew wings, others sprouted tails, and a rare few were gifted with extraordinary powers. Chaos reigned as the mutated struggled to adapt, and monstrous creatures, born of the curse, roamed the land with a singular purpose: destruction. In the midst of this turmoil, Emperor Shang-hi rose as a beacon of order. He summoned all those who had been granted powers, forming an elite team to protect the kingdom. With their combined strength, he erected a colossal resistance shield, a shimmering barrier that safeguarded the land from the horrors beyond. His son, Prince Han, was among the chosen—a natural leader with a commanding presence and a power that radiated like the sun. He was tasked with leading the team, though his heart harbored a secret he dared not reveal: a growing affection for Neko, the frail boy with angelic wings and a quiet determination. Neko’s mutation had transformed him in ways no one could have predicted. From his back sprouted pristine white wings, soft as clouds and radiant with an otherworldly glow. A golden halo hovered above his head, and a third eye, mysterious and all-seeing, appeared on his forehead. Yet, despite these divine features, his body remained fragile, his strength limited. His sister, Nakemi, had become a nimble bunny-girl, her agility and speed unmatched, but her protective instincts toward Neko only grew stronger. When Neko joined the power sect, he was thrust into a world of rigorous training. Swords, bows, and other weapons became his daily companions. To everyone’s surprise, Neko showed an aptitude for the bow, his aim precise and steady, and a modest skill with the sword. But his teammates were far from kind. They mocked his slender frame, taunted his weakness, and dismissed him as a liability. Only Prince Han saw beyond the surface, his admiration for Neko’s quiet perseverance deepening with each passing day. As the team trained and prepared for the battles ahead, the threat of the cursed monsters loomed ever closer. These creatures, twisted and malevolent, sought only to destroy, their very existence a testament to the ancient god’s wrath. Neko, despite his physical limitations, carried a resolve that burned brighter than any flame. He would prove himself, not just to his teammates, but to the world—and perhaps, in doing so, he would uncover the true extent of the power hidden within his fragile form. The stage was set for a tale of courage, love, and redemption, where the weakest would rise to become the strongest, and where the bonds of family and loyalty would be tested against the darkness of a cursed world.

Nothing mattered more than anything than how precious little time twelve-year-old Larry Nightglade was to him. All of his life, he couldn’t believe how much time has kept him prisoner against his own free will. Larry barely made it through middle school with his best friend, Albert Alexander, who knew how important keeping track of lost time was not meant to keep them alive after surviving middle school. After coming home from a Halloween costume party with his best friend, Albert Alexander from school, the two boys don’t realize just how bad they suck at telling time. It seemed everything was normal. Except, somebody or something had cursed the time to froze every person’s clocks at midnight on Halloween, that night coming home from the party. Nobody in Supernaturalville can tell the morning daylight times from the late night sunsets. Larry and Alex don’t care. They’re just happy they don’t have to go to school anymore in the darkness of the night. And it seems the total eclipse of the sun on the children’s Halloween party, caused the grown-ups to forget about their everyday lives at their jobs. And stay home to take order of control of their lives with their loved ones. Before Larry and his best friend Albert can break the curse of their darkened town, to unfreeze the Midnight Time Keeper from ending the existence of time after Halloween, forever!

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

A man(Night) and a woman(Day) are transported to a new world where at night, men become Werewolves, and at Day Women become Fairy's. Only the hour of the sunset is allowed for men and women to mate, where both Night and Day intersect. After the two fall in love. They set out on a quest to return to their human bodies forever.

Getting sent to another world is not something on Theli to-do list but I guess whoever summoned her had other plans in mind. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- M_vortex_of_storms I don't remember the password for that account so you can read the way of the sun here

[Warning: Mature content, R18, Harem, Monster Girls, No NTR, No Rape ] He was a prostitute who had a simple dream. Living in peace, going to college and getting a good job like an average man of his age. But when he decided to leave his old life behind and pursue his dream, he was killed by demons. But he got a second chance as a dragon king in a different world. A world filled with monsters and strange tribes that he had never seen before. As the protector of that foreign world, he tried his best to regain his power before the other tribes realized it. Then ... he discovered the secret of the Dragon King's power was he must build a harem ... ------------ Discord chanel: https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG Cover by commission Demigods-4 from Deviantart Other works: *The Incubus System *Seven Sins System *Dark Moon: Rise of The Dark King *Demon Lord's Succubus (Completed)

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans Website: indrascans.site Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

While visiting the Serengeti to fulfill her late grandfather’s dream of witnessing the Great Migration, Donna suffers a painful injury and is rushed away from the site. Heartbroken and in agony, she fears she’ll miss the event entirely—until a gruff yet kind driver encourages her not to give up. Racing against time, the two return just in time to witness the breathtaking migration. As Donna holds a photo of her grandfather, the driver reveals he too is honoring a lost loved one—his daughter, whose name was Love. Together, they find healing and peace under the golden Serengeti sunset.

Kael was an ordinary young man, living a monotonous life in his world until the day he woke up in **Eryndor**, a realm where magic flows through glowing crystals and the sky shimmers in shades of purple and gold. With no memory of how he got there, he discovers he is the only one who can sense the energy of these crystals—a power that could either save or destroy the world. Guided by **Lira**, a sarcastic and mysterious warrior, Kael embarks on a dangerous journey to unravel the secrets of Eryndor. Meanwhile, the **Order of Shadows**, a powerful and sinister organization, is determined to capture him, believing he is the key to controlling the realm's magic. As Kael learns to harness his newfound abilities, he must face shadowy creatures, unexpected betrayals, and his own unknown past. What he doesn’t know is that his arrival in Eryndor was no accident—he was **called** to fulfill an ancient prophecy, and the fate of the realm rests in his hands. In a world where magic is fading and the crystals are being corrupted, Kael will have to choose: save Eryndor or return home. But in a place where nothing is as it seems, the line between hero and villain may be thinner than he imagines.

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

Sunsets Last Date: Bitersweet Nostalgia A romantic atory about a suicidal boy and a simple yet anxious girl who've been through their personal traumas in the past before meeting each other. The more they got to know each other, the more they realized that they could relate more with each other more than they ever could with others, despite their personal conflicts to understand each other.

Felix has been carrying a torch for Gray, his childhood love, for as long as he can remember. After they graduated, Gray mysteriously cut off all communication, leaving Felix confused and heart wrenched. His friend, trying to help him move on, introduces Felix to her cousin Matthew, a silent, but charming Englishman who found his way onto Philippine soil. Matthew is everything Felix didn’t expect. As their friendship blossoms into something deeper, Felix begins to wonder if he can finally move past Gray. But just when things seem to be falling into place, Felix discovers that Gray is also attending Northerners University. Suddenly, Felix’s once-uncomplicated feelings become a tangled mess, as he finds himself torn between the nostalgia of his unspoken love for Gray and the fresh excitement of his budding romance with Matthew. With both men now a part of his campus life...things are bound to swirl around unexpected changes.

Check out my new novel: My Seven Beautiful Sins! °°°°° In a distant future, seven centuries after the cataclysmic mana storm, the world of Gaïa transformed into a realm infused with magic. The fabric of reality shifted, revealing the manifestation of stats, skills, and levels through ethereal windows, visible to all. A new era emerged, where humanity awoke to the concept of Classes, bestowing upon them unique abilities and the potential for greatness. However, only the truly exceptional would ascend to seize the Throne in this extraordinary Era of Players. Noah uttered profound words, his eyes shimmering with an unearthly force. "Life itself is akin to a prison, but fear not, for I, Death, shall set you free.'' °°° Discord: https://discord.com/invite/qxK8vcpF

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning.