Sand Burial Gaara

Reincarnated As A Hydra (Book 1 Chapters [1] - [80]) The only thing the mage remembers is his death. He sees echoes of a war long lost and a fallen city vanished in the sands of time. He died but now he breathes again? He finds himself in a new form and given a new name and someone to protect. The mage turned hydra is bonded to the girl he now calls master. Bjorn lost his old life and when Freja’s life is threatened he will do everything in his power to protect her and maybe find his memories along the way. "The Chronicles of a Scalebound Sage: Reincarnated as a Hydra" follows Bjorn as he protects Freja, his new master. She is scorned, beaten and disowned from her family for being a failure in the arcane arts. The two must lean on each other for strength to survive in a world of monsters and magic. This is a LitRPG adventure where every victory is a hard fought and death is quick to claim those that lack resolve. Interlude Chapters Additional interludes will explore other surprises, delving into different facets of the world and its inhabitants. Wandmaker (Book 2 Ongoing) An ancient power stirs, sensing the impending return of the True Immortals. As the signs of untold destruction echo across the world, the urgent need for a new Wandmaker arises. They will be a beacon of hope in the turbulent time ahead. The veil between realms grows thin, and beings from beyond begin to awaken, their eyes fixed on the Lower Planes. Tanisha, Bjorn and Joha finally leave the Yuhia behind to travel to more peaceful lands. Their journey leads them to the floating human nation of the Force Isles. Along the way, they encounter fellow travelers and seize opportunities to trade their wares. However, the path to the Force Isles is fraught with peril. The once-safe passage has been corrupted by chaotic magic, transforming a routine voyage into a treacherous expedition. Read ahead at patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ChildofAidon **Moving forward, the new release schedule will be on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays at 4 PM Eastern Standard Time (USA, GMT-5)** We now have a Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/childofaidon Or you can Join us on Discord at https://discord.gg/T2TXBdxqFb

Before there was light there were the Nightmares, and before that, there were the things that feasted upon the nightmares, the dark. Those that were born from the Darkness, at the birth of the First light of the Cosmic Sands that helped the worlds take shape. When the very first of the soul-possessing creatures, the lightborne witnessed the darkness, they sought to destroy it, fearing that would consume all things in its Voidfull Sea, but in their folly, their hubris had undone a fundamental aspect of the cosmos. Without the threat of the darkness to stave off the nightmares, all the worlds within each stellar grain became the prey they could hunt without limit. Grain by grain, world by world was lost, consumed by the nightmares, expanding the reach of the Voidfull Sea. But their hunger would not go unchecked, as the lightborne that remained, sought to correct the faults of their ancestors. Using the antithesis of the nightmare's might, they empowered a chosen few with their dreams, and with that, they forced the nightmares back into the Voidfull Sea. Using their light, they shielded the Cosmic Sands, from the reach of the abyssal waters. But where there is light, darkness will be born to soon consume it, and for some, the light isn't strong enough to keep the nightmares away. These grains, these unguarded worlds, without their light, their now, dustborne find those with that can once again wield the might of their dreams. For someone must, they must bear our dreams with the strength to achieve them. They may never have wanted a part in this ageless war, but they have now been entrusted with our hopes, the very last of our Dreams.

The biting chill of the embalming fluid hadn't quite worn off when I heard it – Ryan’s choked sob, laced with… relief? He clutched not my hand, but a crumpled lottery ticket tucked into *my* burial shroud. Five million dollars. The jackpot we’d played together the day before I “accidentally” fell from his yacht. Reborn, with the icy certainty of his betrayal burning in my soul, I knew exactly how to spend my second chance.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING - Swearing and sexual scenes are apart of this novel!!!] Al'Hazier was never as obedient as his older brothers had been. He got himself in trouble often, and did things he was explicitly told not to do - like drink things from the forbidden cabinet in the cellar looking to get a little drunk. He had no idea he had taken a precious, forbidden potion that his father had actually been saving for himself at the right moment. When the king discovered his youngest son had taken the very nectar he coveted - he was so furious that he did the unthinkable: He cut up Al'Hazier's body with a silver knife, and divided up his body parts around their country. For his head, though - King Varkys made sure that it was preserved in a crystal-lined silver box. A head that would never die. A head that lived in dark silence. A head in a sense - literally buried in the sand. That was over 300 years ago. Going mad, and certain he would be surrounded in darkness forever until the earth finally exploded and disintegrated his corpse - Al'Hazier wasn't expecting to see the sunny seaside again, nor did he expect a group of beautiful women to be the first thing he had seen in decades. After discovering his brother is up to no good, and how terrible the world has become, Azier finds his heart soften for his female companions, and hardened against Azrael, who has taken control over literally everything. Once he finally reveals his secrets to the six sexy saviors, they help him grow his abilities as well as his knowledge for the new world...but it comes at a price. Find out what happens when one war front becomes two as Azier not only takes on the tyranny of his brother - but his actual self as well when things end up not even close to what he expected. *Volume One Completed!!!* **Updated Daily** 50 Power stones = one extra chapter for that week. 1 Golden Ticket = two extra chapters that week. Gifts = four extra chapters for that week.

In the world of winged creatures, those born wingless are doomed to become invisible and forgotten. Hawk, Raven, Eagle, Vulture—each spirit determines the fate of its bearer. The ruling winged beings soar high in the sky above mere mortals, their dominance unshakable. Among the supreme avian spirits, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg” by her captain, was born as a humble sparrow. Aboard the Primrose, she ferried spices across the kingdoms, far from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received orders to escort the Hawk King Eros La Velle back to his kingdom after attending the Everdale Crown Prince’s wedding. The shameless king claimed the little sparrow stole his virtue and was hell-bent on insisting they build a nest together. The sparrow, now labeled a promiscuous peacock by the folks: “-_-” Enter an epic tale of fire and flight, where the truth buried beneath the sand is revealed, testing love and loyalty beyond the skies.

In the Ashen Reach, a cursed wasteland of black dunes and ember-storms, Torv “Ash” Kren runs alone, hauling glowing ember-shards in a battered sled. Once a raider, he quit when his crew torched innocence—now he trades magic fuel for water, machete chipped, coat patched, one job from death. An ember-storm cracks his sled—shards spill—when Lysa “Ember” Vey stumbles from the haze, half-dead, clutching a red-hot Core Ember worth a fortune or a grave. Lysa’s an ash-witch—bends shards into fire-blades, hunted by warlord Krax for a 10,000-shard bounty. She offers Torv 2,000 to run her to the Free Drift, rebel camp past the Dune Wall—or leave him dry in the sand. Torv’s gut says ditch her—warlord’s hounds close—but her ember buys time, and his Ash Runner Sense wakes: kills earn miles, power grows. They trek—raiders bleed, storms burn—Torv’s machete sings (+500 miles, Dune Dash), Lysa’s fire cuts deep. Krax’s dogs tear closer—ember-teeth glint—when the Core cracks, whispering: “Free me, claim all.” Truth hits: Lysa’s bounty’s fake—Krax wants the Core that cursed the Reach. Torv’s past crew died for it—he’s bound to the ash. Miles climb (Ash Veil, 1,000)—lungs scar, Lysa’s shard burns her grip. At the Dune Wall, Krax looms—Torv carves, Lysa flares—Core shatters, Reach shakes. Warlord falls—shards rain—but Torv’s ash-coated, Lysa’s bleeding. A new ember glows west—next run calls. Grind, fire, survival—will Torv and Lysa outrun the curse, or burn in it?

After a cataclysmic event, Earth was reduced to an unforgiving desert, its once-thriving landscapes buried beneath endless dunes. Humanity, battered but resilient, clawed its way back from the brink, forging settlements amid the ruins of the old world. But the sands are not empty—strange creatures and deadly beasts now roam the wasteland, remnants of a world forever changed. In this harsh new era, Sable, a young orphan, refuses to accept a life of mere survival. Armed with nothing but her wits and an unyielding will, she sets out into the endless desert, determined to carve out a future of her own—no matter the dangers that await.

Following the death of the emperor, the Astanian Empire plunged into chaos. His two sons both aiming for the throne caused a civil war that divided the empire. In the midst of this conflict, Alaric was forced into conscription. He later joined the crown prince’s army as a company commander. He led his 100-man army into battle, fiercely fighting with the hope of a better future. Unfortunately, he was just too weak to cause a ripple on the battlefield. A single arrow to the head shattered his hopes and he died without even a proper burial. Just when he thought that everything was over, he found himself back to his younger self with his memories intact. Armed with his knowledge of the future and a system that awakened his dormant powers, Alaric began his journey to overcome his fated demise. ~~~ Additional Tags: #Territory Management #Strong to Overpowered #Regression

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

The new story, "Rebirth of the Goddess: Mr. Mu, Be Gentle," has begun. It's a combination of top student, goddess, counterattack, supernatural abilities, and a detached yet restrained male lead. She was a superstar who won the Best Actress award three times in her previous life, with immense popularity. Yet, she foolishly served as a stepping stone for others, and after her death, didn't even have a proper burial place. Upon reopening her eyes after reincarnation, Qiao Xiaren slowly curled her lips. She intended to repay all her debts. In this life, she was determined to make those who had hurt, harmed, insulted, and slandered her wish they were dead. Reborn, she became a national goddess in the entertainment industry with thousands of fans, wielding her beauty and acting skills to dominate the entertainment world. He, a man of extraordinary background, was persistently pursuing her, "Woman, once I set my eyes on you, you can't escape." A match between two formidable powers, this is a refreshing story.

After her rebirth, she had become an angel and a little enchantress who was bent on revenge. When she met her enemy again, she would definitely make him die without a burial place! The man who appeared inexplicably turned out to be the Count of the royal family. With his escort, he had beaten all the boys and girls along the way, and from then on, his life had never been bumpy! "Earl, I want to be arrogant from the favor of others." "Good! Live streaming all over the world. I'll wash your feet myself!" "Earl, I want to see the largest moon." "No problem. Send a man-made spaceship immediately and let it send you to heaven." "Earl, I want to destroy those who bullied me." "Okay, the royal army will follow your orders." The real purpose of the Count pampering her with all kinds of ways was that women could not leave him forever. Regardless of whether she was an angel or a demon, she would only be tailored for him. The woman smiled and said, "Earl, I still want you to make it sound like you're trying to fool me." "Simple." The Earl knelt on the ground with a serious look. "My dear wife, long live your lordship."

A young man was living in the world of Marvel. With every step he took, new friends and enemies emerged. Against a god of war, his sword radiated immense energy, clashing head-on with divine might. As aliens swarmed the skies, invading his city, he raised his hand—spears of light and ice monsters materialized from his magic. When faced with a demonic being, his body was engulfed in a unique flame, and he charged forward with ferocity and power beyond that of mortals. Battling a master of magnetism, an individual capable of bringing about the apocalypse, a certain purple titan, and countless others, he stood his ground, wielding both intelligence and strength. Now, given the opportunity to access a powerful system linked to different worlds, this young man must carve his path in Marvel. Will he survive? Or will his fate be shattered, his existence erased like dust in the sands of time? Note: I)This book is a fanfic focous on Marvel. They not gone folow necessarily the UCM, but it will have influence. II)The protagonist will be OP, but will have growth. III)I dont have the rights to characters or contexts that are not entirely created by me. IG: @great.daoofspace

Fog shrouded Victorian London, but not the 1888 we’d recognise. There’s a whiff of revolution in the air, not to mention lycanthropy in the shires. As Mr Eiffel’s tower nears completion in Hyde Park, famed Egyptologist Sir Percy Tiverton returns with his latest find — a nameless book so mysterious not even the Royal College of Alchemists can decipher its runes. Alexander Faversham is England’s foremost champion of derring-do, but his legend is built on sand. Loyal-to-a-fault manservant Bill might know more about his master’s heroics than either are letting on. When the nameless book is stolen, Bill’s entanglement threatens to bring his carefully constructed façade crashing down. There’s something nasty lurking in the shadows and it wants its book back. Who would dare confront the tentacles slithering from the sewers? When the Empire needs a hero, it doesn’t always get the one it expects. Gothic/Cosmic Horror/Alt History

#R18, #HAREM, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED The impact rattled my bones, a chaotic jumble of noise and twisted metal. When my eyes fluttered open, the salt-laced air and the endless stretch of sand told a grim story – stranded. A beautiful, almost ethereal woman stood nearby, her gaze distant, and two flight attendants, their uniforms torn and stained, huddled together, their faces etched with fear. We were alive, but that was just the beginning. We weren't just fighting for survival; we were trying to piece together the shattered remnants of what had happened, and understand how we'd ended up here, on this forgotten place.

"Gerçek ile hayal arasındaki çizgi sandığından daha ince olabilir..." Sarah, sıradan bir genç kız olduğunu sanıyordu—ta ki hayatı bir anda altüst olana kadar. Babasının ölümüyle başlayan kâbusları, onu hiç bilmediği bir dünyaya sürükledi. Gözlerini açtığında, kendisini bir suikast çetesinin içinde buldu. Düşman mıydı, yoksa bir piyon mu? Kralların büyüyle hükmettiği, suikastçilerin gölgelerde saklandığı bu dünyada hayatta kalmak için savaşmayı öğrenmek zorunda. Ama içindeki en büyük savaş, kendi kalbiyle olacak… Çünkü aşık olduğu kişi, düşman ülkenin prensi! İhanetin, büyünün ve savaşın hüküm sürdüğü bu dünyada, Sarah kendi kaderini yazabilecek mi?

In a town haunted by ancient legends, Rei Kuzunoha searches for his lost sibling, who mysteriously vanished near a forbidden lake. The townspeople whisper of curses, vengeful spirits, and a dreaded Onryō whose name must never be spoken. Refusing to believe his sibling is dead, Rei uncovers a horrifying truth—he was meant to be the original sacrifice. Marked with the Brand of the Unforgotten, Rei becomes the vessel for a vengeful Onryō fused with the sea's fury, its whispers clawing at his mind, its power threatening to consume him. Now hunted by both the supernatural and the ruthless Shisōkai (Death Burial Society), Rei must unravel the curse’s origins before he loses himself to the entity within—or worse, becomes the next Umi Bōzu. As the line between victim and monster blurs, Rei faces a terrifying question: Was his sibling truly taken by the curse... or did something far worse happen that night?

Min-jun wakes up in a hospital room, but something feels off. His body feels lighter, free from the exhaustion that had weighed him down for years. Panic sets in when he realizes he’s somehow reverted back to his 22-year-old self. Memories of his life with Eun-ji—his wife who was lost in a tragic car accident—flood back to him. But there's a catch: those memories are starting to fade, slipping away like sand through his fingers. Is this a second chance? Or some cruel trick of fate? As Min-jun tries to make sense of his situation, he discovers that the world around him has subtly shifted. Familiar faces appear, but things aren’t exactly as they were before. And then there’s Ji-hoon, a mysterious figure who seems oddly connected to both Min-jun and Eun-ji. With time running out, Min-jun must confront not only his past but also the choices that led him here. Can he rewrite their story and save Eun-ji from the tragedy that tore them apart? Or will the weight of forgotten memories pull him deeper into confusion? But the more Min-jun fights to hold on to what he remembers, the blurrier the line between reality and illusion becomes. The past isn’t done with him yet—and neither is Eun-ji. In the end, Min-jun will have to face one ultimate question: How far is he willing to go against fate for the love he can’t let go?

Amidst the beauty of the sunrise in Sanur, the dance of the waves in Uluwatu, and the lingering scent of incense at Pura Besakih, Bali holds more than just natural allure—it holds untold stories. Beneath the shadows of ancient temples and the mighty roar of the Indian Ocean, Ni Made Ayu Sarasvati Dewi, a graceful Balinese dancer, is bound by a sacred vow passed down through generations—she must marry the man chosen by her ancestors, a Balinese man selected according to tradition. On this island of the gods, a forbidden love grows between the traces of sand and the whispers of the tropical breeze. In the shimmering city lights of Seminyak, beneath the lush frangipani trees in Ubud, or by the serene shores of Jimbaran, a long-silent heart begins to beat once more. However, Ayu's heart does not belong to the man destined for her. Instead, she is drawn to Daniel Laurante Whitmore, a young heir to a European real estate empire who has come to Bali not only to indulge in its exotic beauty but also to acquire the sacred land where Ayu and her ancestors have lived for centuries. Moreover, he is a photographer, captivated by the island’s rich cultural heritage, capturing its essence through his lens. Their brief encounter ignites an unexpected passion—one that carries both desire and an inescapable curse. When love and tradition collide, Ayu faces an impossible choice: to honor the vow engraved in her heritage or to risk everything for a love deemed forbidden. What begins as a tense confrontation slowly transforms into an undeniable passion. Daniel is drawn not only to the island’s breathtaking beauty but also to Ayu—the woman who fights to protect her legacy from the grasp of his own family’s business. But will the secrets carried by Bali’s whispering winds find their own way? Or will this love remain nothing more than a fleeting echo, lost amid the endless roar of the waves?

Crimson Sands of Seoul is an epic saga where the vibrant pulse of modern Seoul collides with ancient grudges and futuristic ambitions, creating a sprawling urban battleground of loyalty, betrayal, and power. Born in the forgotten slums of the old city, Min-soo is a man forged by hardship and the scars of betrayal. When his closest friend, Ji-hoon, turns traitor in pursuit of the glittering promises of the elite—and whispers hint at the possible betrayal of his cherished lover, So-young—Min-soo’s world shatters. Consumed by a burning desire for retribution, he vows to upend the oppressive regime ruled by the Iron Echelon in Gangnam, a modern citadel of steel and glass where the powerful maintain their grip through surveillance, ritual, and ruthlessness.

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.' All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them. His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness :Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongue Born to Pride, servitude to Humility. :Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divine Born to Gluttony, raised by Temperance :Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwill Born of Envy, chained by Kindness :Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accorded Born in Greed, defiled by Charity : ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery. Born to Wrath, burial by Patience :Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue. But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_ Born to Sloth, death by Diligence :Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_ Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity :Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_ Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death :Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_ Born in Despair, mourning for Hope ...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue :>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

This story is about a boy that saw his parents get massacred and is now working on his fighting skills to take revenge upon the tyrannic and oppressing kuroyami aku no alongside yagumi aku no ,sensei gaara ,mizuki ,rosemary etc.

Jade Huang is a young woman with dreams as bright as her captivating blue eyes. A dedicated medical student with a heart full of love for her family, Jade's life seems perfectly on track. But when a seemingly ordinary trip to Egypt unravels the threads of time, she finds herself entangled in a destiny that defies reason. Shadows of the past whisper her name, and ancient secrets begin to surface—secrets that threaten everything she knows. King Rameses II is the untamed ruler of Egypt, a Pharaoh whose power is matched only by his cruelty. Known as "The Golden Lion," his reign is one of both fear and fascination. His enemies tremble, his people worship him, and his throne is built upon the bones of those who dared to oppose him. Yet beneath the iron mask lies a longing, a haunting love lost to the sands of time. His empire stands eternal, but his soul remains shackled to a prophecy he cannot escape. When the present collides with the past, the universe shatters the boundaries of reality. As Jade is pulled into an ancient world of power and betrayal, the line between history and fate blurs. Is she the key to breaking the Pharaoh’s curse, or will her awakening be the spark that ignites a new era of chaos? Love or destruction—only time will tell.

【WSA Newbie 2025 Entry】 "Stripped of his power, betrayed by those he trusted, and abandoned by fate itself, the young master of the Celestial Clan faces a choice: cling to the tattered remnants of his righteous path or to embrace the darkness blooming within. When a catastrophic fall strips him of everything, he, along with his fiancée by his side, abandons the righteous path. Witness the birth of an anti-protagonist couple, as they forge contracts with ancient, terrifying beasts and carve a new destiny from the bones of their enemies." In the heart of the Azure Star Continent lies the legendary Celestial Clan, rulers of an unbroken legacy of power, wealth, and influence. At its helm stands Xian Tianyang, a prodigy born with unparalleled talent and destined to inherit the mantle of leadership. Calm, calculating, and relentless, Tianyang has forged a reputation as an unshakable force, a young master whose genius is rivaled only by his ambition. But the path to supremacy is fraught with danger. In a continent where alliances shift like desert sands and rival factions sharpen their blades, Tianyang must navigate a world of intrigue and betrayal. When his childhood fiancée, Lin Yuqing, the “Blooming Empress” of the Eternal Bloom Clan, enters his life, their union threatens to spark both alliances and rivalries that could reshape the continent. With ancient secrets lurking in the shadows, enemies plotting from every corner, and the weight of his family’s legacy on his shoulders, Tianyang must prove that he is more than just a prodigy—he is the heir to the Celestial Throne. Will their fates intertwine as destined rulers, or will the fires of ambition and duty tear them apart? Prepare for a tale of genius, power, and forbidden emotions, where every choice has the power to change the fate of nations. Disclaimer! Please read Auxiliary Volume 0 for important information to better understand the setting, characters, techniques, cultivation realms, bloodlines, beast levels, and contracts.

Love is weird, isn't it?, It encourages you to see the beauty in most despising thing. while when shattered left you to hate with all the peices of your broken heart. Love has different kind, ranging wide from between parent, to children, to siblings. each love has its own sets of boundaries but what if it's indescribable? what if its becomes the specific reason for breaking of a beautiful bond. Garam, a 12 years old, who has always loved his sister, more like a soul-less without her. Would have given his life in a heartbeat, but came across a truth he never had ever comprehend or anticipated, which pushed him to shut his affection. However, What if you were to live a life,that wasn't yours? what if your identity was nothing, and the love you received belonged to someone else. Gyu always ends up thinking does he even exist? if he does,then where is his share of love? But then again the love he gets in his deception, he clinge to cherished it. He tried hard to fit in, but suddenly getting caught he was pushed to something more brazen, only to be stumbling upon a different truth.

I woke up in a world that shouldn’t exist. And in a body that isn’t mine. The city around me is in ruins—silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments—whispers of a promise I can’t remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels… stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn’t. Time bends in ways I can’t explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes—this isn’t just about me. There’s something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?

When the dead hold grudges, they refuse to enter reincarnation and linger as vengeful spirits. A millennium ago, a new faction emerged from the lineage of tomb raiders, abandoning tomb plundering to specialize in resolving feng shui disputes and subduing malevolent ghosts. This faction was known as the Yin Yang Si (Department of Yin and Yang). At its zenith, all matters related to burial rites, haunted tombs, and restless spirits fell under its jurisdiction. Yet today, its legacy teeters on the brink of extinction. Only four core disciples remain: Qin Yichuan, Xun Yan, Yin Hongyu, and Yin Hongning. In shadowy tunnels, vengeful spirits block their path; cursed garments, overflowing with resentment, kill without a trace. A massacre in an old mansion—was it orchestrated by human hands, or a ghostly act of revenge? Sinister bronze dolls and possessed bodies unravel decades-old secrets. In remote villages, a relentless string of deaths and eerie midnight wails hide chilling truths. Amidst rising mysteries and unquiet souls, follow Qin Yichuan and his allies as they uphold the duties of the Yin Yang Si, judging the dead and solving supernatural crimes. Qin Yichuan and Xun Yan reunite to hunt ghosts and pursue justice. Tags: Suspense & Mystery, Premium Fiction

Full Title, AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic, Who Walked through Reincarnation for Two-Trillion Years Volumes 1-3 Synopsis: “Who?” Holding a lone gourd in hand the young man raises it to the Heavens with a single question. “Who wishes to accompany me? To stay by my side for an eternity, and to walk through the mountains, and seas?” May container spoilers below Volume 4 Synopsis: Weapon spirits, such is the nature of every single Sinner within the Leng Bing Realm. In other words, all of them are but tools, and a tool… “A tool has no right to choose their owner, and what a tool does is decided by their owner.” “…Cruel, how very cruel the laws of this world are. Even upon death, a soul may not rest.” Volume 5 Synopsis: “Surnamed Ye, if you had a choice between being a hero or a demon lord, which would you choose? Naturally, you can also choose to be a villager A or B if you wanted to.” “What kind of question is that? Hmm.” Contemplating for a bit, Ye Chen answers— “I guess, the hero? Since he always wins in the end?” “Hero, is it?” “And you, surnamed Long?” “I think, the role of the hero—is a role that should only be played by a masochist.” “The hell? Is this entire question supposed to be a way to diss me?” “The fate of a hero is to suffer. They’re constantly being pushed left and right. …While everyone else drowns in a sea of despair, a hero must stand their ground, and step forward—to guide the deadbeats along. They must become the shining beacon of hope that others may follow—towards a future, where they may survive. Tell me then, if a hero isn’t a masochist, then what are they?” The world is a game board, those who control the game board, and the game itself… What are they? Volume 6 Synopsis: “A lunatic near death has three options. One, they can choose to pass away peacefully. Two, they can choose to spend the rest of their remaining life to find a solution that will let them live. Three, they can drag an entire world down as a part of their burial.” ……… “The longer you live for, and the more you experience, the less you care about the things around you. Maybe, I’m just someone who has reached that point?” ……… “You’re right in saying that even if this world goes up into flames, I’d still be drinking away at my leisure. Why bother to care for a world that is completely foreign to me? The people who I had cared for, they aren’t here; hence, I see very little purpose in getting myself invested into this environment.” ……… The 46th prince of the Hong Xiao Empire was born between the emperor and the 114th concubine. He was born on a moonlit night, and yet, since his eyes were blind, his majesty—the emperor decided to name him Bujian Yue. “Did you know—that the more fearful a prey is, the tastier it is? At least to me, since I enjoy chewing on my food to savor the flavor.” “…?” Enlarging its stature, the black serpent abruptly snaps its head forward, and swallows the palace maid whole. Leaving a bite mark on the ground, the black serpent begins to chew, as the sound of meat and bones being pulverized comes from its maw. And eventually, the black serpent swallows.

The Realm of Aldoriel, a world in which the creator is a mystery. Were the deities tried to control humanity due to an incident of the past. Were humanity exceeded their limits, breaking the control. Where people could choose chains or freedom. In short, it's a place where a lot is possible. Especially when one becomes a forger or a breaker, people that can grow their power until they become existences that are a step away from divinity, Cosmic Beings. Now, within the world of kingdoms born either from the lineage of those that chose to be bound to the deities for power or those that didn't, choosing to simply tread the path of free forgers and the thread-breakers. Was Dhulir, born in a small tribe where their best warrior was a forger in the beginnings of the second stage, the inevitable happen, the tribe was eliminated turned into slaves or corpses. Now, enslaved to a powerful empire that had existed for millenniums, handed the short side of the stick. Will he continue the legacy of human ancestry, defying all the odds to become something great or being lost in the sands of time like the majority of everyone else?

War casts its shadow over the Republic of Nuukormit. The sands of the Aemitan deserts bleed into the snowy lands, drowning them in anguish and despair. A Quneq commander, enslaved after failing to defend his homeland, must carve a path back from the farthest reaches of the world. To free his people, he will wield ice and steel—or perish in the attempt.

This is a world where the strong reign supreme, where cultivators ascend through martial mastery and laws of nature, striving for ultimate power to defy fate and shatter the heavens! However, this world is far from free. It is but a lower realm, a breeding ground controlled by the celestial gods of the upper realm. Mortals and cultivators alike are mere pawns on the cosmic chessboard, doomed to perish in endless cycles of tribulation, their essence sacrificed to sustain the lofty beings above