Hum Saath Saath Hain Dialogues

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.

NOTE: Vol.2-6 chapters are LONG (revisions pending). Total normal chapter count would be ~500 (as of Feb. 2025). When college physics student Mizuki Hakuto faces the obligatory bus-kun death of all isekai protagonists, he's brought face-to-face with a divine entity. When not mocking Mizuki, the so-called godling explains the nature of the universe – gods, godlings, mythical beasts, and more. Most importantly, magic is real. Just...not on Earth. Inspired by Earth's manga and having a penchant for drama, the godling offers him the opportunity to experience these things on a different world. The world is ruled by a strange god that treats it like a divine petri dish, and it's filled with interesting creatures the god collected from all across the universe. The god of this strange planet seems welcoming and helpful at first, but Mizuki quickly realizes that all is not as it seems in the magical world of Azura. Wielding science and newfound sorcery, Mizuki investigates the fundamental laws of magic, the nature of the divine, and more, but his progress is watched in secret by powerful forces. As he gains knowledge and power, and his darker nature is revealed, will the gods sit idly by? FAQ: Q – What's the overall tone of this story? A – It seems pretty lighthearted at first, but the trajectory of the story makes it progressively darker. I'd say the story takes itself fairly serious at times, but the characters' personalities lend to plenty of comedic dialogue. Especially in the lull between major events. Q – Isekai tropes? A – Yes. Some are leaned into, some are mocked, but most make an appearance in some form. Q – Is the MC's prior life relevant? A – Yes! The MC relies heavily on knowledge specific to Earth, and especially his science background. The MC trying to reconcile his scientific understanding from Earth with this newfound variable of magic is a major theme of the story. Q – How is the MC isekai'd? Is he reincarnated? A – In the most tropey way possible, of course. He gets hit by a bus. After dying, he's resurrected in his original body and sent to another world as an adult. Q – Is there slavery in this isekai? A – Yes, and it's not a pretty industry. However, the MC detests the slavery on Azura. The story won't shy away from the effect it has on the lives of those the MC meets. This will not be one of those stories where the MC virtue signals about how bad slavery is, but inexplicably keeps slaves of their own and it's painted as 'good' because the slaves are 'treated well'. Q – Is the MC overpowered? A – Absolutely, but this will change much later, as the story progresses. Q – Is this another self-insert isekai story? A – I certainly think it's true that the MC lacks personality early on in the series – it takes a while to learn much about his personal life on Earth or personality. We're watching an MC who seems to be a reactionary person on Earth, just going through the motions, necessarily develop more of a sense of self in a world where his actions are more consequential. Q – You tagged this as 'romance'...is there a harem? A – Yup. It takes a long time for the second romance to happen, and the harem always remains very small, but eventually it happens.

The ancient celestial court lies in ruins, and the once-mighty immortals have fallen into slumber. As time passes and the world changes, the ancient tales exist only in myths. Thousands of years later, the ruins of the celestial court rise above the heavens once more, and the sleeping immortals begin to awaken... A headless deity wanders through the void, and a rusted iron staff hums with sorrow. The distance between the divine and the mortal grows ever closer. As the hearts of men burn with the flames of desire, daring to approach the gods... A lunatic drives his carriage through the wasteland, becoming a taboo whispered among the people.

Caspian es el heredero de Moonstone Pack, pero cuando sus padres mueren, le engañan quitándole su derecho de nacimiento y es tratado como un prisionero. Decide dejarlo todo, huyendo a Haines City para empezar una nueva vida. Sus planes se ven truncados de inmediato cuando es secuestrado y subastado, y es comprado por nada menos que uno de los Reyes de la Mafia que gobiernan la ciudad, Asher Knight. Asher se quitó la chaqueta, la pesada prenda cayendo al suelo con un golpe audible. Caspian observó esto con aprensión, el Rey de la Mafia, Asher, parecía enorme con la chaqueta puesta, y sin ella, no había mucha diferencia. "Ven aquí", ordenó con calma, los pendientes en sus oídos visibles con su cabello rojo oscuro peinado hacia atrás. Caspian negó con la cabeza otra vez, no tenía ninguna intención de hablar, nunca. Porque eso solo revelaría su género. "No me gusta repetirme, Omega.", su voz se oscureció. El corazón de Caspian latía dolorosamente en su pecho por el miedo, realmente no quería acercarse al Alfa. Miró la ventana anhelante antes de obligarse a dar un paso adelante, luego otro y otro...

[Warning: Mature content for adult audiences only (above age 18)] To be a superhero, you don't need misfortune, forced experiment, second chance after death or death of your loved ones. All you need is to listen your to heart. Eron Moon was one such super who became a superhero with his superpower "fantasy" and mechanical skills, only to build his harem full of superbabes. But, will he be only a selfish playboy? Or the best superhero ever? Peek in his adult tale in a world of supers. [Please the complete synopsis so you can find reasons to read this book.] ... Other Tags: Harem, superpowers, MILF, adult dialogues, R18, symbiotes, vampires, wolves, witches, magic, cultivation, metaphysics, mutants etc. The cover is devoted to MC's super mom. A/N: MC won't be cheated. But there will be women with with their own harem (with multiple men). All characters above age 18. No manipulation, mind control or forced sexual activity.

Ha-eun, a jaded physics student drowning in debt and familial guilt, stumbles upon an antique shop that shouldn’t exist. There, she buys a mysterious cube—a relic that hums with the resonance of dead stars. Ignoring the owner’s cryptic warning (“Some truths dissolve the soul”), she touches it… and is torn into a liminal hell between dimensions. Trapped in a realm where time fractures, Ha-eun witnesses agonizing echoes of her life: her mother pleading with police, her father weeping at a makeshift shrine, and versions of herself thriving in happier timelines. But this purgatory is no passive prison. Hostile entities, born from swallowed civilizations and lost travelers, hunt her. To survive, she fights, adapts… and mutates. Millennia pass. Her skin hardens into a galaxy-veined carapace. Her hair bleaches white as forgotten constellations. The cube’s power sustains her, but each transformation erases another memory—her childhood, her name, the sound of her brother’s laugh. When she discovers other trapped souls, including a charming, half-mad alien warrior and a spectral version of the antique dealer himself, Ha-eun faces an impossible choice: Escape by damning another to take her place. Or ascend as the cube’s eternal guardian—a cosmic deity stripped of everything human. But as she uncovers the cube’s true purpose—a device forged to devour dying universes—Ha-eun realizes her survival could doom countless realities. Including her own.

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?

"Ah so this is what Karma feels like? A cruel death for killing my father?"- Charles. He who died in the footsteps of his Father. Life was a battlefield for Edward, A man who fought all his life. He started from the bottom, dirt poor, became an orphan, but he grew on his own, strived and worked hard and built himself a comfortable life. A Wife, Children, Money, everything. But everything changes when He dies in a car accident on his way from work. He then opens his eyes to find himself in a world different from his own. ["I'm-- I'm a baby??!!"] -------------------------------------------------------- Western Fantasy.✅ swords n magic.✅ Horse riding and carriages.✅ Emperor and Nobles.✅ Cold and Ruthless mc. ✅ READ THE PROLOGUE, EVEN IF IT'S LONG AND HAS LITTLE TO NO DIALOGUE IT'LL MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND THE MAIN CHARACTER BETTER, HAHA. He's definitely not gonna be op from birth. [wink wink] NO HAREM, he does everything he can to get back to his wife on earth(he thinks he'll find her, lmao) WARNING: this is my first REAL novel after doing research and stuff, so don't expect genius God-like writing, but I will do my best. ACADEMY ARC ✅ WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? READ IT! It'll take a while for him to become stupidly OP but bare with me, I'm cooking something up. The pacing might be slow, fast, draggy at times but just wait, it'll definitely scratch that itch. I'll update Everyday, like a chapter or two a day, depending on my mood. 1100 - 1500 words per chapter. No Harem. Barely any Romance. Real Action begins after the first and second arc. He doesn't become instantly stronger than everyone. Expect a LOT of pov switch to give you a better reading experience down the line.

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.

On dit que les contraires s'attirent, c'est un mensonge. Les contraires se tuent ! Quand un sang chaud rencontre un autre sang chaud, les choses sont destinées à brûler. C'est exactement ce qui se passe lorsque la princesse elfique arrogante et fière, Neriah du royaume d'Avelah, est forcée d'épouser le prince dragon effronté, Barak du royaume de Trago. Le but de Neriah est de s'échapper un jour de son mariage et de s'enfuir avec l'amour de sa vie, Lyle des Niles. Tandis que Barak fera tout pour la garder comme épouse. Neriah est certaine qu'elle est amoureuse d'un autre, mais elle est également certaine que personne ne peut allumer la passion que son mari apporte. Son mari qu'elle déteste plus que tout. La flamme de la passion peut-elle être tirée de la haine ? Cette même passion peut-elle brûler les murs de mensonges, de trahison et de blessures ? Ses cendres peuvent-elles se transformer en amour ?

A mission: a love kiss. " Wait..What? My mission is getting a kiss from a girl" Mira chocked on the noodles. "I'll choose to die rather than kissing her. Love kiss, my ass...." Trapped in a cycle of impossible journeys, Mira is stuck into the dazzling world of Mint, a Thai actress who holds the key to her liberation. But what if the kiss is not the end? What if it's only the beginning? What if the teleportation is not a curse, but a key to something far more profound? With every stolen glance and every heart-stopping encounter, Mira must decide: will she embrace the impossible, or will she succumb to the secrets that threaten to unravel her very existence? ################## #18+ , #yuri , #haream. #girlslove. #LGBTQ , #fantasyromance warning ⚠️ I won't recommend people who are age under 18 to read this cause it's have many 18+ rated incidents. yes it's have a little Haram. it's a GL story. this story dialogues have little strong bad words. I've told everything about this story so don't say I didn't warned you.

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.

“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

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.

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.

For 2,500 years, the city of Brebos has stood silent—its people vanished without a trace, leaving only empty streets and lingering whispers. Now, strange disturbances have begun once more, and The Circle Enforcers, an elite investigative force, are sent to uncover the truth. Veteran enforcers Gean and Lora arrive in Brebos, expecting another routine case. But as they push deeper into the haunted ruins and twisting forests, they realize something unnatural is at work. Their fellow enforcers disappear one by one, unseen figures move in the darkness, and the very air hums with whispers from the past. A single message echoes through the city: "It sees you." With their escape routes vanishing and reality itself beginning to shift around them, Gean and Lora must unravel the city’s secret before it consumes them. But the deeper they dig, the more they realize—Brebos was never truly abandoned. Something is still here. And it doesn’t want them to leave.

“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.

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.

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." 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?".....

For as long as Reon could remember, his life had been a monotonous cycle of solitude. A loner to the core, he buried himself in his studies and part-time jobs just to get by. No family. No friends. No joy. No sorrow. Just an empty existence. But fate had other plans. Reon suddenly found himself transmigrated into the world of a novel he had read, all because of a complaint about the Protagonist. However, he wasn’t reborn as the protagonist, a powerful supporting character or even a notable figure. No, fate had saddled him with the most pitiful role imaginable: A Villain! No, he wasn’t the villain who sparked fear to everyone or the rival who challenged the protagonist’s growth. No, he was that guy—the one who gets a single line of dialogue before being obliterated, his only purpose to highlight the hero’s strength. The kind of character readers would roll their eyes at and skip over without a second thought. Yes, he had become that kind of background character—cannon fodder, a disposable pawn, a nameless lackey serving under a third-rate villain! The worst kind of cliché—a spineless dog for a spoiled young master from a powerful family, wagging his tail at every order. The one whose destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death long before the main story even began. How could fate be so cruel? So petty?! But Reon wasn’t about to accept this. Not again. This time he wasn’t the Reon who had wasted away his first life. A world once confined to the pages of a novel had become his reality—a realm where strength commands respect, and the weak are trampled underfoot like insignificant ants. If this world wanted him to live like a dog and die like a stepping stone, it was dead wrong. This time, Reon resolved to live life to the fullest—to fight, to laugh, to love, to revel in the chaos of this fantasy world filled with magic, swords, and cultivation. No one would stop him from seizing his happiness. Not Fate. Not the so-called Protagonists. Not even Heaven itself. And if anyone dared to stand in his way? He would break the rules, exploit the extras, manipulate the main characters, and twist the very fabric of the story to serve his own ends. He would plunder the opportunities meant for the protagonist, destroy threats before they could rise, and rewrite his destiny with his own hands—whatever it took to carve out his path to survive. Would the main characters suffer? Who cares? Would the story change? Even better. This time, he would live without regrets. A glass of wine in one hand, a woman in the other, and unshakable strength beneath his feet. That was the plan… until the system arrived. . . . [Ding! The Host has awakened the Heaven Plundering System! If the host wishes to survive in this world, he must kill Heaven’s Child.] . . . WHAAT! . . . --------------------WARNING------------------- . . . . If you prefer a dense, shy, beta, submissive protagonist, then this novel is not for you. Here, the main character will be Domineering, Ruthless, Calm, Intelligent, Cunning, and Alpha-type—caring only for his loved ones while remaining cold toward the rest of the world. Additionally, female leads will be Strong, Intelligent, and Loyal—not merely waiting for the main character to come and rescue them like a fairytale prince. The harem in this story will be large, with each member being capable and equally important to the plot. Every character will have their own significance and development, contributing meaningfully to the story. . . . NO NTR!! NO YURI!! NO FUTA!! NO YAOI!! . . . [There will be smut scenes in later chapters, it will be marked as (R-18) beside the headline. Minors, please exercise caution.] . . . °°°°The story will unfold at a slower pace, so I encourage fellow Daoists to be patient and support me on this journey. If you have any suggestions or ideas, feel free to share them in the comments. I will consider adding them if I find them truly good.°°°°

I am an extra. That is an undeniable fact. As a mere extra in a fantasy world filled with sparkling heroes, charming princesses, and mysterious antagonists, my existence is merely to serve as a backdrop for them. But I, Arkan, will not remain silent! Why be satisfied with being ordinary, when I can be extraordinary? In this world, I might be just a herb shopkeeper who doesn't even get to be in the main dialogue. But somehow, my life began to change after I accidentally obtained an Artifact That Extra Characters Should Not Be Able to Have. Now, with a power that invites more trouble than anything else, I struggle to avoid the attention of the main characters... or steal their attention?

[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

AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES BOOK 1# CAPTIVE MATE BOOK 2# RUNAWAY MATE BOOK 3# DANGEROUS MATE -+- Caspian is the heir to Moonstone Pack but when his parents die, he’s cheated out of his birthright and treated like a prisoner. He decides to leave, running off to Haines City to start a new life. His plans are instantly cut short when he's kidnapped and auctioned off, and he is bought by none other than one of the Mafia Kings running the city, Asher Knight. -+- Asher shrugged his coat off, the heavy outfit falling to the ground with an audible thud. Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn’t much of a difference. “Come here,” He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back. Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Omega.” His voice darkened. Caspian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn’t want to get anywhere near the Alpha. He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another… +- THIS IS AN 18+ MAFIA STORY SO IT WILL INCLUDE VIOLENT AND MATURE THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION.

The MC transmigrates into Narutoverse in the body of a civilian orphan. Luckily for him, the transmigration results in chakra being unlocked. Follow the story of the MC as he grows in power and stabilizes himself into the world of ninjas and trains to be the strongest.  Warning :  1. The MC won't be op for a long time. All his power would be gained via hard work and training over years (so if u want an op mc right from the word go, this one ain't for you) 2. No harem (probably no romance either) 3. There will be a lot of killing (maybe gore too, not sure if I can do gore right though) 4. The story will start slow. Quite a few of initial chapters will be around training, orphanage and academy life, instead of directly becoming a Genin. 5. MC is a careful person, he won't put his life at risk unless there is no other choice. 6. I haven't read (nor will be reading) Baruto. So Baruto plotline won't be considered much in here. What to expect : 1. Smart and consistent MC  2. Lots of training 3. MC manipulating the plot to his advantage 4. A lot of original arcs.  5. Plot will mostly stay the same (at least till Shippuden), but I won't repeat any scenes/dialogues that took place in the manga (as I'm assuming you've already read it). Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or its characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover isn't mine and belongs to R. J PS : It's my first fanfic, I'm hoping it turns out good. All reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome. Grammar and English should be fine, but I'm not sure how good the dialogues and scenarios will be. Hopefully I'll improve as this fanfic progresses forward.

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.

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.

When God offers you three wishes, what would be your wish. When Ray Crown was browsing the internet on his free time, a sudden dialogue appeared on his monitor. Ray naturally thought it was an advertisement or a bug and pressed exit but there was no result. the screen dialogue was still there. Seeing that there was no immediate solution, he regrets using his office desktop for his entertainment. After thinking for a few seconds, ray helplessly started answering the quiz. After mental struggle btw cultivation and strong body which both are in golden color, he chooses strong body. Even if he chooses cultivation, in what age we are and how come we still talk about cultivation. As a responsible citizen and A+ grade student we should think practically. As for the second option there are options such as talisman master, alchemist, formation, wizard spell learning, spirit eye etc... he chose spirit eye. As for the last wish, Ray chose the only golden option 3) generate all kinds of currency and clicked submission. After few seconds of submission, the dialogue box closed, and he got control of his system back. Greeting the ancestor of the person who hacked his computer in various languages, he immediately resumed his work so he could leave to his house faster. As soon as he finished his work, ray packed his stuff and left to his home. On the way he bought his dinner and entered his house. After entering his house, he was shocked to find he was not in his house but in wild jungle and door he just entered has disappeared.

The earth remembers, and so does she. Orphaned and hunted, Elara flees, pursued by shadows, while a strange resonance hums beneath her skin, a secret she must learn to understand to survive.

Once every hundred years, when the moon turns crimson, a mysterious masquerade ball appears deep within the enchanted forest. Legends whisper that those who attend may never return—or worse, they may never be the same again. Lena, a fearless young woman with a longing for adventure, discovers an eerie invitation left on her windowsill. Drawn by an unseen force, she follows the glowing lanterns into the heart of the woods, where a grand palace awaits. Inside, masked guests dance in mesmerizing harmony beneath the blood-red moon, their beauty both breathtaking and unnerving. Among them is Adrian, a captivating yet sorrowful stranger who sweeps Lena into his arms for a dance she will never forget. But as the night unfolds, the illusion begins to crack. The guests cast no shadows, the air hums with whispers of forgotten souls, and Adrian’s warning grows urgent—she must leave before dawn, or she will never escape. The masquerade is not just a celebration; it is a cursed ritual, and the spirits trapped within are seeking new souls to take their place. Now, Lena must make an impossible choice—flee and abandon the love she has just found, or surrender to the eternal waltz beneath the blood moon, forever bound to the haunting melody of fate.