Hood Irony

Popular girl Ari Cho is absolutely charming, leaving Yumi Kim, the school nerd, so gay to function normally. ** FOREWORD: Like any other day, I sat back and watched Ari hold court in the far corner of the school cafeteria. She was surrounded by her usual swarm of admirers, each one trying—and failing—to win her over. One by one, they crumbled under the weight of her gentle rejections, their faces painted with the sting of unrequited affection. Oh, what a marvellous sight to behold. The scene took a dramatic turn when two of the boys started arguing, throwing out accusations about who was making Ari more uncomfortable. The irony was almost too good—they were both so oblivious to the fact that their entire presence was likely making her want to bolt out the door. I took another bite of my sandwich, savouring the free entertainment. Poor Ari, trapped in the middle of a gaggle of hormonal teenagers who genuinely believed their cringe-worthy displays of “manliness” would sweep her off her feet. Pathetic. You might be wondering why I’m not stepping in to rescue Ari from that circus of admirers. Well, let me give you three solid reasons why meddling is a terrible idea for me. First, I’m no Superman—I don’t do heroic deeds. Second, I’m far too comfortable living my drama-free life to jeopardise it now. And third, let’s be real, my body is definitely not built for a catfight. As I happily munched on my sandwich, enjoying the chaos from a safe distance, I made a grave error, I locked eyes with Ari. Oh, crap. Picture this: while the two idiotic boys were still mid-argument, Ari—with a slightly shy smile—started walking towards my direction, her tray of food balanced in her hands. No, no, no. God, please tell me she’s not actually coming to talk to m— “Hi, Yumi!” she said casually, her smile so bright it could power a small city. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not So Typical (on going) Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH

Stuck in the worst dream possible – the reality of my own creation. Here I am, not the all-powerful author, but an unsuspecting character, woken up in a beggar's body in the world of my own novel. How? Why? I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to survive. My memories of the story's plot are sketchy at best, but I remember enough to know I've got to stick to the main storyline. Life-or-death decisions, cryptic mysteries, formidable enemies, I wrote them all. Now I must face them firsthand. The irony would be delicious if it weren't so deadly. Am I stuck in my worst nightmare or have I been given a chance to rewrite my destiny? Only time will tell. Until then, I’ve got to survive in this Insane world, a plot to follow, and one hell of a story to write... by living it.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

On new year eve a very popular VRMMORPG was going to release globally from Korea, where over 5 million players joined the server of the world of destiny. However when the countdown of the full version reach zero none of the players were able to log out or log in. All of the players that were in the game were teleported to the central plaza in the town of level 0, with the exception of a few of them. A giant white hooded avatar appeared in front of the players hovering high above the sky from them. He explained to them that this virtual world is their new reality, and if they wanted to escape they would have to defeat every boss. Starting from level 1 all the way to level 100, each boss getting more difficult than the last. However they would soon come to realise that the monster and bosses in this world isn't going to be their only enemies.

In a world where humans are divided in two; magics and non magics. The magics had magical powers while the non-magic had none. As fate would have it, the magics treated the non-magics like abominations. But as fate would also have it, everything changed when a-thought-to-be-a-failed-experiment non-magic; Jack Steven, came into the picture. Waking up in an isolated bungalow. He had no memories of who he once was. He began living in their unique world, where magic was everything. He came across the Vicentes; a family of very powerful and unique magics and felt at home with them. But everything changed when a magic used a dark magic to create a doppelganger of him, that killed his only friend; Leonardo Vicente's mum. He ran away and decided to exact revenge on his doppelganger. On arriving to an isolated cabin, which he traced the doppelganger to, he had a strange encounter with a hooded person; the master planner of this whole story. He fought his first fight; his doppelganger, after almost losing his life, he managed to win. He met Leonardo and tried to explain, but Leonardo already knew of his innocence and warned him to run away because his dad was all out to kill him. He escaped, but that was after he tortured and killed his doppelganger. After two years of hiding, he came across Leonardo; who was now a powerful magic and experienced a rough experience with his dad which left him emotionally scarred, but it also strengthened Jack's and Leonardo's friendship after a fight that changed Leonardo's life and Jack's life and personality the most. He went far away and went into living an isolated life again. Not wanting to experience what he had with Leonardo and his father. While living an isolated life he defeated three of his classmates badly in a tough fight and learnt some secrets. Later, he met a young magic who changed him and two other young magic, which he took as families and students and began training the three magics. After some while he learnt of  an object named 'the God orb', an extremely powerful orb, that was created with energy from  'Omni God', the most powerful being in existence, by the God of magic himself . It was said to grant almost any wish one can think of. But a challenge must be done in order for the wish to be granted. Jack tried by all means and managed to win. But his wish changed the balance of nature and existence and brought the hooded person's plan to reality. Find out what happens. How the wish changed him. How it affected the balance of reality. How his friendship with Leonardo grew in a strange but unique rivals sort of way. What the hooded person's plan is. Embark on this journey and experience all the adventures and tough battles. All the awesome magics and God blesseds and their cool ability. All the twist, drama, action, plotilation specials, all the parts that aren't here and so on.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no no.* Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

From a childhood marked by suffering, through the struggles of growing up, and finally achieving success in life, he had endured it all. One day, he decided it was time to rest—time to settle down, marry, have children, and train them to carry on his legacy. But fate had other plans. Reality was cruel. On his way to his wedding, his life was abruptly cut short. A sniper's bullet pierced his heart, killing him instantly in his car. Yet, in a twist of cosmic irony, his soul was extracted before it could pass on. In a half-conscious, half-unconscious state, his soul traveled millions of light years across the universe. He witnessed stars and galaxies, memories that weren’t his own, and a recurring nightmare that would haunt him for eternity. When he awoke, it felt as though he had emerged from an eternal slumber. To his shock, he was no longer in his old world. Instead, he found himself in the body of his ten-year-old self, having transmigrated to a completely different world—a world of darkness and despair. This new world was a place where sadness and bloodshed reigned supreme. The strong oppressed the weak, crushing them like insects. Here, money held no value without power. It was a brutal, unforgiving realm where survival was the only law. Zilon, as he now called himself, would have to cling to anything—anything at all—just to stay alive. But survival was only the beginning. Zilon, who had started from the very bottom, would have to claw his way to the top. He would face life and death, sweetness and sorrow, and ultimately, he would confront the true disaster of the universe: the Demon God. Yet, the demons were not his only concern. Otherworldly creatures known as Chaos Creatures emerged periodically through a rift called the Chaos Gate. These beings possessed the power to annihilate entire universes if left unchecked. Despite these overwhelming odds, Zilon’s ambition burned brighter than ever. He vowed to become the strongest being in the entire multiverse. He wanted his name to strike terror into the hearts and minds of all who heard it. Not dragons, vampires, werewolves, elves, beastkins, demons, giants, or titans—nothing would be worthy of being called his enemy. But would these be his only adversaries? Or would greater challenges lie ahead? ...... **NOTE 1:** If you’re wondering whether this book is a mistake, rest assured—it’s not. If you want to dive straight into the main story, start reading from Chapter 17 or 18 (subtitled *Zilon*). However, I highly recommend reading Chapters 15-16 first, as they provide crucial backstory and context. To clarify, Chapter 19 (which is Chapter 17 in the main storyline) is where the main narrative truly begins! **NOTE 2:** No matter what, do not—under any circumstances—compare the contents of this book to the real world. This is a work of pure fantasy. While some elements may coincidentally align with reality, they are entirely fictional and not intended to reflect real-world events or ideologies.

Laos, a teenage loser, has spent his entire life playing role-playing games, watching anime, reading light novels, and bullying people by calling them "NPCs." One day, in a mysterious incident, Laos and his friends were summoned by the goddess to another world, and each was given a different class: "Hero," "Priest," "Wizard," etc. But unfortunately, or rather, in an irony of fate... Laos received the worst possible class, "NPC." What will Laos do in this new world, and how will he cope with his life and frustration? While his friends venture out with their newfound powers to save the world from demons, Laos works... as a servant in the princess' palace. Will Laos' life end like this, or will he rise and change his fate?

A young boy awakens in the ashes of a destroyed village, marked by a mysterious glowing rune on his abdomen. He has no memory of how he survived a ritual sacrifice gone wrong, only haunting flashes of hooded figures and searing pain. Forced to flee through fields of ash and ruin, he soon realizes his body is now younger, weaker, and marred by unearthly power.

Jace Hakeem Lyon Is an enigma despite being touted as a five-star high school recruit his character leaves much to be desired. His ego is backed by his relentless desire to prove himself by collecting ground levels for little room to care about others' thoughts. He may seem laid back or in control but that's far from it as a monster called anger that feeds off his loneliness, greed and pain to push him forward. Born and bred in east La Crenshaw strong isn't something he shouted for the sake of it, it's something he had to live up sparing no time to live up to others' expectations for what black excellence is supposed to be. On the field, he is known by many names: The Light-Skinned General, Crenshaw's Tiger, and many more. However, the only one he truly cares about is his moniker, Mr Bling, as he thrives on adding to his trophy cabinet. Like most people who grow up in the trenches that is Crenshaw, he spent his early years dodging gangs and drugs. Football was his escape from his chaotic life as he only ever truly felt complete when he had a ball in his hands dodging guys built like trucks trying to take him out. However, following a strategy that took his parents in the middle of his freshman year and let his older sister scarred both physically and mentally, Football became his only lifeline to save both him and his two sisters from the hood as life dealt them a bad hand.

"So, Diana, what's your excuse for betraying me?" His amber glinted eyes bore into the woman with bloodied, broken blue hair, kneeling in complete disarray. "... you're evil." "Oh, so, looking out for all of you makes me evil?" The man narrowed his eyes, contemplating the echoes of protagonist halos and heroines' mentality, starkly real now. Coming from a world far removed from such grim reality, he had read about these personalities in novels, but experiencing their shortcomings firsthand was a different story. "How am I evil?" He looked down at his foot where a young man, limbless and crushed, lay in a state of complete brokenness, mustering the little strength he had left to utter some words. "... y.. you ba..stard, You killed millions." Hearing these words, the man's internal amusement grew at the absurdity of these hypocritical people. He had eradicated all the evil organizations within the Empire after ascending to his throne. Wars were waged to crush rebellious kingdoms that stood against his Empire, uniting the entire Heidal Continent under one flag—the Selvius Empire. He shifted his gaze towards another woman with pink hair, her body completely broken, supported by a rock to maintain a semblance of balance amidst the devastation. "Hmm, so what about you, Karina? Wasn't your family about to be executed by the Aidiac Royal family? Is it wrong for me to have intervened?" "You killed them without mercy, and although you saved my family, it was not worth it." "I just saved—" "It's bullshit. You could have solved everything peacefully without drawing so much blood." Hearing all this, the man began to understand why those novels depicted these people as hypocritical and low in intelligence. If he hadn't saved them, they would have suffered the most gruesome fate. Yet, despite being saved, these ungrateful individuals chose to blame him. The bitter irony of their ingratitude gnawed at him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "Guess you all have the same reasons." The man looked towards the seven people, their disdainful gazes directed at him. He had only aimed to change their fates, to rescue some from slavery, others from crippling circumstances, and a few from inevitable betrayal. Yet, they all blamed him for saving them, unable to comprehend that he had severed the root causes that would have subjected them to excruciating suffering. "Hahaha." "Indeed, now I see." He now understood what those novels had tried to convey—'these idiots think this whole world works like they think it would.' 'System......... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join Discord for Faster Update notification:: https://discord.gg/QZnWtQARft Additional Tags :- Smart MC, Harem, Time Travel, Yandere, Tsundere, Ruthless, Manipulative, Cunning, Regret, Reincarnation, Transmigration, System, No-forgiveness, Betrayal, elves, werewolves, vampires, dwarves, demons. **NO YURI, NO INCEST, NO NTR and Anything That Readers Hate, Me myself being a Reader, will never provide content that will destroy reader's mood. **MC is not Weak and Simp, his mentality maybe, to have soft corner for people in need but by no means he is blind, Don't take his Silence as his weakness. **About My Writing style - I love to keep Readers on edge, Don't believe what your eyes read as maybe they are some illusions, Coming to conclusions about plots will be your biggest mistake. Lastly, Don't Ask Questions in Review, it is for your true opinion about Novel, Go through novel once and leave a review, if you like it. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ~ you can expect some errors Villain https://discord.gg/QZnWtQARft

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

I had three simple rules: 1. Never remove the hood and mask. 2. Don’t attract attention. 3. Follow rule one and two at all costs. Simple, right? Well, I followed them religiously—until Jason came along and shattered them all. I didn’t want anyone to know my identity. I just wanted to stay in the shadows, finish school, and disappear. But no, the stupid jock had to get in my way, and now my peaceful, hidden life is in ruins. I didn’t mean to embarrass the school’s golden boy. His name? Jason. He’s the son of the country’s richest CEO. Ironically, I chose this place to hide from my own father, the man I’m trying to escape. I look too much like him, and if anyone made the connection, my cover would be blown. Hence, the hood and mask I wear every single day. But now, instead of just hiding from my father, I have to watch out for Jason, too. He’s vowed to make my life miserable. I still can’t figure out his obsession with me—one minute he’s humiliating me in front of everyone, and the next he’s trying to kiss me behind the bleachers.

Ignis, a weary priest with shaky faith, battles demons and curses armed only with a rosary, holy water, and an unrelenting dark humor. Amid supernatural struggles and mental chaos, he discovers that even in hell, there’s room for irony. Facing horrors and secrets far beyond his grasp, Ignis must fight not just against evil, but against himself. "A Hell of a Job" blends dark fantasy, sarcasm, and the supernatural in a chaotic yet hilarious adventure.

Ding [congratulations you have acquired the Celestial{God of speed}System] [Do you accept the term and conditions of the system] With a huge claw at his face ready to take off his head, sending him back to the dark abyss from which he had just arrived not so long ago, already accepting his fate for a second death. Henry saw a holographic screen flash in front of him, one that would change his new life for the better... or worse, seeing no other option in his current dilemma and with nothing else to lose. "Yes, yes i accept!" he screamed out with determination and hope that this might just be a miracle here to save him from certain doom,and indeed it was. [You have successfully acquired all the functions and priorities of the system,including its benefits and disadvantages] Henry saw the screen again but that wasn't all he saw to his disbelief everything in the surroundings including the ferocious beast trying to kill him, were now completely still with the lion's claws just a few centimeters away from his head. "Wow, i guess this must be part of the benefits the system granted," he exclaimed with surprise "But what about the demerits?" I guess we'll find out soon enough as this was only just the beginning. Now with his newly acquired "cheat" system in a new world he had just been reincarnated to. From an urban civilization to an even more futuristic, civilized urban utopia where magic and technology are well versed, Henry must find his true purpose in the new world as he discovers more beings like him both good and bad. And as he navigates his way to a better second chance, making new friends and encountering old foes courtesy of his predecessor. Going against both celestial entities and monsters from other realms and doing as he pleases, defying rules of the multiverses and discovering worlds beyond. "Or maybe I'll just kick back and relax in this New World." SNEAK PEAK! Henry stood face to face with the mysterious figure, their suits a stark contrast to each other. Henry's white and gold suit gleamed in the sunlight, while the other figure's black and purple suit seemed to absorb the light around them. A mask covered the figure's face, making it impossible for Henry to discern their identity. "You're quite the legend, Henry," the figure said in a low, gravelly voice "I've heard a lot about your skills." Henry's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" The figure chuckled. "Someone who's been watching you. Someone who's been waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Henry's grip on his fists tightened. "What do you want?" The figure smiled, their mask glinting in the light. "I want to see how fast you really are." Without warning, the figure took off, their black and purple suit blurring as they sprinted away. Henry's eyes widened, and he grinned. "Game on!" he exclaimed, taking off after the mysterious figure. The two speedsters tore through the city streets, their suits leaving trails of distorted air in their wake. As Henry left a trail of gold lightning so did the figure leave one of purple. Henry's Nitro suit glowed with a brilliant white light as he pushed himself to his limits, his feet pounding the pavement in a blur. The mysterious figure was fast, but Henry was determined to catch up. He focused all his energy on the chase, his senses heightened as he navigated the crowded streets. The city became a colorful blur as the two speedsters clashed in a battle of velocity and agility. Henry's heart pounded with excitement, his mind racing with the thrill of the chase. Who was this mysterious figure, and what did they want? Henry was determined to find out. Crap! I wanted to write more but looks like I've reached the word limit. Sigh* Well I hope I've gotten your attention with all this, i like my summary to always look like a trailer, that's why it's so long. Anyways check more of these when you read my book and support, I'll appreciate. Gracias! Check my discord link in bio, join for more info.

Hood, a young dragon, has been discovered by the one she trusts. Now she must set out into the capital of Selethon, hiding her identity so she won't be hunted

Its  been centuries since the tragic loss of his beloved, Vampire Prince Ramus lives a life shrouded in grief.  Haunted by the memory of his deceased love, he encounters Isabelle, a human woman who is the uncanny double of his lost soulmate—a striking resemblance amplified by her similar scent and voice.  Consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Ramus is torn between his overwhelming grief and the burgeoning attraction to Isabelle.  Is this a cruel twist of fate, a chance for healing, or something darker altogether?  As Ramus navigates his dangerous world and the complexities of his feelings, he must confront his past and decide if he can truly love Isabelle for herself, or if he's destined to forever chase the ghost of his former love.

Jason Snyder, an 17 year old high schooler was giving his all to enjoy highschool and find love but failed miserably, his best friend is dating his long time crush, his child hood friend slash first love started dating his older brother, when he finally tries a last ditch effort to get a girlfriend before his final year of highschool the only girl who was ever interested in him started dating his bully. Jayson completely gives up on love and focuses on himself, doing and saying whatever he wants without a care of what others will think or say about him and focuses on improving on all the things he was bad at like sports, just when he's finally finding happiness in solitude things get complicated as love has a twisted game to play with him Join Jayson as his first love turn stepsister/ brothers girlfriend, crush turned best friend's girlfriend, school teacher turned step mother and the most popular girl in school turned father's side chick and ex turned bully's lover all want him now.

COME READ THIS HIGH GHETTO STREET LIT BOOK ALTERNATIVE TITLES: GHETTO WITH THE DEVIL My Baby Daddy Is A Vampire The Gangsta's Barbies The Hoe Who Forgot Her Name Chitlins With A Side Of Blood And Hustle: A Thug story Bram In The Hood BLOODSHOP Use The Right Stake Don't Be A Menace In The Hood While Bagging Blood Straight Outta Castlevania SLURP!!! and Poetic Death... We just keep missing the mother. And she's so close by

According to myths, two people were connected by the red thread of fate. They were destined to meet regardless of time, place and circumstances. They say the Gods tied an invisible red string around the little finger of those who were soulmates and will one day marry each other. The thread may be stretched, twisted or knotted but it will never be broken. *********************************************** Death. A word that terrifies humans. The absence of life, an inevitable universal process that occurs in all living things. For Crystal Myers, his death was just around the corner. She was diagnosed with a congenital heart disease when she was a kid. Although her family was wealthy, the doctors said it cannot be cured even with surgery. Although she was a weird university graduate who had a doctorate degree in mythological studies and was obsessed with beliefs, legends, and unworldly beings, she just wanted to live her life to the fullest and was just waiting for her death. But everything changed when she met Dr. Allistair Cohen, a renowned Cardiothoracic Surgeon. He promised to cure her and that she could live a normal life again but in exchange, she had to marry him. She was hesitant, of course. But a new life with a stranger wasn't a bad idea to move on from Brad. EXCERPT: “Why am I still alive? And where am I?” “You’re in my house.” It was a man's voice, but because of the darkness invading the room, she couldn’t see who it was. “I died. My heart stopped beating. How am I alive?” She asked again. “I saved you. It was forbidden, but I had to.” The shadow shown by the moonlight confirmed that the voice was coming from the couch just a few steps away from the bed. “You saved me? How?” The figure stood up and slowly walked toward the light. Her eyes bawled seeing a hooded black skeleton holding a scythe in front of her. “Y-You’re the grim reaper!” She exclaimed. “So you know about me. I am Erebus, son of the Goddess of Death Mist, Achlys. I am here to collect your soul.” She thought it was just a dream, but looking at her husband, she realized that he was not just a regular doctor. Could she continue her life with the man who had a dark secret? Could she control her heart every time he touched her? Would she continue being his wife if she found out that she was being deceived? ************************************* Book cover is not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

Asha thought her marriage to Adam was unbreakable—until, in a moment of rage, he shattered it with three irrevocable words: “Talaq, Talaq, Talaq.” Just like that, her world was ripped apart. Now, as she struggles through the isolation of Iddat, haunted by the loss of the life she thought she’d have, a desperate solution arises—one that will challenge everything she believes. In a bid to undo the damage and return to Adam, Asha must face the controversial practice of Halala: marrying another man before she can be with her first husband again. But fate has a cruel sense of irony, because the man she is forced to marry is none other than Zain—Adam’s best friend. What starts as a ritual bound by obligation soon spirals into a web of unexpected emotions, blurring the lines between love, loyalty, and duty. Caught between two men—one from her past and one from her present—Asha is forced to confront her deepest fears and desires. “His Friend, My Husband” is a provocative and heart-wrenching journey of love, sacrifice, and second chances. How far would you go to rebuild what was broken? And what if, in the process, your heart leads you somewhere you never expected?

WARNING: Graphic Violence depicted The world has been separated into four kingdoms. The kingdom of Fringhelm for their elite military know as knight. Despite their inferior technology, their expertise in combat and efficiency with their powers give them the edge over the rest. Although with this comes great corruption. Adriel, a human boy who is a Dévourer, Lykos, Adriel's adopted brother who is a wolf beastman with the affinity of fire magic, and Dania, an elven girl who has been friends with them since child hood and the Lover of Lykos, join the ranks of knights after many years working as simple foot soldiers. Knights isn't handed down to anyone only the best may be allowed to rise. They were unaware of the horrific world they entered. As the three of them make a team with two stragglers. They must fight, survive, and protect. They are unaware of a growing evil shrouding their world. A man trying to topple the kingdom on its head. Adriel must learn to survive, and Lykos must protect those dearest to him. Calamity approaches, and its closer than what they might think. Blood will be spilled; death inevitable. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello Luno here, if you have found the story intresting or want to leave any form of criticism to help me improve and give your overall thoughts of the story join my discord-( https://discord.gg/c82uZA923v ) its nothing much at the moment I'll be fixing it up as time goes by feel free to ask me anything and get to know me if you so choose maybe meet others while at it. I'd love to build a community as I improve as an author. This is my first Novel I've written many short stories, but only posted one online as a creepypasta (I know pretty lame :v) Hope you enjoy and have a great day. planning on daily hopefully. Cover Art by- IG: capricule Etsy- capricule

In the dawn of time, a family of ordinary sailors and fishermen unknowingly stumbles upon a fate that would forever alter their destiny. A goddess, angered by their alleged act of theft against her, cursed them to sail the seas eternally, plundering treasures and pillaging wealth. And they came to be known as the first pirates to ever exist. This curse, however, came with an unexpected twist; immortality. For centuries, the family navigated the treacherous waters, exploiting their newfound gift, to amass power and riches. They became the stuff of legend, feared and revered by all who crossed their path. Their dreaded name, "The Damned Ones," struck terror into the hearts of both men and gods. Years passed, and the goddess, seemingly capricious, lifted the curse, allowing the family to set foot on land once again. But this freedom came with a catch; their immortality remained, a double-edged sword that rendered them invincible and more formidable. And as the ages went by, the family's exploits became the tales told in myths and legends, but they themselves, lived among the humans. They built civilizations, sowed chaos, and reveled in their unparalleled power. Even the powerful rulers and other immortal factions trembled at the mention of their name. They were an overpowered, unkillable set of monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to have fun. After years of separation, the family reunites, only to discover that one of them had gone missing. But that was only just the beginning. A new enemy had emerged from the darkness, one who had in his possession a mysterious and terrifying power, one capable of killing even the unkillable family. The family, driven by a mix of concern and self-preservation, put aside their differences and join forces to vanquish the threat. Allied once again as one, their unyielding resolve and unmatched power would be tested like never before, but one thing was certain– they would not go quietly into the night. They had lived for tens of centuries and have gotten unaccustomed to death. The battle for their existence had begun, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. They fought against both old and new foes, in a world where the supernatural was nothing more than a fairy tale, living up to their mythical title as the... IMMORTALS Sneak peak! The sun dipped into the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow over the battle-scarred shore. The air reeked of saltwater, smoke and piles of dead bodies littered the battleground, their limbs twisted in unnatural poses. Amidst the carnage, a burly man stood tall, victorious over a defeated foe, he remained still, taking in the aftermath of the war. His side had emerged victorious, their enemies laid low. A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled within him, but it was short-lived. But his triumph was short-lived. A sudden sharp pricking sensation in his back prompted him to turn around, where he faced a young warrior, shaking with fear, clutching the hilt of a longsword whose blade had pierced through the man's back and was protruding from his gut. The man scoffed and with a swift motion, he reached around and grasped the hilt, pulling the sword from his body. The warrior's eyes widened in horror as the man withdrew the blade, the metal sliding out of his flesh with a sickening squelch. As the sword cleared his body, the man's wounds began to heal at an alarming rate. The gash in his back closed, the skin knitting together with an unnatural speed. The warrior stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on the healing flesh. "You... you're a monster!" The man's gaze locked onto the warrior, his eyes burning with inner fire. "You're right, i am a monster. Stab me a hundred times, decapitate me, entomb me, cut me up into a million pieces and incinerate the parts... I won't stay dead, I'm 'the' immortal, I can't be killed!" And with a swift, deadly motion, the man jabbed the sword into the warrior's throat, ending his life with a single, brutal stroke

Kazuki, a Japanese high school student, is abducted by a hooded guy on his way home from a boxing club training session. He awakens in a mysterious, otherworldly room, where he encounters an all-powerful entity. This being grants Kazuki a unique ability and presents him with a grim ultimatum: he must travel to various universes and complete missions assigned by the entity, or his own universe will be deleted. After seven days of grueling training with Enea—the guy who had kidnapped him—Kazuki is sent on his first mission. Together with Enea, he arrives in a world where dinosaurs never went extinct. Here, humans reside in massive, fortified cities. While some individuals venture beyond the walls, ordinary people rarely leave their safety. The world boasts advanced technologies far beyond those of the 21st century in some fields, and some inhabitants wield powers reminiscent of dinosaur traits. Their mission: uncover and thwart a rebellion brewing in the shadows of one such colossal city. Kazuki must adapt to this strange new world and prove his worth—or risk losing everything he holds dear.

Jessica a vibrant character with an unbreakable spirit, embodying resilience and determination despite the tumultuous circumstances of her childhood. As a young girl, Jessica is full of life, her laughter echoing through the halls of her family home. She’s curious and adventurous, finding joy in the little things, like climbing trees and dreaming of far-off places. However, as her stepmother Lovelyn’s manipulations cast a shadow over her innocence, Jessica’s carefree nature is tested. Lovelyn is more than just a stepmother; she’s a complex character driven by her own insecurities and ambitions. Initially, she appears warm and nurturing, showering her new children with affection. Over time, though, her facade crumbles, revealing a ruthless side. Her cunning nature shines through in her strategic manipulations, as she forges documents and spins elaborate lies to secure her children’s wealth. There’s an irony in her actions—she believes she’s protecting her twins at all costs, yet her deceit pulls the family apart and alienates Jessica. Then there’s Damien Theduson, who bursts into Jessica’s world like a storm. He’s intimidating yet charismatic, embodying the allure of mystery. At first, Jessica is drawn to him, intrigued by the secrets he carries. As she uncovers the truth about his ties to the dark underworld, her perception shifts. Damien represents both danger and the possibility of liberation. His character evolves alongside Jessica’s, transforming from a figure of intrigue to an ally in her quest for freedom. Through her interactions with these characters, Jessica’s layers unfold. She learns to stand up for herself and cultivate her dreams, turning pain into strength. Join Jessica in her journey from being a caregiver to reclaiming her own life...

When Ysabel wakes up in Lilymorn Monastery, she’s hit with the bitter irony of her situation—most people who get transported to another world end up as powerful heroes or legendary rulers. But her? An orphan in her old life, and still an orphan here. If anything, her life has only gotten worse. At six years old, a noble family adopts her, and for a fleeting moment, she dares to believe her luck has changed. It has—but only for the worse. From that point on, her life becomes a downward spiral of misery and pain. Then comes the most crushing realization: this world isn’t just random. It’s the setting of a storybook she once read. But Ysabel isn’t the heroine—she’s just a side character, one destined to die a meaningless death for the sake of someone else’s happy ending. Her tragic demise is barely a footnote, a throwaway sentence in the grand narrative. But Ysabel refuses to accept that fate. In a world teeming with nobles, elves, and powerful mages, she carves out her own destiny, forging deep connections with those she meets and unraveling the secrets of this magical realm. As the layers of the story peel back, so do the mysteries of why she’s really here—and what it all means. In the end, Ysabel breaks free from the chains of the story, smashing the script written for her. She becomes the protagonist of her own epic adventure, turning a doomed fate into a legend of her own making.

Synopsis: The Warrior’s Vengeance In the ancient kingdom of Dandelia, where power is won through blood and steel, Stella Peterson is a forgotten name erased by betrayal, buried beneath the ambitions of a woman who stole her birthright. Once the cherished daughter of Lord Peterson, Stella was cast out when her father died, left at the mercy of her cruel stepmother, Zina. Stripped of her inheritance and forced to survive in the shadows, she vowed that one day, she would reclaim what was hers. That chance arrives when a grand contest is announced the winner will become second in command to the king. It is a position of immense power, one that no woman has ever dared to fight for. With nothing to lose, Stella steps into the arena, her skills sharpened by the teachings of Helene, the mysterious woman who granted her strength. But Dandelia is full of secrets, and Stella soon realizes that her battle is not just against warriors but against the past itself. For among her enemies stands a hooded fighter whose eyes she recognizes the same eyes of a brother she once believed dead. And in the royal palace, King Aldric learns the truth that the girl defying tradition is not just another contestant. She is a lost heir. Now, Stella must fight not only for victory but for survival. Zina wants her destroyed, the king wants her silenced, and her brother holds secrets that could change everything. As battles rage in the arena and in the shadows, Stella will have to decide is vengeance worth becoming the very monster she seeks to destroy? Or will she carve a new path, one that could shake the kingdom of Dandelia forever?