Behold Traduzione

In a world where dungeon runners rise to fame by mastering their classes and conquering impossible threats, Alexander was never meant to be part of it. No class. No path. Just a quiet life. When a mysterious portal drags him into a hidden realm known as his Inner Path, Alexander unlocks a class no one has seen before: Beholder. There’s no fanfare. No guidance. Only eyes that see too much, and power that threatens to unravel his mind with every use. Now, trapped in an abyssal dungeon that reshapes itself around eldritch laws, Alexander must survive alone. But with each victory, his vision sharpens. His spells twist reality. And the deeper he goes, the more the world outside should start to worry. Because when he returns- They won’t be able to look away.

Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time. Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him. "What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers. "Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away. Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

The Accursed World of Terra cursed its people. The Deities ensured that there would be no peace with death, and from there they would rise again, with the retention of their former intelligence, but no longer the same person. Instead, a new kind arose, a kind of great intellect, but desires the flesh and blood with the beating heart. However, hidden deep within. A rebellion foretold eons ago, mankind descended upon a world of death and despair, and from there, with power and authority, stability shall be brought forth. All the while, uncovering the secrets of the old powers. Behold! The Emperor Of Man Rises! --- Author's Discord Server: https://discord.gg/QykfUHd6Ta

Qin Wei is the fourth son of the powerful Qin family. His eldest brother is a general, his sister married a Duke, and his third brother is a powerful sorcerer. His father is the Revenue Minister. His own uncle is the Emperor of Great Liang. But Qin Wei? He has no martial skills, no talent for business, and no ambition. He is only known for his good looks and bad habits, spending money on brothels, stealing lovers, and bullying others. The Emperor betrothes the Li Clan Heiress to Qin Wei, but the Qin family sends him away to be a matrilocal husband instead. On his way to Beiling for the wedding, he is ambushed and dies. That's where his story ends. But something strange happens afterward. A fanfiction writer from the modern world, who loved rewriting anime, wakes up in Qin Wei’s body. And he awakens the fanfiction system, where he could use the powers from all those fictional works. “You dare throw flames? Watch carefully, Wind Blade Shuriken!” “You want a final move? Then behold, Moon-Cutting Slash!” “You think strength wins? I’ll break your soul with United Smash of the Republic!” “You think swords frighten me? Witness, Three Sword Style: World-Cleaving Dance!” "Hmpf, you think your dragon summon can frighten me? Arise, Titan Warframe." Qin Wei wrote many fanfictions, rewriting the original stories. Now, it is time to rewrite his own story, turning into a legend. This is the rise of the Fanfiction Emperor.

It's a long story, but one you've never heard before. This story is about a world that teeters on the brink of collapse, horrors rise from the Deep-dark, monstrous entities born from the collective. To stand against them, Earth relies on Beholders—rare individuals awakened to supernatural power. Ulysses, an ordinary boy from the technician caste, raised by a violent father and abandoned by his mother, becomes a Beholder after a brutal encounter. He finds death is the price of sin. And misbegotten zealots, sinister plotters, and the crawling darkness stalk the world. The cost of power is steep. Can Ulysses survive long enough to reunite with the mother who left him behind?

"Behold, the Apocalypse has begun. Humanity must rise or perish." ... The Apocalypse dawned upon the world, everything that was normal was soon destroyed and it brought humanity to... The age of survival. The gods wanted entertainment and so the virtual MMORPG Eclipse: Dawn of Ruin has bled into reality, every human awakens a Core System — a game-like interface granting stats and abilities to battle monstrous Specters. Gray Mercer, an introvert that lived with his friend and his wife dreams of carving a name in this brutal new world. His grit and quick reflexes mark him as a potential hero among the survivors. During the global Awakening, as the Organizing Gods declare Earth a live-service game with a World Ranking for kills, Gray’s Core System evolves into something unique: the Survival System. [Host found, system binding...] [System binded successfully.] [Congratulations, Player, you have awakened the Survival System] [Ding! You can now see HP bars, exploit weaknesses, and claim loot from fallen Specters.] [Ding! First skill unlocked: Weakpoint Strike – deal 20% extra damage to critical points.] His only ally in this world is Emma Brooks, the healer-bound widow of his best friend Nathan and together they would conquer the apocalypse for all it was worth.

Raka Wright had just turned 18, it was supposed to be a joyous day. Filled with joy and laughter, instead, the sky split into two. They called it The Merger. That day, a second sun bled through the clouds and stitched the fantasy realm of Arche to Earth. Skyscrapers swallowed by mountains, coastlines vanished in fire, and entire countries burned to ashes. A silver-tongued deity dangled salvation before Raka’s family, then dropped them to their deaths. Where other survivors stretched trembling hands toward divinity, Raka met the gods’ gaze and did not flinch. “If heaven will not mourn with me, let it tremble before me.” Somewhere in the shattered world, time holds its breath around a sleeper wrapped in humming light—an unfinished weapon awaiting its cue. Behold the one forged in the fires of the end of the world, destined to kindle the first light of its rebirth. Things to expect: - Magic mixed with technology - Weak to strong, gets a boost in the beginning but its a hard climb from there. - Slow pacing, like pretty slow - Post Apocalyptic-ish - Action scenes that make sense - God vs Mortal and rewriting fate themes Note: SLOW PACED STORYTELLING! *********** I will also be posting on RoyalRoad . com u der the same name. https: //www . royalroad . com /profile/707226/ fictions **********

Spring It was Shrove Tuesday. Nebel had just entered the corso, already at dark, and as she unpacked a bundle of streamers, she looked at the carriage ahead. Missed from a face she hadn't seen the afternoon Previously, he asked his companions: -Who is it? She doesn't look ugly. -A demon! She is gorgeous. She think she is the niece, or something like that, of the doctor Arrizabalaga. She arrived yesterday, it seems to me ... Nébel then fixed her eyes intently on the beautiful creature. She was a still a very young girl, perhaps no more than fourteen, but completely nubile. She had, under her very dark hair, a face of supreme whiteness, of that matt white and satin that is the exclusive patrimony of very fine. Long blue eyes, losing towards the temples in the circle of his black lashes of hers. Maybe a little apart, what gives, under a forehead smooth, air of great nobility or great stubbornness. But her eyes, like this, they filled that blooming countenance with the light of her beauty. And feeling them Nebel stopped a moment in his, he was dazzled. “What a charm!” He murmured, standing still with one knee over the man. Surrey cushion. A moment later the streamers were flying towards victory. Both carriages were already linked by the bridge hanging of ribbons, and the one who caused it smiled from time to time at the gallant boy. But that already came to the lack of respect for people, coachman and even carriage: over the shoulder, head, whip, fender, streamers they rained incessantly. So much so that the two people sitting in the back They returned and, rather than smiling, examined the spender carefully. “Who are they?” Asked Nebel in a low voice. —Dr. Arrizabalaga; true that you do not know. The other is the mother of your girl ... She's the doctor's sister-in-law. As if in pursuit of the exam, Arrizabalaga and the lady smiled at each other frankly before that exuberance of youth, Nébel believed in the duty to greet them, to which the triplet responded with jovial condescension. This was the beginning of an idyll that lasted three months, and to which Nébel contributed how much adoration there was in her passionate adolescence. While She continued the privateering, and in Concordia it lasts until incredible hours, Nebel incessantly stretched his arm forward, so well that the The cuff of his shirt, detached, danced over his hand. The next day the scene was replayed; and how this time the corso was resumed at night with a battle of flowers, Nébel exhausted in a quarter of hour four huge baskets. Arrizabalaga and the lady laughed, turning often, and the young woman hardly took her eyes off Nebel. East he cast a desperate look at his empty baskets; more about him Surrey cushion there was still one left, a poor bouquet of evergreens and jasmine of the country. Nebel jumped with him over the surrey wheel, he nearly dislocated an ankle, and running to victory, panting, drenched in sweat and excitement on the surface, he handed the bouquet to the young woman. She searched recklessly another, but she didn't have it. Her companions laugh. "But crazy!" Her mother told him, pointing to her chest, "there you have one!" The carriage started at a trot. Nebel, who had come down from the stirrup, afflicted, he ran and reached for the bouquet the young woman held out to him, her body almost out of the car. Nébel had arrived three days ago from Buenos Aires, where he was finishing his baccalaureate. He had been there for seven years, so his Knowledge of the current society of Concordia was minimal. He should stay still fifteen days in his hometown, enjoyed peacefully of soul, if not of body; and lo and behold, from the second day he lost all the serenity of him.

A happy future awaits every child who has been born into the world. However, that could not be said for Rodrick Leinart, a man who was less fortunate enough to live the early years of his childhood with a happy and complete family...only for it to end up in a tragedy: behold, his ruined family. Dealing throughout life after the outcome of his father's infidelity, he vowed to become a man who his mother could be proud of. ...but when he chooses to play the most popular game of his time, a VRPG harem-based game with the potential to help him financially, he is torn between two choices: play the game and earn money, or honor the promise he made to his mother. So? What does he do? He plays the game in the opposite way as advertised! "Harem? What harem? I only choose to have one wife!" ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ TRIGGERS ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ 1.) First-Person Writing (I know, but it is what it is...I promise it will be enjoyable though. The story will start first and foremost with plentiful observations though, so if that's a red flag, don't read it hahaha.) 2.) Slow Burn Romance (Just because it's nice to see romance bloom slowly...from nothing. And also because it's underrated.) ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ AUTHOR'S NOTE ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ But seriously, who knows? You might enjoy the story despite these triggers. Just give it a shot, maybe the first 30 chapters? :

He felt his whole being swept away by the melody and gentleness of her soft voice. He can't help but crave to hear her every single, second, hour, minute, and hour all the days of his life. The more he listened the more he found himself getting drunk and attached to her. Slowly, his longings and cravings grew into an addiction to an obsession that he couldn't sleep or think straight without hearing her. As he tries to deny his growing feelings the possessive beast in him yearns to capture her soul, attention, and everything within she owned to himself. Unknown to him his addiction has slowly started to turn from obsession to possessiveness growing into love. __  A chance encounter that brings two souls together and develops a very twisted and beautiful story between them. Sour to bitter moreover love. Malone was born a jade beauty and jewel of her parents. She ventures into the crude world to survive by all means after losing her father in a homicide accident. She and her mother were left to battle the bills and disgrace from the loan shark, money used to settle the damages after the accident. Her life changed the day she unknowingly caught the interest of a well-known billionaire mafia Alexon while working as a singer in a combo club.  — It was a lovely scene to behold. Her soft and mellow voice which can be referred to as a golden one rings and captures the hearts of every man present in the club putting them in a trance, while their hungry eyes lock on her slender body swinging from side to side as she hypnotizes them with her angelic voice. Her smiles melted their hearts. The sharp contrast of her purple hair radiates with her creamy skin. It was unknown to her the cold gaze locked on her from the first floor of the club through the closed VIP doors. How will she be able to escape from the clutches of the well-known billionaire mafia? Will Alexon realize his deep feelings before it's too late? What will Malonei do when she realizes behind her father's death lies untold stories and secrets related to Alexon? — "I think you are mistaken, I…. Don't know. You?" She explains with her shuddering eyes filled with fear. He smirks lightly looking down at her slender features. "Please don't…" her unfinished words were cut short as he placed his smooth fingers on her plump lips. "Ssh…. Don't say a word." He commanded with his deep and sexy voice. His words alone were filled with a heavyweight She stared wide-eyed, with her heart pounding hard in her chest. He stands tall towering above her while sizing her up. The light in his eyes changed to the one that craves desires and lust. The weird feeling kept growing in her, making her fold her palms tightly on her knees while sitting on the cold floor, her eyes staring at him full of panic.  "Moan for me…" he suddenly said, breaking the cold silence. She looks confused opening and closing her mouth. "You heard me, MOAN!" He declared. Join The Mafia Dangerous Love –Maloney to find out the twists and crannies behind their untold love story. Warning, The content is rated matured, it's cordially advised to read at your own risk.

Her wedding becomes a murder scene. All fingers pointed at her, the whole town was ready to hang her head on a spike. Iris Thorvald, the daughter of the Duke, raised in castle walls like a princess became a fugitive in her own home. “Run! As far as your leg's can take you! don't turn back,” Her grandmother had said to her. Off she goes, the unsuspecting blonde princess, falling into the clutches of the bloodthirsty Crown Prince. “The King of Wrath” They called him. The demon of Wrath suited better. He's out searching and plucking the eyes of his enemies out. Little bird Iris happens to fall on his bad side. Excerpt: "In the mystical realm of Aestheria, a kingdom of breathtaking beauty, a centuries-old curse befell the king. Blessed and cursed with seven offspring, each embodying a deadly sin, yet gifted with extraordinary powers that would become both their greatest strength and most debilitating weakness. Behold, the seven demons: Tryphon, Demon of Wrath Eamon, Demon of Greed Myrine, Demon of Pride Athan, Demon of Lust Aaron, Demon of Gluttony Magery, Demon of Envy Atlas, Demon of Sloth Their fate intertwined, their powers awaiting unleash in the SEVEN SINS SERIES

just a random day for Micheal when he suddenly wakes up as baby

"They say; Imagination made magic itself." "Behold, a new era of magic." ... "Years ago, your mother had left you... am I right?" The man started the interview. "Yes. Yes she did. She was the only person I had trusted." "Years later, how do you feel about the magic that everyone had used to fight you?" "There's still a lot missing to it---if they don't do anything about it, I will be unbeatable. "Being able to pierce, cut, and slice through anything..." The man continued.. "How does it feel...?" The boy spreads his arms, like that of a bird, and look at the plain old ceiling, "ITS... THE GREATEST HIGH!" [Posting 1-2 chapters daily] [Average word count per chapter: 1,690]

He transmigrated into a cultivation world, reborn as a striking genius with extraordinary talent and a formidable lineage. But there’s a catch—he’s the Villain, already pitted against the story’s invincible Protagonist. No matter. The Hero may wield the power of fate, but this Villain possesses a cheat system that rewards his evil deeds with boundless power. He seizes anything he desires—treasures, women, even lives—with ruthless abandon, crushing anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. Behold as he defies the heavens, bends fate to his will, and rises to unmatched supremacy through the path of evil!

“Where is Madam?“ Kael asked as he stepped into the house. “......“ He paused as he received no answer from the bulter. He slowly turned to asked the bulter as he asked again “ Where is the Madam” “Uhm... Sh... Sh... She went out...“ The bulter stuttered as he replied while trembling at the same time “What” He coldly asked “ She traveled again” “To where?“ “Coldwest City” °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Few moment later Seren entered into her apartment after coming back from a party. “Ughh.., why is it so dark” She grumble as she struggled to find the switch. After turning on the light, she went to the sitting room only to freeze. ..... “Ho..ney.., why are you here, no.. no.., how did you know that I'm here” She asked shocked, widening her eyes. “What did you think” Beyond and behold, Kael is sitting on the chair, looking pretty much relaxed and laid back. “You promised to always inform me whenever you want to travel but this time you actually break the promise” “What should I do to punish you” Kael stood up and asked, as he slowly walks towards her. “N..no.., I mean don't punish me” Will someone tell me what exactly is going is going on. Her plan was just to come to a party only for this night, have a few hours sleep and get on an early flight in the morning before her husband got home from work since he has called that he'll be busy that he won't be able to come home this night. Oh... My... God... Last time he punish me, I wasn't able to go to work for a whole week. No no no, I must find a way to espace this She thought as she tried and make an escape. But before she can move, her waist was firmly grasped in his hand. “No... I promise not to do ...“ Her lips has locked by a cold lip, sucking her away. Before she plead for forgiveness, it was too late. **************************************************** In a world of wealth, power, and ruthless ambition, Seren Delyth, a fiery heiress with a taste for rebellion, finds herself cornered by an impossible ultimatum from her father. To secure her independence and protect her family’s legacy, she must marry a man she’s never met—a man whose heart is as cold as his billion-dollar empire. Enter Kael Veyne, the calculating "Frost King" of the business world. For Kael, love is a liability, and marriage is nothing more than a necessary transaction to secure his grandfather’s approval and his empire’s future. A one-year contract, no strings attached. Simple, right? But when Seren crashes into his meticulously ordered life with her fiery spirit, colorful chaos, and sharp wit, Kael’s world begins to thaw in ways he never anticipated. Seren, in turn, finds herself both infuriated and intrigued by Kael’s icy demeanor and unexpected moments of tenderness. As sparks fly, secrets unravel. Seren's father, the enigmatic Magnus Delyth, has his own reasons for orchestrating the match—a strategy that goes far beyond a simple merger of fortunes. Meanwhile, lurking rivals, meddling friends, and the haunting shadows of Kael and Seren’s past threaten to tear their fragile bond apart. In a game of power, trust, and love, Kael and Seren must navigate a labyrinth of high-stakes deals and sizzling chemistry to discover whether their marriage of convenience can transform into something real. Can a cold billionaire and his fiery contract bride find forever in a union built on lies? Read to find more how the cold king got flamed by the fiercy queen.

Chi Chi transmigrated 10 whole years ago. It was sudden, but after ten years they settled into an average life in this magical world. Though when they body they are living in matures at age 25, their system unlocks. A system they didn't really want. Though, who isn't tempted by potential super powers. *** Authors Note: Hey guys. I'm started writing this as a joke. Though low and behold it was fun so now I'm taking it seriously.

In a kingdom where the crown is not passed down by blood, even a prince must earn it—and even a peasant can claim it. Keiser was a knight, one of the first commoners to ever reach the final trial of the King’s Gambit, a brutal series of challenges devised by the king himself to choose his successor. While noble-born contenders trained their entire lives for this ruthless competition, Keiser, a man with no mana, defied all odds through sheer grit, loyalty, and unyielding strength. At his side stood Prince Gideon Aury Valemont, the king’s fourth son, who had seemingly renounced his claim to support Keiser. Or so Keiser believed. At the final trial the truth was revealed. Keiser had been nothing but a pawn. Gideon had used him as a shield, a decoy to draw out assassins and political threats, all while secretly paving his own path to the throne. The final trial demanded that a candidate’s chosen ally either make the ultimate sacrifice—or betray them and take the crown. Gideon chose the crown. Kneeling—bloodied, broken, impaled by the very sword that had once been his salvation, forged from the core of a dragon he had spared in his youth—Keiser remained upright only by the steel lodged in his chest. Smoke curled from his seared flesh, sigils burned into his skin by the hands he once trusted. And as the pain faded into numbness, he looked up... To behold Gideon, crowned in gold and betrayal—a serpent in royal silk, enthroned by treachery and gilded lies. In that final moment, Keiser understood. The King’s Gambit had never been about valor or justice. It was a game of shadows—a masquerade where victory belonged not to the strongest, but to the most ruthless deceiver. But death was not the end. Keiser awakens in the frail body of Muzio Auro Valemont, the king’s disgraced, long-missing bastard son—fated to die soon before the Gambit begins. To stop history from repeating itself, Keiser must find himself—convince him that the betrayal is coming. That Gideon, the man he trusts most, will drive a blade through his heart. Even if it means entering the Trials once more, in a body too weak to wield a sword, with magic too wild to control, and a name no one respects. Keiser, now Muzio, must train, scheme, and survive— Not as the knight who flew too close to the sun, But as the bastard son hidden in its shadow. He no longer seeks the crown. He seeks to destroy all who dare to wear it. *** Updates 2000+ Words Daily

What's the difference between Dreams and Reality? Some would argue that they're different, but I beg to differ. The harder a Reality hits, the more one begins to wish it's a Dream. But it doesn't really matter anymore. After all, both Dreams and Reality are merely opposite sides of the same coin. ***** From the distance, beyond the undulating horizon where time held no meaning, a presence stirred. A ripple of something greater—something ancient and watchful. A voice, neither spoken nor heard, resonated in the Beholder’s mind. *You meddle where none should tread. The Balance must be upheld.* The Beholder’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Balance is but an illusion,” they whispered, and with a mere thought, the sky shattered into a thousand reflections of possibility.

A tapestry of ancient intrigue mingled with effortless wit and heartwarming devotion: behold the cunning, vengeful yet endearing Ninth Prince—both a master of subtlety and madness—embarking on a riotously sweet and thrilling quest for the throne! Witness the emperor enraptured by romance, courtiers amused by scandal, and vigilant officials ready to impeach even the slightest misstep... A vibrant, comedic panorama of the ancient world that will leave you laughing endlessly! Open these pages to discover how a fierce heroine and a tormented prince join forces to shake the very foundations of the realm. Her betrothed, both deceitful and cruel, even plotting murder to silence her. Ye Jiao, poised to strike first, seeks a scapegoat to bear the blame. She expected a frail, inconspicuous pawn, but the rumors deceive—he is in truth the enigmatic Ninth Prince, a man of dual faces and profound schemes. After Ye Jiao wields the prince’s name to punish her treacherous fiancé, Li Zhen, the true Ninth Prince, declares: ‘Madam, perhaps a hush money might be in order.’ Flustered, Ye Jiao asks, ‘How much do you require?’ Li Zhen replies, ‘One hundred taels.’ Ye Jiao gasps, ‘Why not just rob a bank?’"

"You're an Ackerman?!!!" Tobi pushed his sister away in confusion, "Yeah I am, look!" Crystal point at her left arm and there was a scar of the picture of a minute sword on the side her shoulder, "You're my master too!" "I am?!!" Tobi, her brother was shocked, "Check your back I sense it's there" Crystal raised her brother's shirt and lo and behold there was a tattoo of a sword drawn on his spine! "But... This is dangerous..." "Why?" "If anyone finds out you're an Ackerman... You're going to get killed... Sis" ... Ackermans... great warriors, awakened humans that received a blessing from the god of the Ackermans but turned their backs against their god and proceeded to live a life of malevolence and chaos nearly plunging the world into darkness. Narrowly the world escaped the war of the Ackerman which was called the "Pandemic of Death", and put an execution to all Ackermans that roamed the earth which led them into exile. Why did they attack the world and cause several generations after them to suffer in the world? "I'm afraid the curse has affected your sister..." "We still have time right?" It was the curse of the Ackerman that caused the pandemic of death on the earth, it turned Ackermans to monsters and depending on the power of the Ackerman the dangerous the monster becomes, Having found out his sister was affected by the curse, Tobi arises to find a cure before she turns into a dangerous beast that'll endanger the whole world. On the journey of finding a curse mysteries to the power of the Ackermans are slowly being uncovered and mysteries about the world that they live in... [ And yes the character there is the boy, I know don't judge me, he's a sweet guy trust me] [ This author is going on a haitus, Very long break]

[Fast-paced] [Angels] [Myriad Races] [Kings] [Invincible] [From Tribe to Empire] [Gods] [Hegemony] [Continental Map] [Sky Lord] Chapter One: The Primordial Age of Ignorance In a time before humans existed, when the ancestors of elves were still trolls, Titan giants ruled the earth, and dragons dominated the skies. At the end of this era, a fierce battle between the Titans and dragons left both sides devastated. It was then that a transmigrator arrived in an eagle man tribe, guiding them on their evolutionary path, ultimately transforming them into the angel race. Countless years later, the glory of Heaven spreads across all heavens and realms. Jarius Veyron, the King of Angels, sits upon the Supreme Heavenly Throne, as endless beings sing praises: "Holy! Holy! How can sinners behold the majestic glory of the True Lord? Each offers jade crowns and splendid adornments, presenting them to the golden hall of the divine throne."

What do you behold, O Goddess of Life and Death? What truths lie beneath your gaze? In a world consumed by war and chains, one is either the hand that strikes or the flesh that bleeds beneath it. Eleven kingdoms are locked in endless conflict, driven by clashing ideologies, cultures, inheritance, land, and the thirst for control. Within the Xia Empire marches a certain female commander. She leads only a hundred soldiers, yet enters campaigns where ambitious generals chase their dreams at the cost of hundreds of thousands of lives. She was once a bandit, a murderer of innocents. Yet now, she too dares to dream, with a dazzling fire in her eyes. As wars rage on, as corruption spreads and politics decay from within, while nations fight for glory and survival, it is the nameless and faceless humans who are left to confront the true cost of it all. And yet, even in death, man marches on.

Goblins are stereotypically known to be an ugly savage creature with a pointy nose and yellow eyes with green skin making them a grotesque sight to behold only really using numbers and traps as a way to survive. At the beginning of stories they are usually regarded as cannon fodder and are a quick way to level up at the beginning by the main cast. But what if a human was reincarnated as a goblin? How would he live his new life?

When a scarlet meteor streaked across the sky, the progress of human civilization ground to a halt. From that moment on, rockets ceased to soar, nuclear bombs lost their edge, airplanes were grounded, and cars came to a standstill... The colossal edifice of civilization built by modern science crumbled with a thunderous crash, yet the shadow of disaster lingered on. The gray world descended with the meteor, like the eerie reflection of ghosts behind a mirror, dragging civilization bit by bit into the abyss of chaos. In this era, human lives are as trivial as dust; Yet in this era, humanity also shines as brightly as stars. As the great edifice of civilization teeters on the verge of collapse, some behold an actor standing tall amidst the ruins. His scarlet robe is like congealed blood, and his expression shifts between joy and sorrow. The curtain of the era slowly parts behind him. He spreads his arms and softly intones to the multitude, "The grand drama... begins."

If someone is given the ability to grant others superpowers, How will they act? Good or evil. Sinful or rightful. Bad or... Joshua Oliver, Was given such ability. Will he succeed in doing what he deemed good for others or fail horribly?

BEHOLD! A world where dragons roam the sky and unleash there devastating powers on the lands. In the world of Eldrinth, humans hunt dragons to claim their power. When a dragon is slain, its soul — called an Essence — is absorbed into the weapon that struck the killing blow, granting its wielder extraordinary abilities. Across Eldrinth, nations clash over differing beliefs about dragons, fueling conflict and bloodshed. Akimitsu Akira, heir to a powerful clan devoted to Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time and Space, is driven by vengeance after the death of his father and the mysterious destruction of his people. Armed with rage and a thirst for answers, Akimitsu must navigate a dangerous world teeming with political intrigue, ancient secrets, and the unstoppable force of the dragon Essences. Will he survive long enough to uncover the truth behind his father's death — or will the same fate that claimed his clan devour him too? Hey Author here, I am fully writing this story now and it would be great to have your feedback on the first couple of chapters that I release. This is my first book so I thank you for reading it and have a wonderful day.

"Greetings, Scalers... beware of all of this around you. A game that will carve its name in history... (glitch sounds!) in the shifting dimensions of fantasy and reality, this game emerges in between... fighting, thriving to live, killing, murderers, emperors are born within, find the *****. Wake up! (Siren sounds!)” With tears running down his eyes, a young man in his twenties witnessed an ominous part of the trailer of a game that will eventually shift both Fantasy and Reality together. A game were leveling system is all about training various aspects, fighting AI mobs and bosses, collecting various resources, discovering secrets, and rising with your own scale. On his way to glory, carving his name in history, suffering and agony were always right ahead of him. He was shattered, corrupted, destroyed. Being chained inside a fragile body with shattered veins and muscle fibers along with a corrupted mind. A trial that had fun playing with his nerves, destroying every bit of his body. A trial that was only stated for Death. Pain has never left his senses, yet he was thriving to kill. Even himself! He murdered himself, he feasted on his flesh, and crushed his bones into white powder. The Harbinger of Destruction, the Crimson Herald of Death, and the Shadow emperor were titles he obtained out his inhumane demeanor in the game. Until he managed to create his own weapon. A weapon that doesn’t shift between Fantasy or Reality, but Emerges from within. A weapon that washes the whole world with utter darkness, a power to behold. The “Fallen Shadows”

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

"Please, dance for me one last time," he pleaded, his tender touch gently stroking Naria’s hair as she moved with a beauty that evoked the fragile fluttering of a butterfly in a field of blooming flowers. Naria's dancing was a wonder to behold; each step released a cloud of butterflies that danced along with her. The blind, evil dragon prince was captivated by her beauty, talent, and spirit. He loved her with a passion that consumed him so much that he kidnapped her to marry him. Naria hoped that her new life as a princess would help her avenge her parents, who were killed by the King, the black dragon’s father, and find out the truth about her real identity. But as if this wasn’t enough, a new love interest appeared, each one vying for her attention and claiming her as their own. Naria's heart was torn, caught between her love for the dragon prince and her need to find out the truth. As the prince disappeared into the distance, Naria knew that she had to make a choice: fight for her love or let him go. But fate was cruel, and before she could decide, tragedy struck. "Be it the light of day or the veil of night, across all epochs and eras, my love, I vow to search and find you, and once again make you mine with a heart that only beats for you."