Lycoris Recoil Reaction

‘Is this shit actually happening to me?’ That was Kael Carter’s first reaction when he saw a bunch of priests kowtowing in front of him, worshiping him as the ‘Hero.’ For a good while, he actually thought it was just another one of his dreams, until reality hit him. It was real… He was actually summoned to a fantasy world where magic exists! A world of Beast Tamers! A world where Humans and Magic Beasts grow stronger together! A world Kael, as its supposed Hero, was meant to protect! His response? “Fuck no!” He might be brave in the comments section, but who the hell takes that seriously!? How was he supposed to protect an entire world when even opening a jar of pickles was like a life-or-death battle to him!? He was no Hero! And to prove it, he decided to place his hand on the ‘Orb of Resonance’ that was supposed to ‘confirm his identity as the Hero.’ But then, [Ding!] He heard a sound. [Talent Awakened.] [Talent Name: Dragon Genesis] [Talent Rank: SSS Rank] [Description:] [Power to turn any beast with even the slightest trace of Dragon Blood in them into a full-grown Dragon.] ‘What in the hell…? I—I can create Dragons…?’ Kael couldn’t believe what he was seeing. In a world where Dragons were living Legends—creatures of unparalleled strength, wisdom, and power, In a world where entire Kingdoms tremble at the sight of just one Dragon. He could create… an army of them? ... AI-Generated Cover. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: SleepDeprivedSloth

{Author Of Old-World Extra} "All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died. I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight. But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot. For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some "Villain" in a faraway land. Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd "Villain." And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed. This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done. Fate seemed Hellbent on ending me no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up... A Script appeared before my mind’s eye. {Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?} {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Then, a projection appeared and it began to display... my memories? — This is a story about suffering. Anger. And forgiveness. {Volume One Remember Me: Complete} {Volume Two For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete} {Volume Three When the Sparrow Falls: Ongoing} Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

My first story ever. So what would happen if the characters from Vivziepop, react to one of the many timelines of the SCP Universe, this is going to be one Helluva Broken Day for them. Also, note that I don't own any characters. On a short note, I saw a lot of fan arts about it but not one reaction fanfiction, so I want to be the first to do it. Oh and to TheSilentAssassin, please keep up the good work, it is one of the best crossover stories I ever read. And sorry for doing this without your permission, but I couldn't resist doing this. Also, I'm sorry for not updating my novel, I have so many stuff do and I have a test coming up so yeah.

Check out my other book as well Lunar:Secret Guardians ******************* "Grey, elemental affinity, zero" The Elder announced the result loudly On hearing this, it was like a bolt of lightning struck Grey, he stood there dumbfounded and just stared at the Elder. Shocked voices could be heard from the people and there was some which were also filled with scorn. Grey stood dazed amidst all the noises without any reactions. One word was constantly reverberating in his head, 'How?'. 'Why, why did this happen to me?' Grey asked himself over and over again **************** Unbeknownst to Grey, something greater lies in wait in his body.... *************** Check out the book, leave a review after reading, and also your powerstones. Hope you enjoy this, and Thanks for reading ^_^ P.S: When I started this book I had zero writing experience, so the first chapters aren't that great, although, my writing quality has improved over time. Also, English isn't my first language, so there are some instances where my choice of words are not good enough for what I'm trying to portray. A heads up, the book will be using a medieval setting. My world building is not the best, but it gets better over time, so bear with me on the early chapters! P.S: Cover art not mine I just edited it. If you're the owner and want me to take it down you can notify me. Other novel: Lunar:Secret Guardians Check it out as well! Discord Server: https://discord.gg/gs68a4ZzaN

In a normal ongoing world (earth), a sudden disruption in sky occurred lending to the interlink between foreign worlds that led to the emergence of dungeons, filled with malicious and deadly monsters waiting to cause havoc and bloodshed over the humanity. But as there's the equal and opposite reaction of every action, there's also the emergence of a powerful enhanced group of humankind, came to be known as 'HUNTERS', as the ones who come under the contact of magical energy or mana leaked from the foreign crack. And so, with this the world enter into a new phase of revolution, as with new source of clean and nearly infinite energy many new technologies and research development goals able to be achieved and developed. This is a story of a one such normal human (our MC), who in human terms is at weakest of the chain but still solely continued his struggle to reach at the top. so, let's enjoy his journey in textual form.

"You ran," His voice was low, deliberate, disturbingly calm. A statement, not a question. "You look at me as if I am the villain of your story," he mused. Her chest rose and fell, her legs ready to flee again, but her body betrayed her. Something unseen held her still—not magic, not fear. Something far worse. Him! Meribella forced herself to meet his gaze. "Aren’t you?" His lips curved, but there was no amusement in it—only certainty. "Did you truly think," he murmured, stepping closer, "that distance would make any difference?" His fingers lifted—a single, featherlight touch trailed from her wrist to her arm. She shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand brushed her throat. Not a grip. Not yet. But the touch alone sent ice through her veins. His fingers ghosted lower, resting lightly over her collarbone. His hand was warm. His presence was not. "Tell me, does that terrify you?" She should have lied. Should have begged, pleaded—anything but the truth. "No." The word left her lips before she could stop it. His thumb brushed against her pulse, feeling the rapid, traitorous beat beneath her skin. "Liar," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver of electricity coursing through her, making her ears flush with heat. The shadows behind him stretched, moving as though they had a will of their own. His golden-flecked eyes darkened, and the ember-like glow within them grew stronger. "You wear defiance well," His other hand lifted, his fingers barely ghosting over the curve of her jaw. Meribella swallowed, but the lump in her throat refused to budge. "But tell me, Meribella...what will remain of it once I take everything?" Her lips trembled. "You won’t." A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, "I already have." She hated him. She did. But her body, the very blood in her veins told a different story. Raze pulled back just enough to look at her thoroughly. His gaze trailed over her lips, the defiance and hesitation warring in her eyes. "Are you afraid of what I might do to you?" he murmured, watching her every reaction, every breath. Her lips parted, but no words came. Because the real question—the one she was too afraid to ask herself— Was she afraid of him? Or was she afraid...of what she would become in his hands? It’s a world of mystic powers shrouded in mystery, where reincarnation binds fates, and ambition drives dominance. Predators become prey. Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? Trust is a dangerous game. They were destined to fall in love. They were meant to deceive each other. They were fated to erase each other’s existence!

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

Thrown into an unknown world to die, Xerxes overcame the death and became the paradox which was beyond understanding. Returning from his school, Xerxes took a shortcut to his home and entered the familiar, silent alleyway. But just as he took the first step, his surroundings melted away, and he found himself in a dark, dense forest. Suddenly, a grey wolf leaped out of the shadows, its eyes gleaming with hunger. Xerxes sprinted away, but a whole pack of wolves were in pursuit. He yelled, hurled rocks, but they relentlessly pressed on. One of the wolves lunged, its teeth sinking into his back. Xerxes crashed to the ground, writhing in agony. He thought he was going to die. Then, the unexpected occurred. A surge of powerful energy coursed through him, his eyes glowing an eerie green. The wolf that had bitten him recoiled in fear. Transformed by this mysterious power, Xerxes seized the wolf's leg. The forest echoed with the wolf's pained howls as Xerxes rose. The wolf began to dissolve, its essence being absorbed by Xerxes. With his newfound power, Xerxes ventured deeper into the unknown world, determined to find a way back home. Support this story and help bring it to life by becoming an early contributor to the novel! [For a deeper understanding, refer to the first chapter. It elaborates on the MC's powers, the world setting, and how the story unfolds.]

A man from a 3rd World Country finds himself transmigrated in another world in another time. First Reaction? "Hey what the actual f**k?" Next Reaction? "Oh my gosh! Am I really overpowered?" ___________________________________ Uh, so this is my first time writing a novel. Hope my creation can bring a smile to your faces. Btw, English isn't my mother tongue, so.... don't hesitate to point out any errors in my book.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Alex, an 18-year-old high schooler, lives a seemingly ordinary life with his loving mother, Monica, and his bubbly 7-year-old sister, Maria. His father, John, a dedicated soldier, visits them once every two months, bringing joy and stability to their home. Life feels normal, even predictable—until one fateful day changes everything. A chilling message from the army headquarters announces that John has survived a devastating plane crash but is gravely injured. Rushing to his side, the family finds him confined to a wheelchair. As Monica speaks with the doctor about taking John home, her composure remains unusually calm, even… happy. Back home, the day winds down. After dinner, Alex retreats to his room, hoping to distract himself with a chat among friends. But when Monica steps into his room, something shifts. She moves closer, her arms enveloping him in an unexpected embrace. Silent tears stream from her eyes, falling onto Alex’s cheeks, carrying a weight of unspoken emotions and an unshakable mystery. What lies behind Monica’s strange reaction? What secrets are buried in their seemingly perfect family? Each page unravels a story of love, loss, and a truth that could change Alex’s life forever.

When professional thief Isla Moretti steals a seemingly ordinary ledger, she unknowingly sets off a chain reaction of bloodshed and betrayal. The ledger contains the darkest secrets of the DeLuca crime family, making her the prime target of Luca DeLuca, the ruthless mafia heir determined to recover it at all costs. Expecting to be killed, Isla is instead given a blood oath—an unbreakable contract binding her to Luca until the ledger is found. Forced to work together, they uncover a disturbing truth: someone inside the DeLuca family orchestrated the theft, and a hidden enemy is playing them both. As Isla and Luca navigate the dangerous underworld, they face assassination attempts, double-crosses, and their own growing attraction. Isla, determined to escape, discovers that the ledger holds more than financial secrets—it contains the key to a secret fortune that could destroy every mafia family in the city. Just as Isla begins to trust Luca, she learns a devastating truth—her mysterious employer, the one who hired her for the heist, was using her as a pawn all along. Meanwhile, Luca’s suspicions are confirmed when a close ally betrays him, selling them both out to a powerful rival mafia. When Isla is captured by the enemy, Luca is forced to confront his feelings—he doesn’t just need her for the ledger; he wants her alive. Waging war to get her back, he discovers that their true enemy isn’t just after the ledger—they want to wipe out the entire DeLuca family and take over the underworld. With enemies closing in, Isla and Luca are left with one choice: join forces or die apart. Their uneasy alliance turns into something deeper as they realize that trusting each other is their only way out. In a final gambit, Isla risks her life to destroy the ledger forever, ensuring that no one—not Luca, not their enemies—can use it for power. But the price is high—Luca’s family turns against him for choosing Isla over their empire. With everything stacked against them, Isla and Luca make their final stand together, tearing down their enemies one by one. In the end, Luca claims his rightful place as the king of the underworld, but with one crucial difference—Isla is standing beside him, not as his captive, but as his equal. Because in the mafia, love isn’t a fairytale—it’s a blood oath.

Everytime he felt his body weird...he was struggling on something. He stood infront of the mirror, ready for whatever fact was waiting for him "Let's do it" he said and straightened his body. *GULP* his heartbeat rose and his hair started to turn white and his eyes yellow. His eyes could see everything in slow motion and his body reached a very high speed of reaction. "What is this...it's like a movie. It can't be real. THERE IS NO WAY IN THE HELL" He shouted. He was amazed , shocked and excited. Though it was still an unsolved mystery, he still wanted to have fun with the power. He suddenly realized his IQ also increases and now his way of strategizing has increased too and he is totally a super human now.

I raised the princess, who had met a terrible end, safely to her coming of age ceremony. Now I was going to wish her happiness and retire. “You’re going to leave me after making me like this?” The princess’s reaction is strange. note: this a translation

[When a Veteran Gamer Becomes the Game's Villain, Can the World Still Be Saved?] [Villain + Light-hearted Fun + Semi-invincible + MMORPG = Ultimate Enjoyment!] After completing his seventeenth game order in an all-night session, Victor unexpectedly finds himself reborn into a game world he knows like the back of his hand—as its infamous villain, no less. In the original storyline, he was destined to face the hostility of the entire world alone: - The proud female Valkyrie leader (his fiancée) longs to take his life - An all-powerful female heiress dreams of burying him alive - The Grand Duke wants to tear him to pieces - Even the stray dogs on the street bare their teeth at him Now, this "villain" possesses a player's cool-headed mindset and comprehensive knowledge of the game world. Faced with a predetermined death sentence and countless players coveting his experience points, how will Viktor use his profound understanding of the game and his calm, rational mind to turn the tables? Can he establish an unbeatable position in this world? When a player who has mastered the game's mechanics becomes the villain within the game, what kind of sparks will fly? In this marvelous journey filled with strategy, humor, and unexpected twists: - Every level-up could be a life-or-death decision - The line between villain and hero blurs under Viktor's careful calculations - What kind of chemical reaction will occur when game skills collide with real-world magic? - Will Viktor's gaming skills and his newly formed alliance with the evil god be enough to change the tide? Are you ready? Step into Viktor's world, where the "villain" has never been so charismatic, and the future? Well, who can say for sure?

In an age of space travel and exploration, a war between the Eltec Empire and Galactic Alliance of Species has been in a stalemate for decades. A young girl, Tienerra Santii a Soltarian (dragonborn) who has also lost her family to this war is seeking to rescue her imprisoned family. On her journey to locate her surviving family, she comes across a young Foxlarian girl named Star Burday, who is looking to find freedom from her owner’s oppressive grip and to escape the Dark Region at any cost. Their meeting and subsequent journey will spark a chain of actions that change the course of the war and their journey for the best or worse. They will uncover a dark secret of the Eltec Empires origin and their past dark secrets. Will they overcome these challenges or fall victim to the darkness lurking within their own hearts. In an age of space travel, a war between the Eltec Empire and Galactic Alliance of Species has been in a stalemate for decades. Tienerra Santii lost her family to the war and is seeking to rescue her imprisoned family. Tienerra's journey will spark a chain of reactions that can change the course of the war and her journey for the better or for the worst. She will uncover dark secrets that can overwhelm her. Will she fall victim to the darkness lurking within her own heart or overcome it.

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

--- He has no past. No name. No identity. Only whispers of a shadow that bends the world to its will. A ghost with no face, yet a force that has already orchestrated 58,221,461 deaths. Entire nations have fallen, yet no one knows who pulled the strings. But when his very existence becomes a threat to the world itself, the gods take notice. Among them, a goddess, sensing an impending despair beyond even her comprehension, makes a desperate decision—to erase him from reality before it is too late. But something goes wrong. Instead of being destroyed, he is cast into another world, one ruled by magic, war, and divine will. Yet even gods are not beyond his reach. Here, he awakens without a past, without a name—only the weight of an existence that should not be. His mind is empty, his history erased. But in the void of his lost memories, one image remains: A woman’s headless corpse, bathed in blood. And a single, unshakable truth—she was his mother. There is no name, no face, no history. Only the weight of something forgotten—something terrifying. Then, the world gives him a name. Hale. But deep inside, he knows—it isn’t his. It never was. From the moment he appears, fate convulses, reality bends, and the world itself recoils in fear. Why? Who is he? What did he forget? In a realm where power bends to those who grasp it, he does what he does best—control everything from the shadows. But something lurks in the depths of his mind. A missing truth. A lost identity. And a question more terrifying than the gods themselves. Who... or what... is he? ---

When a meteorite crashes into the ocean, it triggers a chain reaction that endows millions with extraordinary abilities. The government intervenes, assembling these newfound heroes in a secretive facility. Among them are our protagonists, very different individuals with unique stories. As millions grapple with their newfound powers, friendships form, rivalries emerge, and the line between ally and adversary blurs. They must navigate the complexities of their evolving abilities while uncovering hidden truths that could reshape their world.

WY is just an ordinary office worker trapped in the monotony of daily life—endless paperwork, a nagging boss, and parents who constantly criticize her love for mobile esports. Her only escape is Infinite Warzone, an intense battle game where she truly feels alive. One night, after a hard-fought ranked match, her screen flickers, and a mysterious message appears: “Congratulations. You have been selected for the Transcenders Project.” At first, she thinks it’s a prank or a virus. But when she presses “Accept,” her reality shatters. She awakens in a strange digital world—an elite battleground where players are tested beyond human limits. The reward? Supernatural abilities in the real world. WY soon discovers that every challenge she conquers grants her a new power—enhanced reflexes, predictive vision, even bullet-time reactions—but each comes with a catch. Her skills are bound by strict conditions, forcing her to strategize and push herself further than ever before. As she rises through the ranks, she encounters other competitors—some allies, some ruthless rivals. But the deeper she dives, the more she realizes that the Transcenders Project is more than just a game. Players start vanishing. Shadows lurk behind the system. And the final challenge may demand more than just skill—it may cost her everything. Will WY master the game, unlock her full potential, and uncover the truth behind the project? Or will she become just another forgotten player in this high-stakes, digital war?

Born not out of love, but as a tool—a mere vessel to sustain her elder sister—Elyria was never treated as a daughter, let alone a human being. From infancy, she endured an existence dictated by the will of her family, their hands cold and unrelenting as they siphoned her life away piece by piece. Every cut, every transfusion, every forced surgery stole a part of her, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell. The physical pain was unbearable, but the emotional wounds ran deeper. No one comforted her. No one whispered words of kindness. She was nothing but a living sacrifice. But when her usefulness as a donor dwindled, her parents found another way to exploit her. She was thrust into a life of horror—paraded like a doll for depraved men, her body no longer hers to protect. When she refused, she was thrown into a demonic underground circus, forced to perform in grotesque spectacles that twisted her very soul. Pain was once unbearable, but over time, her mind numbed itself to survive. She stopped feeling. Stopped resisting. Stopped being human. Yet, their cruelty knew no bounds. When she was of no more use, they discarded her entirely—putting her on auction like a mere object, waiting to be bought by the highest bidder. That was the day she met Veylan Blackthorne. A man of wealth and power, but unlike the monsters bidding for her, he didn’t see her as a possession. Instead, he was fascinated—haunted—by the emptiness in her eyes, the way she seemed to drift between life and death. And so, without hesitation, he bought her. Not as a slave. Not as a toy. But as a soul in need of salvation. Thus began the battle neither of them expected. Veylan struggled to break the chains around her, but Elyria was beyond saving—or so she believed. Night after night, she was tormented by the demons of her past, and as the shadows clawed at her mind, something inside her twisted. She stopped seeing people as people. Her hands, once trembling and weak, became steady. Her heart, once capable of fear, grew cold. And when she killed for the first time, she felt nothing. It started slow, a quiet unraveling—then bloodshed followed. No one who had ever hurt her was safe. The world that tormented her would burn, and she would be the one to set the fire. Yet, through it all, Veylan stayed by her side. He didn’t fear the monster she was becoming, nor did he recoil at the darkness in her eyes. Instead, he reached deeper—pulling her back, inch by inch, from the abyss. But healing was never easy. Therapy, nightmares, relapses—she was still broken, still haunted. Yet, for the first time, she was no longer alone. And when the time came for revenge, Veylan didn’t stop her. He stood by her side, helping her destroy the ones who had made her suffer. When the blood had dried and the screams had faded, Elyria was free. Truly free. And in that freedom, she chose him. Their wedding was not a fairytale, nor was their love story soft and sweet. It was born from the ashes of suffering, tempered by battle, and strengthened by survival. Even as her demons lingered, she found light. For the first time in her life, she was not just living—she was alive. And with Veylan, she would continue to walk forward, no longer a shattered doll—but a woman reclaiming her own destiny.

Book Blurb: Abraham–Lorentz Force Delve into the intricate world of electrodynamics with Abraham–Lorentz Force, a comprehensive exploration that spans over a century of scientific discovery. This book takes you on a journey from the foundational principles of classical electrodynamics, as established by Maxwell and Lorentz, through the early developments in radiation reaction and the formulation of the non-relativistic Abraham–Lorentz force. It then ventures into the realm of relativity with detailed analyses of the Abraham–Lorentz–Dirac equation and its modern extensions, including alternate formulations such as the Landau–Lifshitz approach. At its core, Abraham–Lorentz Force bridges the gap between theory and experiment. Readers will discover advanced theoretical perspectives, delve into experimental investigations that test these ideas, and explore how collective phenomena in plasmas and quantum theories converge to shape our understanding of self-interaction. The latter chapters address future directions and unresolved questions, challenging the reader to consider the classical–quantum transition, self-force problems in quantum gravity and string theory, and even the quest for a grand unified theory. Structured into twelve meticulously organized chapters, the book begins with: • Chapter 1: Foundations of Classical Electrodynamics – Laying the groundwork with Maxwell’s equations and the Lorentz force. • Chapter 2: Early Developments in Radiation Reaction – Tracing the pioneering work that first identified the self-interaction of accelerating charges. • Chapter 3: The Non-Relativistic Abraham–Lorentz Force – Analyzing the classical self-force in low-speed regimes. • Chapter 4: Relativistic Extensions and the Abraham–Lorentz–Dirac Equation – Extending the theory into the relativistic domain. • Chapter 5: Alternate Formulations and the Landau–Lifshitz Approach – Introducing pragmatic alternatives that avoid pathological predictions. • Chapter 6: Advanced Theoretical Perspectives – Exploring cutting-edge ideas that push the boundaries of current models. • Chapter 7: Experimental Investigations and Observations – Reviewing key experiments that validate and challenge theoretical predictions. • Chapter 8: Collective Phenomena in Plasmas – Examining how self-interaction affects the dynamics of complex plasma systems. • Chapter 9: Connections to Quantum Theories – Linking classical concepts to quantum electrodynamics and beyond. • Chapter 10: Future Directions and Unresolved Questions – Highlighting emerging research frontiers and ongoing challenges. • Chapter 11: Appendices – Providing essential mathematical identities, notational conventions, and historical documents. • Chapter 12: Analysis of References in Electrodynamics and Radiation Reaction – Evaluating the significance and impact of seminal works in the field. This book is an indispensable resource for PhD students, researchers, and professionals seeking to gain a deep, nuanced understanding of radiation reaction and self-interaction. It blends rigorous theory with practical insights, supported by extensive historical context and modern experimental evidence. With clear explanations, vivid analogies, and carefully structured content, Abraham–Lorentz Force not only encapsulates the evolution of electrodynamics but also illuminates the future directions of this dynamic field.

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

If there was anything Adonis Vivaldi thought would tame him, it definitely wasn't matters of the heart. But when he meets a certain sweet and fiesty red head, All manner of control and restraint seems to chalk out of the picture. Fresh out of college, Yavannah Constantine moves to Italy to stay with her brother only to find herself under the sensuous and unnerving gaze of her brothers boss. She cannot explain neither can she deny her bodies reaction to this irresistible man. A unplanned encounter causing a spark that would burn for years or would the mischievous and sly hand of fate douse what was yet to bloom.

**His eyes were sharp, filled with anger. "What. The. Hell," he said, each word dripping with barely controlled rage. "Who are you, and what did you do?" Lily blinked, her mouth dry. "I—I didn’t do anything!" she stammered, finally finding her voice, though it wavered. "I don’t even know how I got here. I swear, I didn’t—" Logan cut her off, his expression darkening further. "You expect me to believe that? That you just happened to end up in my bed?"** Lily’s life was turned upside down when she woke up in the bed of Logan Carter, her billionaire boss she’d been secretly drooling over for months. One minute she was attending a high-society event as a last-minute invitee, and the next, she was tangled in bed with the guy she thought was untouchable. It turns out, Logan’s sister Bianca, who thought it’d be fun to play matchmaker, spiked her drink and tossed her into a whirlwind she wasn’t ready for. Logan’s reaction was pure fury. He flipped out, accusing Lily of drugging him (which she hadn’t), and kicked her out of his house in disgrace. But the drama didn’t end there. Lily’s life took another wild turn when she found out she wasn’t just an unwelcome guest; she was a scandalous headline. Logan’s family was furious, and suddenly, she’s the target of every socialite’s scorn, especially since she’s now the wife of the most eligible bachelor in town. Despite Logan’s intense dislike for her, his business and family demands forced him into a quick marriage with Lily. And so, Lily’s new job wasn’t just to navigate the treacherous waters of high society; it was to tame Logan, the nation’s hot headed mess of a husband. Lily found herself fighting not only for her place in Logan’s life but also for her right to be recognized and respected among the elite.

Jin, a hardcore gamer who still lives with his mom at the age of 24. He could never hold down a steady job since graduating, his girlfriend since high school dumped him for his best friend and he's constantly getting beat up by a group of local gang members. His dad left him and his mom when he became rich from the lottery and got a new family, one free of debt and burdens as he called it. His mom works 3 jobs to keep everything from falling apart, except for herself slowly. One day on his way home with the very first and new fully immersive VRMMORPG called Realm of Myths and Legends or RML for short, he died from a hit and run car accident. RML was advertised as the worlds first fully immersive VRMMORPG, allowing for players with skill sets in the real world, like sword training, martial arts, archery or reaction time, to benefit in the game itself! Though Jin died and at that moment a soul from another world crossed over into his body and inherited his memories. The man known as Izroth once hailed as the greatest cultivator in the seven realms, soul reincarnates into the modern world year 20xx in the body of Jin. "What are all these strange memories flowing into my mind..? I've been to all seven realms and have never seen one like this. Earth is it?" "M-My cultivation..! It's back to nothing! This body is so weak and spiritual essence here is scarce. But my soul strength is untainted." "I'll make right all the wrongs that have been done to you, your revenge shall come." "It's called a video game? I'll play it! Since you've given me this body even though it wasn't planned, I'll accomplish your goal of becoming #1." "So sects here are called guilds... I'll make the strongest one there is!" "Ha? World greatest gamer? Don't think you can bully me and not pay the price!" Action, Adventure, Betrayals, Romance, Revenge. Join Izroth on his journey to become the #1 player and create the #1 guild in RML! ----------------------------------------- Check out and support their work! Lots of great artwork! Discord: https://discord.gg/W6N9MZk Contact Me: DaoistZenFeng@gmail.com

------------------ After witnessing the cruel reality of the world at a very young age, she matured early. However, despite giving her everything, she couldn't save her family from myriads of schemes. she got used to the darkness so much to the point of subconsciously running away from light. Having been forced to wear his name since her 18th birthday, she was angered at the mere thought of him. yet knowing that it was his territory, she willingly walked in. ------------------- "I remember telling you my little fox, if you came back, your escape chances will be zero to none." he said as he gently outlined her jawline down to her neck and her clavicle with his jade like fingers. "Oh, and what makes you think you can control my life?" her eyes had the very same indifference she carried when she entered the room. seeing those eyes, his lips curved in amusement, he took hold of her right wrist and showed her the bracelet she was wearing. "Well, you already have my stamp on you, so... from your mind to your heart and from your body to soul, everything is under my ownership,.... all of you are mine, baby girl." her indifferent eyes instantly filled with anger and irritation. She glared at him and forcefully pulled her hand out of his grip. he chuckled dotingly at her reaction as he held her face in his palms and said, " Now that's my little fox with those bright eyes." -------------------

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."

Certainly, love can indeed be a complex and intricate experience to navigate! Understanding the emotions and relationships within the context of a love web can be both compelling and challenging. Chin-sun finds herself entwined in the complexities of love, encountering sparks and butterflies when embraced by Baek Hyeon, all while grappling with her feelings amidst the entanglement involving Mi-sun, Professor Jimin, and others. These conflicting emotions foster a sense of bewilderment, compelling her to question the depths of her affection and the source of her undeniable reactions.

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.