Hiro Age Darling

#ADVENTURE #WAR Before the fall, there was a choice. Before the monsters, there was a man. In the shadow of Mount Banahaw, deep beneath the soil, Dr. Rhane Wu—last in the bloodline of Dr. Henry Wu—awakens a system that was never meant to be touched. The Codex Prime was designed to archive life. Rhane rewires it to replace evolution. Buried in sealed tanks are hybrids, twisted fusions of predator and anomaly. Among them lies XENOVORAX, still sleeping—still dreaming. But the jungle remembers. And so does JIRUUN—a Warden-class entity born not from man, but from something older. Something watching. As global systems blink out, genetic failsafes rupture, and ARKHIVE prepares for a new host, Rhane records one final Codex entry. “We tried to resurrect the past. But the future had teeth.” This is not a tale of redemption. This is the prelude to extinction. “The world didn’t end with man. It began after him.”

She was supposed to be a lady of the Marquis' mansion but became a farmer's daughter due to a mix-up at birth. After painstakingly growing up into a beautiful and graceful lady, nobody came to propose to her. Many said she was ugly and mentally challenged or a cursed child who brought misfortune to her parents. But her husband, whom she picked up along the way, was actually the future Prime Minister. The little monk she adopted on the mountain was one of the six Divine Generals. Even the old lady she rescued without much thought turned out to be the current Empress. A certain man said fiercely, "Dear, I'll deal with anyone who dares to bully you!" The Divine General said, "Sister, just tell me whichever territory of the six kingdoms you want. I'll conquer it for you!" The Empress said, "The Emperor bullied my darling? Just wait! I'll depose him right away!"

In her past life, Si Huang was controlled and manipulated by her family. She was hailed as the best leading actor of her generation, yet she met a tragic end. Unexpected circumstances granted her a rebirth. She could start all over again—with the bonus of a peculiar inheritance. ‘This is my chance!’ Si Huang thought, stroking her chin. ‘This time, I will have my revenge. An eye for an eye.’ * She reclaimed her throne in the entertainment industry, becoming the number one prince charming in the eyes of women by day, and she wielded a dark power—being a vicious mastermind behind the scenes by night. One word and the stock market was under her control. She was the mysterious angel of fortune among businessmen. One fist was enough to bring her enemies to their knees. She was a tiny conqueror among an army of men. Mm… And she was the object of a certain someone’s affection. However, one day, the world rose into an uproar—this prince charming was a woman! * Amidst the swarm of lascivious men, a certain man smirked. ‘I’ve been guarding my wife for a very long time. Who would dare steal her?’ “Sir, Mr. Li has invited Young Master Si to dinner.” “Shut down his family’s hotel.” “Sir, Young Master Si had a fight with the Wang Family's heir.” “Send a message to the surgeon. Ensure that he gives the patient the ‘special treatment'.” “Huh? But Young Master Si is alright.” “I was referring to the Wang Family’s son.” “...” * Many years later, their little bundle of joy pointed at the television screen, which was showcasing The Nation’s Most Desirable Men and Women. The little one stared at the man beside him, looking very confused. “What’s wrong, little one?” the man asked, radiant with fatherly gentleness. The little one pointed at the television hesitantly, going back and forth multiple times before finally asking, “Are you my daddy or mommy?” The man’s face darkened instantly. “I’m your father, of course!” “But they say that my daddy is the real prince charming, and prince charming married you!” The little one explained with a serious look on his face. The man was speechless.

In a world divided into five realms—Humans, Djinn, Gods, Demons, and Spirits—power is the only language that matters. War rages endlessly across ancient lands, fueled by hatred, revenge, and ambition. The balance of time itself is twisted: what passes as minutes in one realm becomes a thousand years in another. Noval was feared. A cruel and cold-blooded man with no mercy, until the gods cursed him. Now, every soul he kills tortures him for a thousand years, and everyone he sees bears the face of the one person he fears the most—his mother. Desperate for salvation, Noval begins a journey to the realm of the gods. Alongside a loyal friend, a mysterious girl, and a child with eyes like frozen skies—dorlin—he travels through fire and death. What awaits him isn’t redemption... but a divine war. When betrayal cuts deeper than any blade, Noval’s last wish rewrites destiny. And from the ashes, Dorlin, a warrior reborn with vengeance in her heart, rises to finish what he started. Two heroes. One legend. An eternal war. Will they break the curse... or become part of it?

In the modern world, SAM was just another misunderstood genius — broke, ignored, and written off. But when a strange stone lands in his hands during a robbery, his fate is rewritten. Transported 10,000 years into the past, he finds himself among primitive humans who mistake him for a god. With his scientific knowledge, mysterious powers from the alien stone, and a mind built for innovation, SAM becomes the king of a new civilization. As he transforms the world with fire, metal, and machines, he unknowingly awakens a cosmic enemy: the true owners of the stone — an alien race hunting through time. As ancient humans evolve under his rule and the skies crack open, SAM must prepare for war. But victory may come at a cost... What begins as survival becomes legend. What starts as escape becomes dominion over time and stars. He is not just a king. He is the God of a New Age.

In a world carved by time and torn by ambition, the era of the 100th century teeters on the brink of annihilation. War drums echo across galaxies. Poverty, corruption, and destruction have become the rhythm of life. Countless forces—rulers, rebels, visionaries—race to shape the future in their own image, each believing they are the key to a new era. But when the world is drowning in selfish dreams, true change must rise from selfless hearts. Among the chaos, a new generation awakens—not born to conquer, but to protect. Not driven by greed, but by purpose. They are warriors, students, outcasts, and dreamers. They face impossible odds, ruthless enemies, and the darkest sides of humanity. Yet they march forward, not for glory... but to stop the coming war and restore peace to a shattered world. Step into a universe where the fate of eras lies not in might, but in the courage to do what is right

Hong Jun reborn in an world of Immortals, Monsters and Demons as a descendant of two Qi cultivators, but lacks Spititual roots, putting his life under threat. In this world, those without Spititual roots have fates worse than slaves, especially in Immortal Cultivation clans. The ending always being turned into human pill(Refining humans as medical materials to form pills useful in improving Cultivation and qualifications.) To prepare for the worst, Hong Jun that has been Isolated on a a village at the border of other races, decides to overturn the tables by becoming stronger through martial arts, a path that has no future, with body refinement stage as this limit.

In a world where shadows whisper secrets and every choice has a price, one person stands at the crossroad of it all. A gripping tale of sacrifices, betrayal and power unfolds in a world where the scars of an apocalypse still bleed. Drake Jagger is the weakest student at Iron Vale Academy- bullied, orphaned and haunted by violent dreams of a crimson battlefield and a betrayal by horned warriors. But when a sealed letter bearing the Arachis insignia arrives, Drake is ripped from his miserable life and thrown into a game of blood and chess. But Drake's dreams are the key. With each nightmare, the lone warrior's memories bleed into his mind and the sword in his grip whispers of the past.

"They told me to leave the signal alone. Said it was impossible. Said my father died chasing it. But I don’t believe in impossible — and I don’t believe he’s dead. I stole the ship. I crossed the edge of known space. And now? Now I’m stuck in a war that’s older than time. I’m Kael Drayven. The last Voyager. And I think… the universe made a mistake choosing me."

After a few moment we were in the main building of Reaper corporation and I was coincidentally standing in front of his office. My heart was beating fast and I was having cold sweat. The nervous feeling arose every second that past. My chest was burning. Even though many things were certainly new to me and was not familiar I pushed his door to office. "Pardon me." I said His brown deep yet light eyes gazed upon me. My body froze. It was like time has stopped. He is hot... Hotter in these half open shirt and a just little longer than shorts pants rather than in his suite. Our eyes were locked and the tension was filling the air. We had nothing to say. **** Lia Roseberry the one of the female CEO's who doesn't have a husband even if she is in her 20's well, let's say she doesn't want a husband. That day when the file along with the sum of money that she would get from the deal with the CEO of Reaper company landed on her desk she couldn't help but grin. Of course the money is hers. But the deal? She have to convince the coldest hot guy in the world of rich, Noah Reaper. But who was knowing that the hot and rude man she was negotiating with has a special eye for her.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

it story of boy who goes into space to find his lost friend in wormhole incident.

Seduction is power. And power always has a price. Veilborne Academy promises prestige, mastery of the arcane, and a path to greatness. But beneath its ancient halls lies a truth soaked in blood and madness. When Cid—a cold, cunning first-year with a dark past and darker desires—arrives at the Academy, he isn’t just another student. He’s a devourer. A soul without limits. A flaw in the system. As classmates vanish, monsters stir, and seductive alliances twist into obsession, Cid finds himself hunted—not by beasts, but by something buried beneath the school itself. An ancient god. A hunger too vast to name. Iris, the beautiful and dangerously obsessed girl next to him, knows more than she admits. Teachers whisper lies behind soft smiles. The deeper Cid digs, the clearer it becomes: the Academy was never a sanctuary. It was a seal. And the world is a heartbeat away from being swallowed whole. In a place where sex, sorcery, and survival blur into one, Cid must decide—will he fight the god in the dark? Or become it?

In the ashes of a devastating world war that wiped out half of humanity and shattered all advanced technology, Earth has regressed into a fractured land ruled by kings, warlords, and shadowy forces. In the year 2170, empires rise again — not through machines, but through ancient power, martial might, and forgotten legacies. In the humble village of Whiskey, in the oppressed nation of Valmora, lives Ananta, a kind-hearted 13-year-old boy, unaware of the storm that’s about to claim his world. When his family is torn apart in a brutal raid led by twisted rangers, and his mother sacrifices herself in a blaze of divine fire, Ananta’s life changes forever. Her final act awakens whispers of an ancient truth — the return of the mythical clan, guardians of the Golden Age who once ruled Earth with divine power. But this is only the beginning. As Ananta sets out on a journey across divided continents and broken nations, he discovers a world haunted by cruelty disguised as culture — where people worship murder, embrace slavery, and sacrifice their own in the name of twisted beliefs. Behind it all looms an invisible darkness, pulling strings from the shadows: a force that wants to erase hope, silence truth, and stop anyone from discovering the forgotten history of Earth and the divine weapons it hides. What begins as a quest for truth and survival becomes a war that spans heavens, hells, and far-off realms of the universe. From rebels to boon hunters, dark kings to god-summoned warriors, Ananta and his allies must challenge fate, conquer inner demons, and awaken powers buried deep within bloodlines. Because that clan are not just a myth. They are the last hope of humanity. And Ananta may be the flame that ignites them once more.

Years ago, a mortal warrior ended the war between gods and men—using a name the heavens still whisper with fear: Requiem. But the name was never truly his. It belonged to someone older, wiser. Someone who vanished long before the final blow was struck. Now, the war is over—but peace is only a lie well told. When Artemis, goddess of the hunt, is betrayed by her kin and left for dead, it is her brother’s final sacrifice that buys her a narrow escape. Wounded and hunted, she finds shelter in the last place she expected: the remote cabin of the man who once nearly killed her. Mark lives a quiet life now, blade sheathed, demons buried deep. But the world will not let him rest. Not while Olympus breathes. As gods stir and old names begin to resurface, Artemis and Mark must gather allies—divine and mortal alike—and prepare for what comes next. Whispers speak of a deeper war, of powers long thought lost… and of shadows that never truly left the battlefield. The gods may have won their throne, but the reckoning has only just begun. ________________________________________________________________ I will aim to release 2 chapters a week, Some will be long others will be short. I don't have an exact word goal I'm aiming to achieve.

A stone age young man out on his first hunt to become a man, an unidentified object falling out of the sky towards him, will the whims of fate be kind or cruel to him? Follow the MC's journey through the ages as the world grows and evolves with him. *Release of new chapters will most likely be 2 times a week, depending on how busy I am with work and life. will try for 3 times a week*

If the world had ended with powerful undeads around every corner, what would you do? Would hide from the world and slowly die or would you fight for your life and happiness If you were given the power to fight for your survival at the risk of your own humanity, what would you do? Would you fear that power or would you grasp it with both hands and fight until your last breath. [Author here! If you are enjoying this book then feel free to vote for it using power stones! This will allow me to post more chapters a day. Starting today I will post one bonus chapter a day for every ten power stone. Please Enjoy.] ***************************************** Hey guys, I have finished creating a, somewhat,decent discord channel for my novels. You can join the channel using this link: https://discord.gg/nvxuYA2M

The seal is broken, the curse has been laid. The beasts are free, the peace hanging by a thread. Will the people of Xiao unite to fight the beasts that threaten the peace of the land or will their differences lead to the end of all? There are the beasts and there are wars. Young Hua, the general to be, yearns for peace and unity among his people, but it may not be as simple as it sounds afterall. The beasts are huge, numerous and most importantly, they draw power from the moon. Every wound heals, every weak warrior dies.

The curse had been laid, the beasts are free, the fight has changed pace. In a magical land that had always been peaceful, bloodshed is the new reality. Will Xiao ever know peace again?

What if one day you woke up in a world that wasn’t yours? No clear memories. A body you don’t recognize. Surrounded by ruins, corpses… and something worse than death. This is how Lavitz’s story begins—a man torn from his reality and thrown into a kingdom ravaged by war, magic, and a conspiracy that stretches from the shadows to the thrones. A world where the past hides in mist, the undead march from cursed lands, and every choice could alter the fate of entire nations. How would you react if the impossible became real? Would you fight? Would you run? Or would you dare to discover who you are… in a world already set ablaze?

Four fragments come into existence to determine the new lords of the world. These fragments contain a magical ability that the use will have access to when they go through the process of evolving and becoming a lord. experience the story of nova Icyln a former model that Had a hidden power within her that forced her to see the world as it really is.

In the beginning, mankind was weak. Prey to beasts, to plague, to the winds and whims of the heavens. Kingdoms rose and fell like sandcastles at the edge of a storm-tossed sea. Swords rusted. Kings bled. No one was beyond death. But then came the Nine Pillars. Forged in the twilight of the ancient world by nameless sages who pierced the secrets of heaven and earth, the Pillars were not structures of stone, but of spirit, flesh, and will. They were paths—painful, ruthless, divine paths—by which a mortal might climb beyond the chains of his body and seize dominion over it. The First Pillar, Strength Refinement, marked the beginning of the path. For ten years, a cultivator would temper their raw might until their muscles became as iron and their blows could break boulders. From there, the path only grew steeper. Flesh Refinement hardened skin into armor. Muscle Refinement made each sinew a coiled spring of destruction. Tendon Refinement—the Fourth Pillar—turned movement into mastery, footstep into flight, swordplay into something near divine. And beyond that? Bone, Organ, Marrow, Blood, and finally, Meridian Refinement—the ninth and last Pillar—was said to bestow eternal life, peerless power, and the ability to shatter mountains with a breath. At its peak stood the Martial Emperors, titans in human form. Yet such beings were as rare as phoenixes. Each Pillar demanded a toll of decades—forty years for the Fourth, ninety for the Ninth—but time given was returned a hundredfold. A cultivator aged slower, lived longer, endured more. But few ever had the resolve—or the years—to climb far. This was the Age of Martial Enlightenment, where kingdoms no longer measured greatness by armies or coin, but by the strength of their cultivators. Martial sects rivaled noble houses. Swordsmen wandered the land like demigods. The strong dictated truth, and the weak obeyed.

Meredith, or Edith for short, woke up in chains, a slave to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But things took a turn, and she managed to escape that burning fate. But little did she know that fate had other plans for her. Although she escaped the burning auction house, she was saved by the most unlikely person. One whom she had been warned from childhood to avoid, and if any by chance she ever crosses paths with, she should flee. King Davion Ashbourne. No one knew for certain what he was, but they all feared him. He was a man of many mysteries, and his reputation preceded him. Even other kings and creatures feared him. But Edith found herself drawn to him. Drawn to his darkness. In him, she found a home away from home. In him, she found a soul lonely and in need of saving. …… Excerpt “How about a little game?” He said, his gaze still steady on Edith. Edith ached a brow, finding his suggestion rather amusing. But that changed when he opened his mouth and uttered the following words, “If you win, you may go. But if you lose, I keep you. But no longer as a servant who gets her wages but as a pet of mine.” “May I ask what game?” Edith asked with furrowed brows. She had no I tensions of participating in his games, but she was curious to know what type of game Davion would play. His lips curled beautifully and slowly as he leaned forward, with a finger under her chin, he whispered, “Hide and Seek,” he straightened his posture and continued, “Or as I prefer to call it, The Hnter and the Prey.”

Iris Wren has spent years holding the pieces together—after losing her family, after watching her brother die, after becoming the adult in a home with a guardian too shattered to speak most days. The world thinks she’s doing fine. They don’t know she works three jobs, can’t sleep without the closet light on, and draws the same pair of brown eyes in every sketch. Lucian is the only thing that makes sense. He understands her silence. Knows how to find her when she hides. Says the things no one else does. They meet at the edge of her breaking point, when she's numb and just starting a new school. No one questions him. Not her teachers, not the barista who takes both their orders, not even her. But as the year unfolds, as she begins to connect with a classmate who refuses to let her vanish, and as Lucian begins glitching in ways that feel off, Iris starts to question what’s real. The truth is simple, devastating, and silent. Lucian never existed. But the pain he helped her survive? That was always real.

Three thousand years ago, Chaos magic, once a source of power for men, turned on them, killing every male in the world of Aka. Mumbi, an immortal warrior blessed by the goddess, created the martriachal empire of Aka, ushering in the age of daughters that has lasted for thousands of years. But no matter how prosperous, no age lasts. A prophecy from the age of war foretells Aka’s doom, which Mumbi has dedicated her immortal life to stop it and her only hope lies in Amala, a lowborn girl born with the power of prophecy. Though promising, her ability is limited to seeing the deaths of those she touches. Together, the two search for the skull of Okalu, which is said will trigger the prophesied doom of Aka while fighting an ancient enemy as old as the age of daughters that want the doom to happen. Meanwhile, sixteen-year-old Njoki is thrust into power after her mother’s mysterious death, becoming elder of the Anajiru clan, the most powerful of the nine clans of Aka. Young, naïve and inexperienced, she must navigate the harsh world of politics, find her mother’s killer while trying to be a worthy leader for her people. But as Njoki delves deeper, she uncovers Aka’s buried dark secrets, including Mumbi’s carefully guarded past. As the prophesied doom nears, the three women, one immortal, one cursed and one untried, stand between the salvation and end of Aka.

In a world where the supernatural hides in the shadows, dark creatures threaten the peace of mankind. To protect the balance, a secretive group has risen—the Agimatayo. This hidden order of warriors is sworn to hunt the supernatural beings that wants to cause chaos. From the bloodthirsty Aswang, to soulless ghouls, wicked Encanto, and even ancient gods once sealed away, the Agimatayo face them all. Armed with sacred charms, sacred spells and unbreakable will, they stand against the rising darkness—pushing back world-ending threats before they can consume the mortal world.