Archer Ubw Chant

In the shadowed realms ruled by Lycan packs, where bloodlines are sacred and fated bonds are law, Nyma Ravengale has always been the golden daughter of Alpha Cedric—cherished, protected, and destined for a future as radiant as the moon itself. But when the Luna Ceremony, a sacred rite meant to honor her ascension into adulthood, reveals a truth that defies the pack’s ancient laws, Nyma’s world fractures. She is pregnant. And the child growing inside her is no product of a fated bond. The revelation ignites a storm of shame and fury Her mate, Lycan Prince Adrian, denounces her before the pack, refusing to claim a child he insists cannot be his. Whispers of betrayal spread like wildfire, poisoning the very air she breathes. Then comes her father’s decree—an ultimatum as cold as the northern winds. Kill the bastard child and reclaim her place in the pack… or be cast out as a rogue, stripped of her title, her home, her name. But Nyma’s heart rebels. The child—conceived in a single, forbidden night of passion with a mysterious outsider—is more than a mistake. It is her defiance. Her last act of freedom. To destroy it would be to surrender her soul to the pack’s cold judgment. To keep it would mean facing the wilderness alone, hunted by those who once called her family. Now, as the pack gathers outside, their voices rising in a merciless chant, Nyma stands at the crossroads of fate. Tonight, she is no longer the golden daughter, the cherished Luna. Tonight, her pack buries her. Tonight, she dies in their eyes. But the moon does not mourn. It has always feasted on dead things. And what the moon devours, it resurrects. As the wind howls through the night, carrying their chants like a funeral hymn, one truth remains unshaken: She will rise. Not as the woman they loved—soft-handed, honey-voiced, stitching their wounds with moonlight. No. The moon spits back what it can’t digest. Not as the Luna they cherished… Not as the woman they swore to protect… Their Luna’s dead tonight. The one that'll claw out of the grave with teeth made of their regrets, hair braided from the nooses they hung their lies on. Her eyes? Two black holes where the moon stuffed secrets. She’ll smell the blood they swore never spill, trace the betrayal they etched into the bark of the sacred oak. And when she opens her mouth to take oath? It won’t be a dirge. It’ll be a reckoning, sharp enough to split the night open. They’ll beg for the silence of her death. But the moon’s still hungry. And dead girls don’t stay dead. They stay angry!

Un récit d'un méchant, Fang Yuan, qui renaît 500 ans dans le passé avec la Cigale du Printemps et de l'Automne qu'il a affinée avec soin. Avec sa sagesse profonde, ses expériences de bataille et de vie, il cherche à vaincre ses ennemis avec habileté et intelligence ! Impitoyable et amoral, il n'a pas besoin de se retenir alors qu'il poursuit ses objectifs ultimes. Dans un monde de cruauté où l'on cultive en utilisant le Gu - des créatures magiques du monde - Fang Yuan doit s'élever au-dessus de tous par sa propre puissance.

Zwei Jahrhunderte nach dem Großen Krieg wurde endlich Frieden zwischen Menschen und Werwölfen geschlossen, zumindest glauben das alle. Werwölfe herrschen wie Götter, und die Menschen sind sich ihrer wahren Stellung in der neuen Weltordnung nicht bewusst. Um dieses zerbrechliche Gleichgewicht aufrechtzuerhalten, wird jedes Jahr eine Handvoll "glücklicher" Menschen aus verschiedenen Bezirken ausgewählt, um die Lunaris-Akademie zu besuchen, eine prestigeträchtige Einrichtung, die Ruhm, Status und die Chance verspricht, sich unter die Elite zu mischen. Die Auserwählten werden als die wenigen Glücklichen gepriesen, die dazu bestimmt sind, mächtige Alphas zu heiraten und zu Luna aufzusteigen. Dieses Jahr ist Violet Purple unter den Auserwählten, sehr zur Überraschung aller. Für das Waisenmädchen, das von einer in Ungnade gefallenen Prostituierten adoptiert wurde, ist dies eine goldene Eintrittskarte in ein besseres Leben, so sagt man ihr. Aber die Lunaris Academy ist nicht das Paradies, als das sie dargestellt wird. Alles, was man Violet und ihren Mitmenschen beigebracht hat, ist eine Lüge. Die Menschen sind bei weitem nicht gleichberechtigt; sie sind Spielfiguren in einem viel größeren Spiel. Die Akademie ist nichts weiter als ein vergoldeter Käfig, und die Studenten sind Lämmer, die zur Schlachtbank geführt werden, Spielzeuge für die Alphas, mit denen sie in ihren rücksichtslosen Spielen spielen. Zu allem Übel erregt Violet die Aufmerksamkeit der gefährlichsten Spieler in diesem Spiel, der Terror Four: das Alpha des Nordens, das Alpha des Südens, das Alpha des Ostens und das Alpha des Westens. Jeder von ihnen ist gefährlicher, verdrehter und mächtiger als der andere. Aber auch unter sich sind die Alphas gespalten, jeder mit seinen eigenen tödlichen Ambitionen. Und doch haben sie alle ein Auge auf sie geworfen. Sie erwarten von Violet, dass sie mitspielt, dass sie sich fügt wie die anderen, die ihnen zu Füßen liegen, dass sie sich ihren Spielen unterwirft. Aber Violet ist nicht wie die anderen. Sie weigert sich, sich zu beugen. Sie wird sich ihnen allen widersetzen. *********** Mit einem Grinsen, das ihr Unbehagen bereitete, reichte er ihr den Antrag. "Genehmigen Sie diesen." Direktorin Jamesons Neugier übermannte sie, als sie ihm das Papier abnahm und mit den Augen den Text überflog. Fast sofort blieb ihr der Atem im Hals stecken, und ihre Augen weiteten sich ungläubig. "Was zum ...?" "Es ist perfekt, nicht wahr?" Ashers Stimme klang fast schadenfroh. Verdammter Psychopath! Jameson konnte kaum glauben, was sie da las. "Mr. Nightshade, bei allem Respekt, diese Bewerberin....this hat gerade zugegeben..." Sie konnte den Satz nicht zu Ende bringen, immer noch entsetzt über den eindeutigen Inhalt der Bewerbung. Sie holte tief Luft und fuhr fort: "Es tut mir leid, aber ich kann das nicht genehmigen." "Sie hat mich herausgefordert", sagte Archer mit einem dunklen Schimmer in den Augen. "Was?" "'Warte, bis du mich im Bett siehst'", wiederholte er die fettgedruckte Zeile aus dem Antrag und sein Grinsen wurde breiter. "Und ich kann es kaum erwarten, es herauszufinden." "Mr. Nightshade-" Er stand auf und unterbrach ihren Protest, als er sie mit einem intensiven Blick fixierte. "Genehmigen Sie den Antrag. Ich werde nicht noch einmal fragen." Ohne ihre Antwort abzuwarten, verließ Asher das Büro in der Gewissheit, dass sie seinen Anweisungen folgen würde. Er bekam immer, was er wollte. Archer Nightshade ging mit federndem Schritt den Flur entlang. Zum ersten Mal seit langer Zeit fühlte er sich lebendig, sein Blut pulsierte vor Erregung. Die anderen Kardinalalphas hatten keine Ahnung, was er vorhatte, aber sie würden es bald merken. Er hatte gerade das Spiel in Gang gesetzt. Und das Ziel war Violet Purple. Das Spiel war eröffnet. Anmerkung: Dies ist keine gewöhnliche Werwolfgeschichte. Alles, was man über Werwölfe zu wissen glaubt, wird in diesem Buch in Frage gestellt. Und ja, es ist ein umgekehrter Harem. Probieren Sie das Buch doch einmal aus.

[Contenu Mature] Sauver un Fae blessé dans la forêt n'était pas dans les plans d'Islinda, et pire, il s'avère être de la royauté, le Prince Valérie de la cour d'été, héritier et prince héritier du trône d'Astaria. Mais alors, les humains se méfiaient de ces créatures d'un autre monde pendant que les Fae méprisaient les humains, les considérant comme des créatures inférieures. Islinda et le prince étaient mondes à part, mais cela ne les a pas empêchés de tomber amoureux. Malheureusement, le Prince Valérie ne pouvait pas rester dans le royaume humain pour toujours et devait retourner dans son royaume avec la promesse de revenir pour elle. Et elle l'a cru. Mais c'est l'autre qui vient à la place. Sombre, maussade, impitoyable mais dangereusement séduisant, tout le monde craignait le Prince Aldric. Même étant un guerrier redoutable et fils du roi d'Astaria, Aldric se voit refuser son droit au trône et est maudit à ne jamais prendre sa place en raison de son héritage obscur. Tordu de l'intérieur et privé d'affection, le Prince Aldric fait ce qu'il sait faire de mieux, engendrer la misère. Il a capturé Islinda – la femme qui a attiré l'attention de son frère. Il l'a volée de chez elle pour ses desseins cruels. S'il ne pouvait pas avoir la couronne, il pouvait au moins jouer avec l'intérêt amoureux de son frère. Son nouveau prix. Islinda le haïssait. Elle le détestait pour lui avoir tout pris ce qu'elle aurait pu avoir avec le prince de l'été. C'est le méchant. Maintenant elle a été entraînée au milieu des politiques sales jouées dans les cours de la cour d'Astaria, sans parler de survivre aux jeux glacials joués par le prince. Mais tout espoir n'était pas perdu, car le prince cruel pouvait la tenter autant qu'il le voulait mais il n'aurait jamais la chose qu'il désire le plus. Être aimé. Il n'aurait jamais son cœur ! Ou pourrait-il l'avoir ? ________ « Que peux-tu m'offrir, petit humain, » Il souriait, lent et cruel. Elle ferait un si merveilleux jouet. « Je t'en prie, » Elle le suppliait, les larmes commençant maintenant à s'accumuler dans ses yeux, « Laisse-moi juste partir. » « D'accord, » Il haussa les épaules comme si c'était une demande facile, « Tu peux y aller. » « V-vraiment ? » Elle murmura, trouvant cela difficile à croire. « Petit humain, tu découvriras que mon esprit change très facilement. » Ces mots semblaient miséricordieux et pourtant elle pouvait sentir la menace en dessous. Mais le pensait-il vraiment ? Islinda n'attendit pas pour le savoir car elle s'élança en sprint. S'il y avait même la moindre chance qu'il change d'avis, alors elle la saisirait. Elle n'abandonnerait pas l'espoir pour autant. Elle ne savait pas pourquoi, mais après un moment, Islinda risqua un regard par-dessus son épaule et le sang se figea dans ses veines à la vue de ce qui s'approchait. Oh non, elle venait de faire une terrible erreur. Ce n'était jamais la liberté. C'était une chasse. Et elle venait de devenir la proie. _________ Note : C'est un livre de fantasy sombre et le personnage masculin principal est un méchant, alors ne vous attendez pas à une romance douce. À quoi s'attendre ? Mort, sang, tension sexuelle intense et scènes explicites. Et ce n'est pas un harem inverse. Cadeau magique château = 5 chapitres bonus ! Venez, faisons une chasse sauvage !

``` « Vis la vie que tu souhaites cette fois. » Une assassine sans pareille, nom de code : Hua, a déjà commencé sa carrière depuis qu'elle était enfant. Son dossier de missions était parfait et quiconque était considéré comme son ennemi finissait mort sans savoir pourquoi. Lorsque la guerre prit fin, elle fut envoyée dans un établissement où elle était étroitement surveillée. Le médecin responsable lui donna un roman de wuxia ordinaire à lire. Une avalanche se déclencha après qu'elle eut fini de lire. À son réveil, elle était devenue Nan Hua, la jeune demoiselle d'une puissante famille militaire dans le roman qu'elle avait lu. La fille était également la fiancée de l'ancien personnage principal, qui mourrait à cause de son obstruction à l'amour du personnage principal. Maintenant qu'elle avait pris la place, qui oserait encore se comporter de manière si présomptueuse autour d'elle ? Ils ne sauraient jamais comment ils se retrouvaient si misérablement ! Mais… personnage principal, que fais-tu à rôder autour d'elle ? Ne devrais-tu pas te concentrer sur la guerre imminente et sauver ta protagoniste féminine ? Pourquoi essaies-tu par tous les moyens de la conquérir à la place, hein ? ... Histoire située dans un monde fictif avec une culture similaire à celle de la Chine ancienne. Rejoignez le discord pour discuter avec l'auteur et les autres lecteurs : https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB ... P.S : Cette histoire est également publiée sur Amazon, si vous y lisez, merci de bien vouloir laisser un commentaire. Merci ^^ ... Suite : Fleur Astrale [en cours] ... Autres romans : - Les Fleurs Éclosent sur le Champ de Bataille [complet] - Sous le Voile de la Nuit [complet] - 7 Chemins des Lys [en longue pause] - 1 An de Commencement [complet] - La Dame Méchante [complet] - Science et Fantaisie [complet] - 2 Ans de Redémarrage [complet] - L'Impératrice Silencieuse [en cours] - Le Petit Chat du Méchant [en cours] ... Suivez-moi sur IG : @sora100518 ```

Archer Bennett—happy with his current life, is suddenly stabbed, losing everything he loves. However, he quickly finds out that death is not always final. Transmigrated into a magical world—as a child named Archer Ashguard—he finds himself abandoned. Lost and alone, with mysterious and potent magical abilities. He sets out on an adventure that’s sometimes fun, sometimes serious, and full of girls! Join Archer as he embarks on a legendary journey that will change the world. No Yuri or NTR ----------------------------------------------------- Super Gift = three extra chapters. If you want to support me, go to my Patreon = patreon.com/NegansPalace Two chapters per day. https://discord.gg/rkyQyz85DJ

[WSA Newbie 2025 Entry] Join the tale of Seth Bane, an irregular on an unconventional journey to become the strongest. But unlike your typical protagonist, Seth's path is far from ordinary—in truth, he is actually a cameraman. Yeah, and an absurdly overpowered one at that. Swordsmen? Necromancers? Archers? All these pale in comparison to his unique occupation: the cameraman! Dive into a world where champions battle against otherworldly foes, and Seth Bane's unexpected power as a cameraman becomes humanity's hidden ace. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, discover how Seth's unassuming role conceals his extraordinary strength. after all who said the hero was the strongest- well that was only possible as long as the camera man remains low-key. (The world setting isn't the Earth you know.)

"Kings rise from blood and fire, crowned amidst chaos; the masses kneel and chant beneath the throne. Fate is never merciful for love, nor just for greatness—the law of the jungle reigns supreme. The cannon’s sole purpose is to measure the breadth of the realm; within its range lies the only truth. And in this age of maritime dominance, where colossal ships and roaring cannons dictate the course of history, the ultimate truth is simple: Take it all! 'Wait! What horrors lie beyond the sea? Retreat, retrea—ahhh!' The great beings of the previous era have long been buried in the annals of epic, while ignorant mortals rise, polishing their cannons and setting sail. Yet, though the times have changed, they have not changed completely. With a [Captain’s Log] in hand, Byron plunges headfirst into this mysterious, savage, blood-soaked... and crumbling age of maritime exploration. Surviving the War of the Roses, he ascends to the extraordinary through the blood of the seafaring pirates, climbing the [Ladder of Glory]. With his [Iron Law of Sovereignty: The Pirate Code], he commands the seven seas, crowned as [The Wild Hunt: The Bloodthirsty Storm King]. Only then does he realize that this sinking azure world may need... a new captain!"

“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’ I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play' And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down… Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.” Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones. Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her. If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf. But when he touches her, something inside her stirs… Desires? Yes! Powers hidden by the moon goddess? Yes! And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal … Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’? One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of. #Slow burn #Wispy old prophecies # Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend #Villian in love with FL Join my discord group: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4

A posh boy and a ‘no fucks given’ Billionaire.  “Get on your knees and suck me off, like a good boy."  ******* When his grandfather passed away, Brandon knew he had to do everything to make sure that his family company was in good hands, and by good hands, he meant his.  Arrangement set up for the inheritance demanded, Brandon moved to another country and countering a man as a love interest, which was completely unnecessary because he was not gay. But was his answer taken as it should have been? Absolutely not. As the days to fulfill the condition fly by and Killian and Brandon get closer, things start to blend in and out at the same time, they too break apart. With the sudden presence of the faces from the past and Brandon’s continuous doubt about his sexuality, would he actually be able to receive unconditional love for once?  [ Morally gray hero, dark romance, hero obsessed, boys love, LGBTQ+, gay romance, romance] 

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

Disclaimer: This novel is a cliché Suggestion: If you like (Slice Of Life) with wonderful parents and survival, this is for you. *** Like every (Isekai) protagonist, I got reincarnated after getting hit by a hyper-speed truck. That was an empty and dark life anyway, so I was already looking forward to a decent, unknown afterlife. But... the world had a unique thing in mind. In this new world, I had parents, amazing ones at that. My father was a talented mage, and my lovely mother was a sharp and cunning merchant. Ignoring all of my weirdness, they loved me unconditionally. This was the life that anyone would love. Eating and cooking delicious food, practicing archery and magic, and playing with my parents. Everything was wonderful until... those demons separated us and it left me in a ferocious forbidden forest, just to be eaten alive by beasts. But dying wasn't even a question. I will go back… to them. * The novel cover is not mine. https://discord.gg/ExYHhhv4mn Still lacking but, join if you want~! The update will be mostly 1Ch/day. I will do my best to make the reading time worth it.

He was summoned by 3 milfs and 2 gilfs, only to realize he wasn't a typical hero with powerful skills. He was a hero with "gifted semen" which can boost battle power or grant random skills. Since then, there has been a long queue of women outside his inn to receive his "blessing". Mature woman from east, powerful women from west, nuns from south and naughty milfs from south, they all chant his name from their slutty mouth. In bed, of course, Lol.

In a world where cultivation determines one’s destiny, Arjun is reborn from the modern era into a realm where strength reigns supreme. He grows up in a humble village under the care of his father, a simple man who refuses to speak of the past. Unbeknownst to Arjun, his father was once a supreme saint whose cultivation was sealed due to a mysterious conflict. His mother was taken away by her family to protect him, her name erased from his life. Despite the quiet life he leads, Arjun’s curiosity knows no bounds. Tales of immortals soaring through the skies and wielding divine weapons spark an unquenchable desire within him—to cultivate, to become strong, and to touch the heavens. On his eighth birthday, he asks his father about cultivation, only to face rejection. But after his persistence and unyielding spirit, his father relents—on one condition. The true path of cultivation begins only at the age of ten, and until then, Arjun must build an unshakable foundation. What starts as simple training soon unravels secrets buried in time. As Arjun embarks on his path, fate pulls him toward an ancient legacy—the bow of a forgotten warrior, a power linked to the gods themselves. With forgotten enemies lurking in the shadows and destiny calling him toward greatness, will Arjun rise to reclaim his true heritage, or will he be consumed by the forces that seek to control him? A journey of divine archery, lost legacies, and celestial cultivation begins!

In a world where cosmic forces battle for supremacy, the balance of creation is held by the Seven Seals of Shakti, divine artifacts of immense power. These seals, scattered across realms, prevent the rise of absolute darkness. However, an ancient prophecy foretells the return of Varunastra, a fallen celestial warrior, who seeks to shatter the seals and reshape reality in his image. The story follows Rishi, a young warrior blessed with the power of Shakti, who embarks on a perilous journey to protect the seals. Alongside him are his trusted allies—Anaya, a fierce archer gifted with divine sight; Aarav, a relentless swordsman driven by vengeance; and Guru Vedanata, their enigmatic mentor. As they traverse mythical landscapes, they face off against monstrous entities and powerful adversaries, including Naga, a shadowy serpent-warrior; Dhumra, a master of illusions; and Kali, a ruthless force of destruction. With every battle, Rishi unlocks deeper secrets about his destiny and the true origins of the Seven Seals. But as darkness rises, will he be able to harness his divine strength in time, or will the world succumb to chaos?

Heroes. Icons of hope. Defenders of the weak. They are not bound by duty, nor are they compelled by law. And yet, they rise. They stand between chaos and order, not because they must, but because they choose to. That choice—the willingness to fight for others—is what makes them more than just people with powers. It makes them legends. Every child dreams of being one. Of soaring through the skies, of standing tall against the forces of evil, of hearing their name chanted by the people they save. To be strong. To be admired. To matter. Kevin Trades once shared that dream. But dreams are fragile things. The cold wind howled past his ears as he plummeted. The night sky stretched above him, a canvas of stars indifferent to the boy who had just been thrown from a rooftop. The world around him blurred, city lights twisting into streaks of yellow and white. His body twisted midair, arms flailing as he reached for anything—something—to stop his fall. But there was nothing. Only gravity’s cruel embrace pulling him down, faster and faster. Then—impact. Pain exploded through his body. He hit the pavement hard, his vision flashing white before turning to darkness. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world felt distant, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake from. Then, the taste of metal filled his mouth. A weak cough escaped his lips, splattering liquid onto the cold concrete beneath him. He forced his eyes open, the dim glow of a nearby streetlight illuminating the substance pooling by his face. It wasn’t red. Blue. A deep, rich blue, glistening under the light like liquid sapphire. Kevin’s breath hitched. His trembling fingers reached out, touching the unnatural blood oozing from his lips. It was real. Something inside him stirred. A realization. A possibility. Maybe… just maybe… He could become a hero.

In a world where some people seem to have it all—success, love, and happiness—there are others who struggle endlessly, trapped in cycles of failure, pain, and disappointment. This is the story of Naomi, a woman in her 30s, a single mother of two, who believed that the darkness in her past had cursed her future. Despite all her efforts, life seemed to work against her. Failed businesses, heartbreaks, betrayals, and endless struggles haunted her, while her peers moved forward in life. But when she turned to God and Jesus Christ, she discovered a truth more powerful than any generational curse: faith, redemption, and divine breakthrough. Her rise was so dramatic that people around her couldn’t believe it. Whispers spread—Had she joined a secret cult? Had she sold her soul for success? Naomi’s battle was far from over, but this time, she had God on her side. Naomi had always felt like she was running a race she was never meant to win. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, how many prayers she whispered at night, or how many times she picked herself up after failure—life seemed determined to hold her back. It wasn’t just bad luck. It felt like a force beyond her control, an unseen hand that slammed every door in her face. Growing up, Naomi had witnessed the strange rituals of her parents—chants whispered at midnight, strange objects buried in their backyard, warnings about spirits and unseen forces that required sacrifice. Her mother had called it "ancestral protection," but Naomi had always felt uneasy. As she grew older, she distanced herself from their practices, but the weight of their legacy followed her. No matter how much she prayed, no matter how hard she worked, nothing ever seemed to go right. At 34, she found herself staring at the peeling walls of her tiny apartment, eviction notices piling up on the counter. Her two children, blissfully unaware, slept in the next room. She had tried everything—jobs, businesses, relationships—yet every effort crumbled before her eyes. Meanwhile, her friends and former colleagues thrived. They bought houses, traveled the world, and celebrated promotions while she struggled just to survive. She had begun to believe what she feared most: She was cursed. The thought haunted her, pressing on her chest like a weight she couldn’t lift. If her parents had invited something dark into their lives, had it attached itself to her? Had she inherited a battle she never chose? Desperate, Naomi dropped to her knees on the cold floor. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a prayer she had never spoken so earnestly before. "God, if You’re real… if You’re listening… help me. Break this curse. I can’t do this anymore." For the first time, the silence didn’t feel empty. It felt like something—or Someone—was listening. And that was the moment everything changed.

“Some things aren’t meant to be stolen… Some names aren’t meant to be crossed.” Archer Creed walked away from the world of blood and bullets, trading his ruthless past for a life of quiet love. A voluntary retirement from the Justice Holders—an organization that governs the city from the shadows—meant leaving behind the name that once struck fear in the underworld. But peace is a fragile thing. One night, a group of lowly thugs made a fatal mistake. They took his father’s last gift—a custom-made revolver, a relic of his past, the only thing that still kept his father close. They burned his home. They thought he was dead. They were wrong. Now, the Hunter has returned. And there will be no mercy. A storm is coming. And Archer Creed is the eye of it.

There has always been a war between good and evil. Trinity Academy is at the forefront of this war, it was the key for the future of humanity. A major trigger point on 06/27/3126 YDB will begin the apocalypse as the academy for developing the new generation of heroes falls from the forces of darkness. To avoid such a calamity those trying to start the apocalypse must be stopped before they can complete their mission. The gods picked their champions to purge the plague of evil out of the academy and save the world. Except every time that date rolled around, the heroes failed. Every reset and reattempt, they failed. Nine times already. The gods now only had one last chance to reset everything. A pair of young twin goddesses out of desperation began to look outside the box for some hope of changing this dark fate. They thought that perhaps someone who never originally meant to go to Trinity Academy could be brought in to change things for the better. Someone with a different view, someone with a little experience with hero work prior to entering the school. Enter Archer Griffen, residing on the opposite side of the world he was one of the few who were directly taught by the heroes of the old generation. A hero in training through and through, albeit a peculiar one. The mad dog, the sloth, the sleuth, the tick, the nightmare, the liar, the knight, are just a few of the nicknames Archer has had fortune or perhaps misfortune of earning from his peers. The twin goddesses decide that maybe a person like him could avoid the calamity. He was never supposed to be here, and his entrance does change things, though perhaps not necessarily for the better. But who knows what damage this unexpected no-named outlier could cause to Trinity Academy. Can the boy who avoided death avoid destruction for all? Only time will tell.

WARNING: YOU ARE IN FOR A SCARE!!! In the dead silence of the night, seven hooded figures gather in a long-abandoned cathedral, their chants weaving a melody of madness. At the heart of their circle lies a pentagram drawn in blood, its angles marked with ancient symbols older than time itself. The leader, a man whose soul was long since promised to the abyss, holds a bowl filled with the remains of an innocent—a sacrifice to open the gates of something that should never return. As the ritual begins, the earth trembles, the wind ceases, and the night creatures fall into a terrified hush. A pit opens beneath them, swallowing the circle in a cloud of thick, black smoke. From its depths crawl horrors not seen since the dawn of man—locust-like creatures with scorpion tails, dripping venom that rots flesh on contact. The disciples falter, their faith shaken. But their leader presses on, for he has not yet spoken the name. The Book of the Damned lies before him, bound in flesh, inked in suffering. With trembling hands, he breaks the ancient seal, releasing a force the Creator himself had banished. A voice from the void—deep, amused, hungry—echoes through the crumbling cathedral. "You dare?" What was meant to be a summoning becomes an awakening. And as the heavens turn their gaze away in horror, the seven realize too late—they have not called upon a mere demon. They have tangled with the Devil himself. And he is coming.

In a world where the past and present collide, one warrior must rise to restore the balance of dharma. After the devastating battle of Kurukshetra, Arjuna, the greatest archer of the Mahabharata, stands amidst the ruins of war, burdened by the cost of victory. But as he grieves for the fallen, a cosmic force tears him from his time and hurls him into the chaotic streets of modern-day New Delhi. Disoriented and alone, Arjuna finds himself in a world he cannot comprehend—a world of towering structures, roaring machines, and people consumed by greed and ambition. Guided by Dr. Aditi, a historian who becomes his reluctant ally, Arjuna begins to unravel the mysteries of this strange new era. But as he adapts to the modern world, he senses a familiar darkness lurking beneath the surface—a force of evil that threatens to plunge humanity into chaos. The Asuras, ancient demons thought to be vanquished, have reawakened, feeding on humanity’s fear and corruption. As Arjuna uncovers the truth, he learns that the battle for dharma is far from over. The Asuras, led by a resurrected demon king, are manipulating the modern world through technology, politics, and war, seeking to erase all traces of righteousness. With the help of Aditi and a diverse group of allies, Arjuna must confront this new threat, blending his ancient skills with modern tools to inspire hope and unity. But the battle is not just against external forces. Arjuna must also confront his own doubts, grief, and guilt over the Mahabharata war. As he faces the demon king in a climactic showdown, he realizes that the true fight is not against the Asuras but against the darkness within humanity itself. Arjuna: The Eternal Archer— is an epic tale of courage, sacrifice, and the timeless struggle for balance. Blending mythology, time travel, and modern-day conflict, this story explores the enduring power of dharma and the resilience of the human spirit. Arjuna’s journey reminds us that the battle between good and evil is eternal—and that even in the darkest times, hope can prevail.

"Two bonds, two brothers, and one broken girl caught in the middle of it all." Haelyn's life was never her own. Sold by the very family that should have protected her and thrust into a world of Alphas and power, into the arms of Archer, the cold, ruthless Alpha King, who only needed her as a pawn in a bigger game. His dominance is overwhelming, his fire undeniable, his presence impossible to ignore. But then there's Artemis, Archer's twin and the calm to his storm. Compassionate, steady, and kind, Artemis offers her a glimpse of the freedom and love she's always yearned for. "I won't hurt you like he does," Artemis whispers, his touch light against her trembling hand. "And yet I'm still chained to both of you," Haelyn replies, shaking, her eyes darting between the brothers. Torn between two Alpha brothers and fighting the scars of her past, Haelyn must draw strength from herself to fight against her family's betrayal and the bond that connects her to two strong men. It is a choice, though, that could unwind it all and make her heart possibly what she needs to save herself and the pack. MATED TO THE BEAST ALPHA BROTHERS is a hot paranormal romance about betrayal, passion, and a heroine who will never break, no matter the odds.

In the dark forests of Avarinth, the lone archer Alec watches over Lady Evelyne Blackthorne, the last of her noble bloodline. She believes him to be a stalker—until she learns the truth: he has been protecting her from the monstrous Veilborn, creatures drawn to her ancient lineage. Fate takes a cruel turn when Evelyne is wed to Prince Aldric of Caldris, only to be betrayed and sentenced to execution upon the discovery of her connection to Aradon the Dark, the long-lost king of monsters. On the brink of death, Alec returns to rescue her, setting off a chain of events that will shake the kingdom. With her home destroyed and her past unearthed, Evelyne embraces her true power, awakening the monsters who once worshipped her ancestor. With an army at her side, she storms the capital, dethroning the corrupt royal family who once murdered her parents. Now, as the ruler of Caldris, she must decide—will she lead with vengeance, or will she forge a new destiny for her bloodstained kingdom?

----------------------------------------------------------- WHILE READING THIS HEAR THE SONG := UBW by Hideyuki Fukasawa, it will be a good experience(I will write only when I hear that) ----------------------------------------------------------- It is a story about a young orphan boy but who inherited the power of the ancient hero god(self proclaimed god), this world is already nearing it's ending, humans greed won't be subdued by anything, and the great calamity once again going to befall upon humans. It will be a great test for their persistence, yet the responsible heroes are playing cards, gambling for entertainment, would humanity survive? will it go back to normal like before cataclysm? hope is a sin for ordinary people... "Wait did I inherit who's inheritance? isn't he the greatest *beep* equal? "what? he is stronger than S class and control *beep* authority?" "He will be the one who can win the final battle and decide the fate of the earth, our final hero! our final hope...." "I will end this war..." He who is the last hope of humanity, a hero who would save the world? time is the only thing can answer this question.... ------------------------------------------------------------ This story has no System, only status window and it is not leveling up in traditional sense, stats will only increased by training or breaking through by external medicines or elixirs or items. ------------------------------------------------------------ Dear readers kindly comment anything in the comment section, it is lonely, to the point I would rather welcome disses openly about this story ------------------------------------------------------------- contact: E-Mail: myriadlion@gmail.com

Benjamine Bloodgrave and his partner, the Primordial Shadow are freed from his eternal imprisonment after only two millennia by an unsuspecting group of adventurers investigating a new dungeon appearance. With fate giving him a second chance, he wastes no time in slaying Tartarus the god of prisoners with his and Shadow's combined power. The group of adventurers who freed him, Freyja a dark elf, Wilter a noble fighter, Henry an archer, and Greigore the shielder begin accompanying him and showing him around the beautiful market hub of the Spes kingdom, The City of Erib. But all is not as it seems with a goddess manipulating the king behind the scenes and a runaway princess who begins an uprising to free Erib from the evil goddess. What will Benjamine and the group of adventurers do when facing a goddess and her divine forces. The revenge and blood fueled journey of the God Killer Paladin begins again.

[Mature content. No rape] ____________________ "Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house. "It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob. "Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her. "I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed. "How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!".... ________ In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother. However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash. This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

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Chapitre 1 : L’enfance dans des jours difficiles Je suis néedans une famille de cinq enfants, au milieu d’une époque où le pays subissait encore les lourdes conséquences de la guerre. À cette époque, ma famille était très pauvre. Mes parents, qui avaient grandi durant cette période difficile, n’avaient pas eu l’opportunité de bénéficier d’une éducation complète. Ainsi, toute leur vie, ils n’ont connu que le travail à la ferme, luttant durement pour subvenir aux besoins de la famille. Être agriculteur à cette époque était très éprouvant. Mes parents devaient se lever à l’aube, qu’il pleuve ou qu’il fasse beau, pour aller semer du riz ou récolter. Mais même le travail aux champs ne suffisait pas à nourrir toute la famille, alors ils devaient effectuer d’autres travaux pénibles. L’un de ces travaux était le déblaiement des pierres, un travail dangereux et épuisant. Mes sœurs, bien que très jeunes, devaient aussi suivre mes parents pour ramasser des pierres et faire exploser des mines. À un âge où elles auraient dû être à l’école comme tant d’autres enfants, elles devaient faire face à un dur labeur. La vie s’écoulait ainsi, et ma famille accueillit deux nouveaux membres – mon frère aîné, puis moi. À cette époque, au Vietnam, les garçons étaient souvent valorisés par rapport aux filles. Mon frère était choyé par mes parents bien plus que mes trois sœurs. Quant à moi, étant la benjamine, j’ai reçu le nom de Huế, d’après une ville ancienne et poétique du Vietnam. Les premiers souvenirs que je peux évoquer remontent à mes cinq ans. Je me rappelle très clairement des enfants du quartier – beaucoup étaient plus jeunes que moi – qui étaient emmenés par leurs parents à l’école maternelle. Quant à moi, je ne pouvais pas y aller. Je me contentais de me tenir à l’extérieur de l’école, à regarder à travers la fenêtre, voyant mes camarades chanter et danser joyeusement. Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi je ne pouvais pas aller à l’école comme eux, mais je ne m’en plaignais pas. Je restais là, observant silencieusement pendant un bon moment, puis je reprenais le chemin de la maison. À cette époque, j’étais une petite fille naïve et innocente, ne comprenant pas grand-chose de la vie, ne sachant que j’étais très obéissante, toujours à l’écoute de mes parents. Je ne savais pas que les années à venir seraient encore pleines de défis… Chapitre 2 : Les jours d’innocence En entrant à l’école primaire et au collège, je garde des souvenirs magnifiques de mes années passées sous le toit de cette école simple. Cette école n’était pas aussi moderne que celles d’aujourd’hui, mais c’était pour moi un endroit extrêmement cher. La cour de l’école était ombragée par de grands arbres, offrant un refuge lors des récréations pleines de rires. Chaque fois que le gong annonçait le début des cours, la cour devenait soudainement silencieuse. À cette époque, mes camarades et moi écoutions attentivement les enseignants, sans téléphones ni Internet, juste des livres et une soif d’apprendre. Le soir, je rentrais dans notre petite maison chaleureuse, où cinq frères et sœurs se retrouvaient avec nos parents. Mes sœurs avaient alors entre 17 et 18 ans, un âge rempli de vitalité et de premiers rêves. Notre maison était donc toujours animée et joyeuse. Les amis de mes sœurs venaient souvent jouer, s’asseyant autour d’un thé et discutant gaiement, ce qui rendait l’atmosphère familiale toujours vivante. Pour ma part, chaque après-midi après l’école, je me plongeais dans l’innocence de l’enfance avec mes amis du quartier. À côté de chez moi se trouvait une grande pelouse, où nous nous rassemblions chaque jour pour jouer à toutes sortes de jeux. Nous apprenions à faire du vélo, à sauter à la corde, à jouer à colin-maillard, à cache-cache… Ces jeux folkloriques faisaient partie intégrante de l’enfance de nombreuses générations, simples mais incroyablement joyeux.