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She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank. No memories. No name. No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling. All she knew was this: This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child. And now… it belonged to her. Before she could panic, the door opened. A man stepped inside. Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip. His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old. But he didn’t speak like a warrior. He spoke like someone trying not to cry. “Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful. “I’m your great-great-grandfather.” “…HUH?!” Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend. He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child. He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded. It came from his granddaughter. She’s alone now. Please… come find her. By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request. Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with spiritual energy, cultivation, and danger.

The latest novel by the author of 'I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm', Let me laugh, the author you will never be disappointed with, enjoy to your heart's content!!! ------------- Author's message to webnovel readers: It has come as an unexpected delight that Xianxia novels, a genre unique to China, have been warmly received by an international audience. I sincerely thank everyone for their support. I am committed to considering all the valuable suggestions put forth by readers, and to maintaining the style you have all come to love, all the while striving to continue delivering my best work. The book "Steadily Becoming a Saint, The Immortal Officials Hired Me to Tend the Horses" retains the familiar style of my previous works but ventures into entirely new territory with its plot and world-building. This story will reflect mortal aspirations for eternal life and ascension to immortality, as well as portray the epic tale of celestial beings witnessing the evolution of the universe through the ages. I hope you will all enjoy it. Best regards. by Let me laugh ------------- As a house servant, Gu An accidentally shattered a jar of Spirit Flowers in his youth, and in his panic, he discovered that he had seized twelve years of life span! A path to immortality thus unfolded before Gu An's eyes! In order to cultivate in peace, Gu An chose to become a Servant Disciple of the Supreme Sect, planting medicinal herbs daily to cultivate by seizing the life span of these herbs. Through the evolution of life span, his Basic Skill constantly evolved, deducing from Basic Sorcery to reach Divine Skills that connected to heaven! Eras changed, constellations shifted, and the Mortal World transformed vastly. Gradually, legends of immortals emerged in the Mortal World. The immortal known as Gu An expended half of his life span, helping his Cultivation Level break through the limits of the Immortal Path and achieving the realm of a Saint, soaring above the heavenly laws. However, one day, a white-robed old man with a saintly presence came to visit Gu An. "I am Xuan Qing from the Heavenly Stars above, appointed by the Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao. Hearing of Daoist Friend's numerous benevolent deeds in the Mortal World and your countless rescues of the living beings here, the merits are immeasurable. Thus, I have been dispatched from the Lower Realm to invite Daoist Friend to join the ranks of the immortals, to take up an immortal office, the Divine Steed Celestial Official." "May I ask what the duties of the Divine Steed Celestial Official are?" "In the Heavenly Court, there are divine steeds that can traverse earth and heaven and penetrate Yin Yang. The Divine Steed Celestial Official is responsible for looking after and feeding these divine steeds." Huh? Taking care of horses? Groom?!

For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate. From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million... An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest. With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim: This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?" "Just to liven things up." Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?" "Just to really liven things up." Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?" "Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone." The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God. 【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】 "No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

She stripped herself before him, baring not just her body but whatever it was left of her dignity. "Isn't this what you wanted, like all the other Alphas?" She asked him, her voice trembling with pain and contempt. He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him. And after a few minutes, picked up her robe and wrapped it gently around her. Then he walked away. An awkward cackle escaped her lips even as the burn of humiliation scorched its way down her throat. --- They say the Bloodmoon brings out the worst in beasts. For him, it made him Alpha. For me, it made me hunted. When I was chosen as a tribute to the Bloodmoon Hunt, I expected to finally have a mate. After being rejected five times by my previous ones. But what I didn't expect... was it to be him. Alpha Denzel: brutal, cold and cursed by the moon itself. Everyone fears him. They say he's unlovable and untamable. Because of his tyranny. But I’m not everyone. And I’ve got a beast of my own. That beast of an Alpha is mine to tame. Or destroy. Whichever comes first. *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika has spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father, and by fate itself. But when she’s chosen as a tribute for the Bloodmoon Hunt, her fate changes in the most brutal way. She was never supposed to matter. Now she’s the only one that does. The truth is bloodier than she ever imagined.

The chosen one blessed by divine light. The holy leader who unites kingdoms and vanquishes evil. The sacred figure all darkness trembles before. That is what a Pope should be. But me? As someone thrust into papal robes with a mysterious system window glowing before my eyes, I had one clear thought. "Finally," I whispered, gripping the Scythe of Judgement. Did I just inherit the ultimate religious authority? Is this my chance to wield divine power and command respect? Absolutely. And that's exactly the problem, because being Pope means every faction wants to control or kill me. Demon Generals hunt me personally. Political schemes surround my every decision. Ancient prophecies mark me for cosmic battles. "Perfect," I muttered sarcastically. "Just what I always wanted—a target painted on my back," I laughed bitterly while dodging another assassination attempt. Curious why I'm not thrilled about divine power? I should mention the most crucial detail about papal authority in this world. The thing is... Popes don't retire peacefully. Every previous Pope died violently. If history taught me anything, it's that holy authority comes with a very short life expectancy. Ideally, I'd like to survive past my first month in office. Thanks for nothing, mysterious forces that put me here. Little did I know, survival was just the beginning...

Isabella Beaumont pensait faire un échange intelligent, bien que désespéré : sa liberté contre un mariage avec le redoutable Duc Alaric Thorne. Bien sûr, ce type avait une réputation plus sombre qu'une nuit sans lune, murmurée dans tous les coins du royaume, mais ce n'était qu'un contrat, n'est-ce pas ? Un moyen d'échapper à un passé brutal qui avait littéralement laissé sa marque sur son visage. Elle ne s'attendait pas à de la chaleur, et certainement pas à de la passion. Mais alors Alaric, cet homme redoutable et craint, commence à agir de façon... protectrice. Sa gentillesse inattendue lui donnera envie de jeter son masque protecteur et de tomber amoureuse de l'homme qui devait être simplement son ticket vers la liberté. Juste au moment où Isabella commence à croire qu'elle pourrait mériter le bonheur, tout commence à s'effondrer autour d'eux. Avec des vilains en liberté, d'anciennes blessures rouvertes, et les vraies couleurs de chacun qui se révèlent, cet amour soudain et féroce est-il assez fort pour survivre à la tempête ? Ou bien l'obscurité de leurs passés et ces jeux mortels vont-ils briser tout ce qu'ils commencent à construire ?

Est-il crédible de pouvoir aimer un homme rejeté par toutes les femmes ? Leia est vendue au nom du mariage avec l'homme le plus controversé de la nation en échange de faveurs monétaires ; M. Adrik Avalanzo, l'homme marqué. On dit de lui qu'il est une bête hideuse et intrépide couverte de cicatrices, tant physiquement qu'émotionnellement. Son apparence suffit à effrayer les femmes. Même s'il est le plus riche, que beaucoup envient, ils le considèrent comme une peste. Propulsée dans un mariage sans amour, comment une fille fièrement têtue et au caractère chaud comme Leia va-t-elle s'y prendre avec lui ? Et comment va-t-il s'y prendre avec elle ? Va-t-il essayer de la dominer ? Ou la courtiser avec passion ? Leia l'acceptera-t-elle malgré sa difformité physique ? Va-t-elle dépasser sa fierté ? Son caractère impulsif ? Ou même dénouer le nœud qu'elle a serré autour de son cœur pour l'accepter ? Leur mariage deviendra-t-il celui que tout le gratin enviera ? Ou ce mariage pourrait-il être la prochaine tragédie du siècle ?

Qiao Nan : Mince ! Je suis ta fille biologique, pourtant on dirait que j'ai été ramassée dans la rue. En fait, tu me traites encore pire que ça ! Mère Qiao : Qiao Nan, tu n'es ni aussi jolie ni aussi intelligente que ta grande sœur. Tu n'es pas aussi bénie qu'elle. Tu n'as pas le droit d'étudier, de te marier ou d'avoir ton bonheur ! Qiao Nan : Pourquoi n'ai-je pas le droit d'étudier, de me marier ou de chercher mon bonheur ? Je vais trouver un homme tout de suite et l'épouser ! Qiao Nan est sidérée en découvrant que l'homme juste à côté d'elle est une figure puissante du quad—la personne qui a les perspectives les plus prometteuses pour devenir le futur Chef. Qiao Nan fixe l'homme bien bâti devant elle. Il a des abdos solides et des yeux froids, glacials. Elle avale sa salive en prononçant ses salutations, "Bonjour, Chef !"

Même après ma mort Jiang Ning était la véritable héritière de la Famille Huo, perdue et vivant à l'extérieur. Une fois ramenée par sa famille, ses parents biologiques ne l'aimaient pas, son frère au visage froid la méprisait, et ses frères jumeaux lui disaient de quitter la maison à la moindre occasion. En se réveillant seule à l'hôpital, le médecin lui diagnostiqua une maladie incurable, alors que sa propre famille était occupée à organiser une fête pour la fausse héritière. Jiang Ning était furieuse ! Elle a expulsé ces soi-disant membres de la famille un par un, les envoyant tous voler ! S'ils ne l'acceptaient pas, elle n'avait pas besoin d'eux non plus ! ...... Jiang Ning a participé à une émission de variété en diffusion en direct à la campagne rurale. Ses détracteurs ont appris la nouvelle et sont venus saluer toute la famille de Jiang Ning dans une pluie de messages. Mais ce qu'ils ont découvert était : Jour un : Choc ! Jiang Ning attrape un voleur dans la rue ! Un golden retriever accourt pour l'aider. Jour deux : Jiang Ning sauve un enfant des trafiquants humains à mains nues ! Un oiseau défèque en public sur la tête des trafiquants ! Jour trois : Jiang Ning lutte dans une bataille à mort contre un criminel ! Une oie se moque d'eux sur les lieux. Voleur : « J'avais déjà terminé de voler, et elle m'a quand même attrapé. C'est absurde. » Meurtrier en fuite depuis seize ans : « Vous n'allez pas le croire, mais je suis juste venu acheter une bouteille d'eau, et elle m'a assené un grand coup de poing droit. » Une sympathique diffusion en direct à la campagne s'est transformée en collaboration légale. Le public en ligne a tagué frénétiquement les comptes officiels de la police : « Soyons honnêtes, n'est-ce pas une agent infiltrée que vous avez envoyée ? » « Le travail secondaire de Jiang Ning consiste à entrer dans l'industrie du divertissement, mais son rôle principal est de capturer des criminels, non ? » Un certain grand personnage a joint une photo de mariage : « Épouse, à moi. »

Lors de son banquet de mariage, un homme prétendant être l'amant de Selina a fait irruption, brandissant prétendument des photos intimes et semant le chaos. Selina a immédiatement vu à travers cela comme un stratagème orchestré par sa demi-sœur, Natalia. Cependant, le fiancé de Selina, Ryan, non seulement a refusé de la croire, mais a également défendu Natalia avec zèle. Il s'est avéré que Ryan et Natalia avaient déjà développé des sentiments l'un pour l'autre en secret. Tout le monde—le père de Selina, sa belle-mère et les parents de Ryan—était au courant de leur liaison, sauf Selina, qui était laissée dans l'ignorance. Profitant de la situation, le père de Selina a proposé d'échanger les mariées, suggérant que Natalia remplace Selina et termine le mariage. La famille de Ryan non seulement n'a pas objecté, mais a soutenu l'idée avec enthousiasme. C'est à ce moment-là que Selina a finalement réalisé la cruelle vérité : sa famille et la famille de Ryan n'étaient rien d'autre que des loups déguisés en agneaux ! "Annuler les fiançailles ? Très bien. Mais que ce soit bien clair—c'est moi qui te rejette, espèce d'homme infidèle et sans courage !" déclara Selina avec une confiance inébranlable. Son regard balaya alors la salle, se posant sur un homme élégant et distingué. Elle se souvenait vaguement de lui comme du jeune oncle de Ryan. S'avançant, elle demanda audacieusement, "Monsieur, que diriez-vous de vous marier ?" L'homme leva un sourcil, trouvant son audace intrigante. "Ce serait un honneur, madame," répondit-il. ...

Dans un accident inattendu, Davis Allen avait perdu ses jambes, sa liberté et sa position d’héritier de la famille Allen. Sa vie est devenue solitaire et figée, mais une union forcée avec Jessica Brown est devenue un tournant... Jessica Brown, une fille non aimée et non désirée, est échangée pour épouser un infirme à la place de sa demi-sœur et de l’avenir de la société pendant que les auteurs pourront s’asseoir et profiter de la gloire... Pourquoi cela devrait-il être ainsi ? Pourquoi doit-elle supporter la souffrance alors qu’elle est la fugace Docteur Sica, la célèbre Dame Bright et l’inégalée déesse des actions...

In a dystopian future where humans are bred and raised as livestock for the extraction of magical energy (“mana”), the story unfolds at Human Ranch Branch 131—a facility run by a small staff but hiding a much darker reality within its walls. The protagonist, Suheon, is both caretaker and master, overseeing the “training” and “taming” of female livestock to maximize their obedience and pleasure-based mana yield. The story culminates in the complete submission of Seohee, marking the final step in her transformation from a proud human to a willing and eager pet. The three women, now fully tamed, find a strange sense of belonging and even joy in their shared fate, their lives revolving around the routines of the ranch and the whims of their master. Fantasy | Harem | SMUT | R18 | Romance | Slaves |

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

In a palace veiled by silk and secrets, loyalty is a mask—and love can be deadly. Born into a noble family, Lianfu’s life shattered the night her household was massacred for uncovering a royal conspiracy. Mistaken for a servant girl, she survived—scarred, silenced, and blindfolded by fate. But death did not claim her… vengeance chose her. Now known only as A’fu, she returns years later as a cold and deadly shadow, hiding her identity beneath flowing black robes and a silk cloth covering her eyes. Her blade is silent. Her resolve, unshakable. By her side is Prince Xiao Liwei—once a disregarded son of the Emperor, now a poised warrior cloaked in white. Elegant and sharp as a drawn fan, he walks a path riddled with betrayal and hidden enemies. But behind his gentle gaze lies a fierce protector… and a heart drawn to the mystery that is A’fu. Together, they will unravel the truth. Together, they will fight to survive. But in a court of lies and masked killers, how much will love cost?

Welcome to a classic story about a young lady's ruthless revenge with the help of her loyal bodyguard. Packed with conflict, romance, and action as if you are watching a K-drama! Sprinkled with fluff, flirt, and smut to maximize your satisfaction ;) * * * After getting manipulated, treated like a slave by her family, and assaulted by her own brother, Sarah found out that the accident killing her mother in the past might have been orchestrated by someone from her family. Before figuring out the answer, however, she got killed and opened her eyes at her mother's funeral. "I'm sorry, Mother. I will never be able to live in peace before taking my revenge." Returning as a trashy princess who slept around with her bodyguard instead of the goody-two-shoes daughter people expect her to be, Sarah set out with a match in her hand, determined to take over the kingdom and burn her billionaire family down. Could someone from the future that hadn't happened yet keep her from burning herself, or would she be consumed by the flame of retribution? #regression #billionaire #posessive #master #bodyguard #revenge #fakelovers #fakeittillyoumakeit #faceslapping #makjang #chaebol

Lance Mercer's life is painfully normal. He works IT support in a basement office where printers scream, coworkers cry over Bluetooth, and lunch is a rotating tragedy of lukewarm noodles and existential dread. He's got a dog named Dario, a cursed coffee addiction, and a daily goal of making it to 5:01 PM without committing a felony. Then he buys milk. Now he's being hunted by unmarked helicopters, cultists in cow masks, and possibly the U.S. government. Reality keeps glitching when he sneezes, his dog might be telepathic, and there's a chance he's bonded with an ancient cosmic dairy god. He just wanted cereal. (Inspired by DanDaDan and Parasyte: The Maxim)

Elena était destinée à être la prochaine Luna de la meute Ombreuse, mais le destin avait d'autres plans. Accusée de meurtre et jetée dans un donjon, elle a passé six ans dans l'obscurité. Lorsque son compagnon prédestiné, Alpha Enzo de la meute Moonshine, l'a finalement trouvée, il l'a rejetée sans hésitation—choisissant sa cousine, Stella, à la place. Et comme si cela ne suffisait pas, après la fusion de leurs meutes, il l'a humiliée et bannie. Juste au moment où Elena pensait que sa souffrance ne pouvait pas empirer, son propre oncle l'a vendue à l'homme le plus redouté de tous—le Roi Alpha, connu sous le nom de Dieu de la Mort. Mais au lieu de faire d'elle une esclave, il fit d'elle sa femme par contrat. Cependant, il y avait plus dans son mariage qu'elle ne réalisait. Pourquoi le Roi Killian l'a-t-il choisie ? Quel secret cachait-il ? Comme si les choses ne pouvaient pas se compliquer davantage, Elena a découvert qu'elle était également liée à un autre compagnon, le frère du Roi Killian, un homme qui ne voulait que sa misère. Et le plus grand choc de tous ? Elena était toujours liée à Alpha Enzo. Leur lien de couple ne s'est jamais brisé. Trois Alphas puissants. Une louve rejetée. Quel destin la Déesse de la Lune avait-elle prévu pour Elena ? Et survivra-t-elle à la tempête à venir ?

La vie du prince Ron a été sauvée par un héros aux cheveux argentés. Ce fut le coup de foudre mais le héros disparut après l'échange de quelques mots. Le jeune prince accompagne sa sœur dans un royaume mystérieux où elle doit épouser le roi, mais à leur arrivée, on leur dit que le roi veut annuler le mariage. Étant le bon frère qu'il est, il va confronter le roi mais ne s'attend pas à trouver son héros aux cheveux argentés assis sur le trône ! Il était tombé amoureux du futur mari de sa sœur ! Que va faire Ron ?

What defines virtue, and who decides its measure? If those in white robes preach justice but silence dissent with bloodied hands, can they still call themselves righteous? And what of those cloaked in shadow? If forbidden power is wielded to strike down oppressors, are they evil—or simply feared? In a world where strength is law, virtue bends to the will of the powerful. In the darkness, Xu Yan rose as the Shadow Emperor, leaving virtue behind for ambition.

In a vast world of cultivation, where yin and yang shape fate, and the lines between good and evil blur, five great clans rule over the land. Among them, the Lingxiao Clan (凌霄族)—known for its elegance, swordsmanship, and archery—stands as the fourth most revered. From this clan comes a boy born without a golden core or spiritual qi. His name is Ling Yiran (凌逸然)—graceful, free-spirited, and untamed. Though he is the youngest son of the clan leader, he is forbidden to cultivate, to fight, or even to wield a blade. His days are spent painting, playing, studying—locked within the mansion’s walls. But behind his quiet smiles is a secret life. At night, Yiran sneaks into the Forbidden Library, hidden deep in the mountains of Lingxiao territory, to learn long-lost arts none dare to touch. At 17, he is invited alongside his siblings to the Jinyue Clan (锦月族)—the second most powerful clan, famed for music cultivation, and bound by more than 10,000 sacred rules. Known for their discipline and emotional restraint, the Jinyue clan is a place where mistakes are not forgiven. His companions: His noble and composed older sister, Ling Qingxue (凌清雪) His lively, mischievous younger twin brothers: — Ling Yuze (凌昱泽) — Ling Yuhan (凌昱寒) They arrive at the gates of the Jinyue Clan. Everyone presents their invitation—but Yiran, of course, forgets his. The guards refuse him entry. Just then, a cold and beautiful young man appears, dressed in white robes. A red spirit thread coils around his wrist, and a blue spiritual sword hangs at his side. His face is expressionless, his gaze sharp as frost. He is Jin Suoxue (锦索雪), the Young Master of the Jinyue Clan—distant, cold, and feared by many. His name means “Bound in Snow”, and his heart is rumored to be just as frozen. Yiran, ever defiant, calls out to him without formality. “Hey, cold-face!” Everyone freezes. Jin Suoxue merely replies: “No invitation, no entry.” And walks away without a second glance. Furious, Yiran leaves, only to return later—with his scroll, snacks, and alcohol. But as he nears the gate, a formation sends him flying, his precious gifts broken. He grits his teeth, draws a black talisman, and writes glowing red characters in the air:“Distract.” The gate formation shatters briefly, letting him slip inside while sipping the one bottle that survived. A low voice stops him. “Oh... it’s you again.” And so begins the tale of sword and flute—of a spirited boy with no cultivation and a cold genius bound by rules. Their clash will awaken forgotten arts... and perhaps, a bond destined to defy the heavens. ————— Disclaimer: Book cover not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

In a place that looked just out a story book stood a tall castle in the thrones room stood a magic circle surrounded by people dressed in hoodied robes chanting......as the magic circle lit up on Appeared a boy about the age of 12. A beautiful princess walked up him said....... Princess: O great hero please save our world from the demon lord in name od the creator goddess..... Boy: I have been summoned to another world and as a hero yoshaa!!!!!!!! Unknown: Hands up freeze dont move hand where i can see them ............ You are under arrest.

Qu'est-ce qui était pire que la mort elle-même ? Eh bien, c'était mourir en sachant que personne ne vous regretterait, en sachant que votre mort était un service rendu à tous ceux que vous aviez connus. C'était exactement ce que je ressentais le jour où je suis mort. J'étais le fruit de l'amour du Roi Alpha de l'Éclipse, à une époque où le lien d'âme sœur était considéré comme sacré, un enfant né hors mariage n'était rien de moins que sacrilège... 'C'était sa faute, il aimait quelqu'un d'autre que son âme sœur...' 'C'était sa faute, il avait eu une connaissance charnelle d'une femme humaine.' 'Tout était de sa faute, mon seul crime était d'être né de sa luxure.' Mais pourquoi ce Roi Alpha qui était mon père était-il parfaitement en sécurité, alors que j'étais haï, méprisé et blâmé pour tout à la place ? Pourquoi devais-je être le pion de mon père, utilisé pour atteindre ses buts ? Pourquoi ne pouvais-je pas être rejeté comme tout le monde mais étais au lieu de cela assassiné par ma propre âme sœur ? Pourquoi ai-je été tué avant même d'avoir eu la chance de vivre ? J'avais mille questions et pourtant il n'y avait personne pour répondre et c'était exactement comme ça que je suis mort... Alors pourquoi mes yeux se sont-ils rouverts ce jour-là, un mois avant ma mort ? Était-ce à cause de mon petit secret ? Un secret que je ne dirai à personne d'autre qu'à vous... Au vu du titre de mon récit, vous devez penser que je suis un loup Oméga... Non, vous vous trompez... Je ne suis pas un loup Oméga, je suis un loup Alpha et mon nom est Oméga. ~Deuxième livre de la série la Renaissance des Loups-Garous. *Pas un préquel ou une suite à 'La Némésis du Roi Alpha', les deux livres ne sont pas liés si ce n'est pour le cadre du monde et le concept de Renaissance des Loup-Garous. *Couverture obtenue sur internet, tous les crédits vont à l'artiste original.*

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red. Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was. Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura. By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, "Finally, the dog died...". Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven. "HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven..." Kaal said while laughing. Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine. -----------××××----------------- Join the journey of kaal from Villain to the strongest demon god. -Slow-paced novel where every character has their arc. -English is not my native language.

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

Cultivation. Immortals. The Gods. A System. Sun Mo! Get ready to face the wrath of the entire world!" said a one of the hundreds of immortals across the Heavenly Dao. He was floating in the high lands above the Grand-Immortal Peak of Rejuvenation in his dark-steel clothing, striped with golden symbols that were imprinted onto his mystical robe. He was like the greatest villain everyone had feared. "It's time for me to release everyone of their worries and destroy this pathetic Heavenly Dao," Sun Mo said in villainous tone.