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Zuko Faints

Win My Husband Over to Find My Child

Witty FL x Adorkable ML + a cute bun + a talking crochet fox ---------- After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that. As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.” Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed. “How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims. “This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.” “And what mission is that?” “To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.” ‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice. ********** Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family. Calix smiles, pleased with himself, "Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now." But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body? Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him. "Husband! Help me find my child!" “Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation. He faints. ---------- WSA 2024 entry! Commissioned cover and character images by yuuri_e (Instagram)
hansora · 1.2M Views

I Am Who Will Transcends Everything Even the Heaven can't stop me

Thong was but an ordinary young man, dwelling in a remote and rustic village far removed from the bustling cities of the world. His father, the man he cherished above all, had always been the guiding light in his life. Though their bond was unbreakable, his father was plagued by a relentless illness that slowly drained the vitality from his body. Day by day, the malady gnawed away at him until, at last, the inevitable came—his father succumbed to its grip. In the wake of his father’s passing, the family’s modest inheritance was cruelly seized by his elder sister, a woman of great power and renown in the nation. She was a prominent figure in the realms of business and influence, her name commanding respect and fear alike. Yet, her heart harbored no love for their father. She took for herself everything their father had intended to share between his children, leaving Thong with nothing but despair. Wrath burned within him, fierce and unrelenting. In the depths of his anguish, he resolved upon an act most unthinkable. Ignoring the weight of law and morality, Thong took his sister’s life. He struck her down amidst her lavish comforts, her husband falling to his blade as well. The joyous life she had built crumbled in an instant, ended by her own brother’s hand. With his deed done, Thong fled to the humble village of his birth, retreating to the small hut where he had grown up. There, he waited in silence, awaiting the retribution that he knew would come. Those he had slain were figures of immense power; he was certain their allies would hunt him down without mercy. Thong sat within the confines of his hut, his heart heavy yet calm. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, but as moments passed, something unfathomable occurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place entirely unfamiliar. The decrepit hut he had known was gone, replaced by a dwelling of intricate craftsmanship and resplendent beauty. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint hum of spiritual energy. Surrounding him was a mountain peak cloaked in thick mist, the heavens above painted with a brilliance he had never seen. His body felt different—stronger, lighter, brimming with an unearthly vitality. Slowly, he came to realize the truth: he was no longer in his own world. Somehow, he had crossed into another realm, one that bore a striking resemblance to the fantastical cultivation tales he had once devoured with fervor. Thong stood there, staring into the endless sky, his heart pounding with both fear and awe. This was a world of immortals, of boundless power and untold possibilities. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.
The_Ancestor_ · 4.1K Views

SHADOWS OF ELDRALORE

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”
Mira_Tenny · 1.5K Views

A tragic love story: Grim reaper and Human

I CANT HELP FALLING FOR YOU, YOU'VE UNRAVELED ME IN WAYS I NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE. Natasha was a 24 year old lady, just like every other woman struggling to go through another day in peace. But her life took a wild turn when she met Drogen, a mysterious grim reaper cursed with immortality. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate and beautiful love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being, a being that she can never have. Drogen has lived for centuries without purpose, his only wish is to end his everlasting life, but his cold heart starts to soften when he met her, she unraveled emotions in him he never believed he could feel, but they later discoveres that she might be the one destined to end his life. Refusing to let fate tear them apart, Drogen fights to overcome the forces working against them, determined to protect Natasha. What begins as a tale of tragedy takes readers on an emotional rollercoaster filled with twists, danger, and heartbreak, only to reveal a hopeful and fulfilling ending. This captivating story promises a happy conclusion despite its turbulent journey. So buckle up and prepare for a passionate, spellbinding romance between a grim reaper and a human who defy the odds to be together. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, not recommended for teens under 18 years.
ELF_QUEEN · 20.7K Views

System Nemesis

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]
LaPlume · 1.9M Views

Descent to The World of Chaos

Mary, before being known as the Child of Slaughter, was once a weak and sickly orphan from a blue star called Earth. On that humble planet, she was unremarkable—a faceless figure among the countless souls resigned to their quiet and lonely demise. Her life was ordinary, fleeting, and insignificant. But fate had other plans Without warning, Mary was torn from her peaceful world and was thrust into the World of Chaos, a realm of unrelenting chaos and destruction Stripped of the mundane comforts of her former life, she struggled to adapt, clinging to survival with her frail body. Yet no amount of resolve could shield her from the harshness of this new reality Eventually the cruelty of her circumstances broke her, shattering her innocence and forging her into a cold, unyielding machine of war—a tool for survival in a world that demanded blood and sacrifice But even in the abyss, there remained a faint glimmer of hope As Mary encountered Ethan Bright, the Archduke of Dreams. He was the embodiment of perfection—a being feared by the gods and revered by mortals. As the Promised Fifth Celestial, he was destined to bring an end to this madness and become a beacon of hope in a cursed world His very existence gave hope, but hope was never enough. The burning star was eventually extinguished as calamity struck. The world they cherished was reduced to ash, and all they had fought to preserve crumbled Facing the End of Existance, Ethan Bright fell. The Perfect Being, the loving husband, the devoted father–he was no more. What remained was a hollow shell, consumed by guilt and despair. No longer the Archduke of Dreams, he became known as the Sin of Avaritia, a being consumed by insatiable longing and regret In his descent, Ethan embarked on a relentless crusade, hunting monsters and demons with unmatched ferocity. His wrath spared none as he left a trail of ruin in his wake, consumed by his vendetta against the Celestials Allies and friends who sought to save or stop him fell one by one, unable to endure the merciless path he had chosen Through it all, only one remained—Mary. She was the last tether to his shattered humanity, the one constant in his spiral of destruction. She was all he had left to protect, the only reminder of the man he used to be Confronted by the weight of his sins and the irreversible consequences of his actions, Ethan became known as The One Who Wished, a being who chased the impossible—atonement for an irredeemable past. Consumed by regret, he desperately sought a way to undo the damage he had wrought. Every effort proved fruitless, yet he pressed on, clinging to the faintest sliver of hope So at the face of an inevitable end, Ethan made his most desperate and selfish choice. He cursed Mary with a twisted form of immortality, one born of his own shattered dreams and unyielding desire to see her live on. It was a cruel gift, an unbreakable chain tying her to a future that he has failed to protect Though he expected her hatred and though he deserved her scorn, Ethan still dared to hope. Somewhere in the depths of his heart, he wished for her understanding, for her forgiveness. It was a foolish dream, but it was all he had left And so, Mary endured. Iteration after iteration, their destinies unfolded anew. With each cycle, they changed—growing, learning, diverging from the paths once thought inevitable. This time, they would rise to confront the sins of their past, the burdens of their present, and the sinners of countless timelines This time, Mary and Ethan would defy their predetermined fate. As they would face their irredeemable past and carve a new future from the wreckage of despair Tough the question remained: Can they finally escape the chains of their shared torment and bring an end to the suffering that had consumed them for so long? Only time would tell ********************* Hello this is my first novel so there will be a lot mistakes but i hope that you will accompany me through this journey
White_With_Light · 10.1K Views

Wings & Weapons

What happens when you take everything a common man holds dear, the very light of his life? Cry? He does. Feel helpless? Of course. Regrets? Definitely! But it doesn't stop there. A monster is awakened within him. A monster that cares for nothing but madness. This is a story of a powerless man going against the power of gods with nothing but a shotgun. Zeph is an ordinary salaryman with a simple, unremarkable life - going to office and enjoying quiet evenings with his wife, Renna. For him, nothing is more fulfilling than his simple life with his dear wife. But in this world, Thear, not everything is as peaceful because mysterious powers shape this realm. Among them are Angels and Fiends, followers of gods. Some use their power for greater good, while others create chaos. Still, for Zeph, they are either momentary whispers or distant myths. Until one night. That night, his peace is torn apart by a group of shadows with unknown but undeniably powerful origins. Renna is captured, and having his only shine in life taken away, he breaks. Barely surviving the onslaught, the man who once found comfort in the quiet simplicity of his life, now finds himself devoured by rage. Driven to save her, Zeph picks up a gun and goes on a violent, maddening revenge. --- "Corpse, you know what will happen to your wife? How do you feel? Dead and helpless?", the shadow hisses. I look up, my blood heating up with rage. A faint illusion of golden wings appears behind my back. My legs tremble, but not my voice. "Run and hide, rats... But remember. One day, I will knock at your doors. Each of yours... And when I do, you will feel a fear that destroys all your peace. Just like you did to me. And you are the first in line, snake." --- If you like my story, please leave a review. So that I may know where I am lacking and how I can improve. Thank you. Advance Chapters available in my Patreon- https://www.patreon.com/FictionGarden01 Join my discord for illustrations and updates -https://discord.gg/YAg7TrkV63
Fiction_Garden_Omm · 540 Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 113.2K Views

The Fractured Realm

Eliar Vayne was a man who thrived on logic, a mathematician devoted to unraveling the universe’s most complex mysteries. But when an experiment in his lab goes catastrophically wrong, he finds himself thrust into a shattered, alien world—a place ruled by chaos and cruelty, where survival is the only law. In this desolate realm of jagged landscapes and crimson skies, Eliar is no longer bound by the rules of his old life. Here, power is drawn from the raw energy pulsing through the world itself—a chaotic force that bends to those strong enough to command it. For Eliar, logic is his only weapon. With his understanding of patterns and equations, he begins to shape the energy into spells unlike anything this world has seen. But the world he’s been thrown into is not merciful. Predators stalk the shadows, rival survivors would sooner kill than trust, and the land itself seems alive with malevolent intent. Eliar must adapt quickly, forging alliances where he can and outwitting enemies who see his intellect as weakness. Every step forward is a battle, every mistake a potential death sentence. As Eliar navigates this unforgiving world, he uncovers traces of an ancient civilization—a people who once mastered the same energy he now wields. Their downfall holds the key to understanding this broken realm, and perhaps, to Eliar’s survival. But the deeper he delves into the world’s secrets, the more he realizes the truth: this world has no intention of letting him leave unscathed. Driven by the faint hope of carving out a peaceful existence, Eliar must endure relentless trials and confront the darkness within himself. In a world without mercy, only those who embrace the chaos will survive.
Ben_Dover69 · 4.9K Views

Phantom Warfare

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."
Emad_Sadiq · 651 Views

The Erratum

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”
DauntlessBrother · 2.6K Views

The Veil of Forgotten Gods

[Congratulations to the host for awakening the Forgotten Gods' Legacy.] [Host’s Initial Power: Unseen Affinity—A connection so faint, it borders on nonexistent, offering little to no advantage in the coming war.] “This can’t be right. What kind of system is this if I’m barely more than an ordinary human?” Frustrated and on the verge of abandoning hope, Leo is ready to quit. But as he delves deeper into the forgotten myths, the world around him begins to change. Shadows stir in the corners of reality, and voices from long-lost deities whisper in his ear, revealing a truth hidden from mortal eyes. Leo’s seemingly worthless power is the key to something far more profound. The Forgotten Gods' Legacy isn’t about raw strength; it’s about unraveling the mysteries of ancient gods who have faded into obscurity. Each challenge he faces brings him closer to unlocking the true power within—a power that could either resurrect these gods or consign them to oblivion forever. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, where forgotten deities vie for dominance, Leo’s journey will force him to confront the gods themselves, facing the ultimate choice: will he reignite their power, or let them fade into the abyss? His decision will shape the fate of both gods and humans alike. **"The Veil of Forgotten Gods"** is an epic tale of hidden power, forgotten deities, and the delicate balance between mortal and divine. For Leo, the path to victory isn’t just about gaining strength—it’s about discovering the secrets buried in the deepest shadows. ---
Saitama_idk · 23.4K Views

This is the life of a girl who wants to be a lady in a rocking chair

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!
Car0linEL · 2.6K Views

Rise to power: The Minion Subjugation system

Hiatus!(a week) {Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Harem, Dark Themes, and Ruthless Protagonist} Betrayed by those closest to him, Voldrak—the most formidable Outer Immortal—has fallen from grace, cast down to the desolate Base Realm. Now stripped of his power, freedom, and wealth, he awakens as a slave in a harsh world where only the strong survive. Reduced to a shadow of his former self, he is left with two remnants of his past: a faint trace of dark energy and a cursed Dual-Cultivation System he despises. Faced with a grim fate, Voldrak is forced to wield the forbidden power he loathes. Staring at the first notification from the system and the woman at his feet, he makes a chilling decision. “I will use you,” he growls, expecting resistance. But the woman, driven by her own desire for power, meets his gaze with equal resolve. “Then use me,” she whispers, eager for any chance to seek her own revenge. With vengeance as his guide, Voldrak begins a dark, perilous journey to reclaim his place in the Immortal Realm. …until one of his wives falls in a brutal battle, and Voldrak realizes the bitter truth: the cursed system wasn’t aiding him—but simply waiting to take control of his body. Enraged, he sacrifices his closest allies, shattering the chains of the cursed system. In doing so, he uncovers the truth of his erased memories and his hidden identity: the Supreme Ruler of the Superior Immortals, betrayed and cast aside in a cruel conspiracy. Reborn in blood and fury, Voldrak makes a pact with a demonic entity, sacrificing his mortal body for a chance at true rebirth. With his soul blackened beyond repair, he sets out on a new path, one paved in blood, vengeance, and unrelenting conquest. [Minion Subjugation System Activated] [Stella—Sixth Rank Soldier Defeated. Choose Action: Absorb Her Power, Convert Her to a Minion, or Add Her to Your Harem.] With each victory, his power grows, as he conquers new and brazen enemies. The three Superior Immortals, fearing his resurgence, scramble to halt his ascent. #Reasd ast your owsn perils!
deGreen_clawn0 · 107.3K Views

Contract marriage with a Demon.

Thank you for choosing My Demon who loves me. Hope you will enjoy it as I did writing it. just a bit bringing of this unique novel. The alarm pierced the air, shattering the silence. Dohe's eyelids fluttered open, and she hesitated before slowly sitting up. With a gentle touch, she pressed snooze, quieting the reminder she had set the night before. Dohe stood up, still wearing her pajamas, and slipped on her bunny slippers. Her mind began to drift to the past, memories she had tried to lock away for 14 years. The sound of an ambulance was the first thing she heard when she tried to recall that tragic night. As she turned, she saw her younger self, hair packed in two ponytails, eyes swollen from excessive crying. Dohe's voice trembled as she pleaded, "Mom..." She knelt beside her mother's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. The sound of shattering glass broke the spell, returning Dohe to the present. "The past you try to run from is what always comes to meet you." Dohe's life was a testament to those words. At 11, Dohe lost her parents in a tragic accident. Adopted by the influential Lucretia Family, she grew independent but struggled to shake off the pain. Fourteen years had passed, but memories of her parents lingered. Dohe yawned, covering her mouth, and walked to the mirror. A faint smile crossed her lips as she gazed at her reflection. She took a towel from her wardrobe and headed to the bathroom. After her bath, Dohe got dressed and picked up her bag. Her unique, soft hair framed her face. She recalled her parents' death on her 11th birthday, the last time she saw them. That fateful night, her parents received a call from the office, leaving Dohe behind. "We'll be back before you know it," they promised. But they never returned. Dohe waited, calling them repeatedly until a police officer answered. "Little girl, calm down... Your parents were in an accident... They didn't make it." Dohe's world shattered. Back in the present, Dohe's reverie was interrupted by a voice. "Where is she? I heard something break." A girl in her early twenties greeted an elderly woman. Dohe emerged from her room, hair cascading down her back, carrying a designer black bag. "Grandma, I'm going to the office. Don't forget your hospital appointment." As Dohe left, she called her manager, Lisa. A car pulled up; it was Lisa. "Miss Dohe, where are you headed?" Dohe entered the car, and Lisa informed her about a dinner meeting arranged by her grandmother. Dohe's annoyance grew. She called her grandmother, Majojo, who confirmed the dinner plans. Dohe was frustrated but had no choice. At the restaurant, Dohe met a man, Yehosua, who had booked the place for a private meeting. His blonde hair and brown eyes caught her attention. As Dohe entered, Yehosua read a newspaper, ignoring her. "Who are you?" he asked harshly, without looking up. Dohe introduced herself, and Yehosua's gaze remained fixed on the paper. A waiter interrupted, delivering cake. Yehosua's interest shifted, but Dohe was annoyed. "Can I sit?" she asked. Yehosua's sarcastic "No" fueled her irritation. Dohe took a seat, and Yehosua finally looked up. His handsome features surprised her. She wondered if he knew it was her birthday. Just as Dohe reached for the cake, a group of gang members burst in. Dohe slipped and fell, but Yehosua caught her, saving the cake with his other hand. As Dohe rushed to the washroom, she couldn't shake off Yehosua's handsome image. Meanwhile, the gang leader threatened Yehosua, who remained calm, focused on his cake. Yehosua's priorities puzzled the gang leader. "Can't someone eat cake in peace?" Yehosua asked, taking another spoonful. The leader's anger grew, and Yehosua's determination to savor the cake seemed almost... deadly. To know what happens next download or add to library Maring a Demon. by contract .
Favour_ada_14 · 1.4K Views

THE STRONGEST NEXULYTE

"I wished them immortality but my thirst for redemption caused them suffering, I gave them eternity yet brought the end of the world" Ethan mumbled as he dragged himself from the ruins of the Golden throne. "You should understand me, human, what I wanted, was eternal happiness...yet I received torments from my own wish" "You call me a human, aren't you the same?" Replied a faint voice. Ethan laughed in response before saying " Human? I am beyond humanity, I am...a God!" _____ The world was no longer what it once used to be. A thousand years after the birth of Nexulytes, people who were able to wield Nexus energy and awakened miraculous talents with unimaginable abilities, the earth had fallen to the brink of near extinction with just less than twenty percent of its population left. The Dreamscape, also known as the reflection of the real world, was a space that was shockingly similar to the real world and copied every small detail of the real world. Their only difference was that the Dreamscape was not a place where humans could move about easily as even the strongest Nexulyte could die without knowing how. Years after the appearance of the dreamscape and multiple gateways spammed all across earth, giving the horrors of the dreamscape access to the real world; they unleashed chaos and a hundred years of bloody battle were the consequences of humanity's late response. In a world where those with talents were worshiped and respected, a boy who hated Nexulytes and wished all of them could die ended up becoming one himself. Not only did he become what he hated, but he awakened a talent that he had never heard of or known about. How was he supposed to survive the fusion with a seemingly useless talent or was he ever going to find out the secret of his talent and the birth of the dreamscape? Ps: cover isn't mine#
Vee_High · 139.4K Views

Crimson Tides: A Royal Bloodline

"Crimson Tides: A Royal Bloodline" is an epic tale of duty, love, and the bridges built between two vastly different worlds. In the isolated mountain kingdom of Solaria, Princess Elara lives a life of privilege and purpose, beloved by her people but constrained by royal expectations. As a devastating drought threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, Elara finds herself at the center of a desperate gambit for survival. Across the misty borders, in the shadowy realm of Nocturn, the vampire king Darion rules with cold efficiency. His kingdom thrives in eternal night, but ancient prophecies speak of a union that could change the fate of both realms forever. When vampire envoys arrive in Solaria with an unprecedented offer - the kingdom's salvation in exchange for a royal bride - Elara must make an impossible choice. Agreeing to marry the fearsome Vampire King, she leaves behind everything she's ever known, venturing into a world of darkness and blood that both terrifies and intrigues her. But Elara harbors a secret that threatens to unravel everything: she faints at the mere sight of blood. In a court where bloodlust reigns supreme, her weakness could mean her doom. As she navigates treacherous politics, ancient rituals, and her growing feelings for the enigmatic Darion, Elara must find the strength within herself to bridge two worlds on the brink of war. Darion, initially frustrated by his unusual bride, finds himself drawn to Elara's compassion, wit, and unwavering spirit. Together, they face threats from without and within - power-hungry nobles, ancient prophecies coming to life, and the shadows of their own pasts. As Elara and Darion's relationship deepens from reluctant allies to true partners, they uncover long-buried secrets that connect their kingdoms in ways they never imagined. Their union awakens dormant magic and stirs forgotten legends, setting in motion events that will reshape the destiny of both vampires and humans alike. "Crimson Tides" is a sweeping saga of personal growth, political intrigue, and the transformative power of love. It explores themes of overcoming prejudice, finding strength in vulnerability, and the courageous act of opening one's heart to the unknown. As Elara and Darion fight to unite their people and fulfill an ancient prophecy, they discover that the greatest magic of all lies in the power of understanding, acceptance, and love that transcends all boundaries.
queen_ovhearts · 23.3K Views
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