Shisui Flicker

In the Kingdom of August, where magic defines greatness, Cynus, a boy born with only a flicker of fire magic, dreams of becoming the strongest wizard. Mocked for his weakness but fueled by unshakable determination, he sets out on a journey to master the rare and powerful fundamental flames. Along the way, Cynus forms bonds with allies chasing dreams of their own, challenging the limits of magic and destiny.

At Waseda University, summer drags on in the oppressive heat, but nothing quite stirs the student body like the quiet Kiyoto Yamamoto. As class president, top student, and captain of the basketball team, Kiyoto is admired from a distance for his sharp looks and talent. His stoic expression makes him seem unapproachable, but those close to him know he’s kindhearted, just reserved. He’s a guy who likes to keep his head down, avoiding the attention that seems to follow him everywhere. But everything changes when a new student, Miyano Tokio, transfers into the class in the middle of the semester. Miyano immediately captures the room’s attention. Whispers of "Is he a celebrity?" fly across the room, but it’s Kiyoto who feels the biggest shift. There’s a moment just a flicker when their eyes meet, and Kiyoto's memory went back to school days. he knows that Miyano’s arrival will stir up more than just classroom gossip.

'Hmmmm...so I just have to witness the skill being used to copy it...then I can evolve this skill ten times it's initial power?' Nox was skeptical as he looked at the screen flickering on his retina. I mean, how was something so insane even possible? Copying a skill itself was very bad-assed, and you mean to say he could evolved the copied Skill ten times it's initial power, exponentially surpassing the original owner? Why would the gods let such broken talent even exist? 'Well it's just one way to find out...' Luckily just then, he saw two powerfull beings fighting mid air. Their fight sent shockwaves billowing in all directions, causing Nox to take a couple of Steps back. At that moment, he activated his talent... [Mimicry activated!] [Target: Cosmic Entity Arkea - Successfully copied Skill "Gravity Manipulation"!] [Description: Gravity Manipulation Creates a localized gravity field, slowing enemies within a 5-meter radius by 20% for 5 seconds.] [Upgrading Gravity Manipulation 10x!] [Ding! You have Awaken Gravitational Singularity!] [Description: Gravitational Singularity Creates a singularity that pulls in enemies within a 20-meter radius, dealing 5,000 damage and stunning them for 5 seconds. Allies within the area gain a 30% damage boost for 10 seconds.] [Do you wish to keep this skill or bestow it to your Pet?] "No fucking way!" Nox exclaimed in shock. "I-its real!"

In an extremely mysterious fantasy world, the fates of various races are like candles flickering in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment. A huge disaster is looming, and the source of this disaster is like a demon lurking in the darkness. Its power is so great that it can destroy the stars and disrupt time and space into a complete mess.

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.” For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies. But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure. Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her. Yet fate gave her a second chance. Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side? As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda. In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost? Excerpt: Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot. “Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off. He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?” She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?” A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused. “Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.” She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable. As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?” “…” “Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..”

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

Mu Yue traveled to the world of Naruto and became an ordinary Chunin teacher at Konoha Ninja School, and also a member of the Root organization. Fortunately, the teacher system was awakened, and teaching can make you stronger. In order not to become a consumable for Danzo, Mu Yue worked hard to teach and strengthen his strength. "For the first time to complete the teaching rated A, you will be rewarded-Mastery of the nature change of fire attribute chakra." "Under your teaching, Uchiha Shisui worked hard to practice, and his comprehensive strength has been greatly improved. He was rewarded-Sage Body!" Under Mu Yue's teaching, Shisui understood that the village’s enemies may not be other big countries, but may also be in the village. Those who talk about the will of fire may not necessarily act according to the will of fire. Obito got rid of the title of the last in the ninja school, and Might Guy became a master of physical skills earlier...

Sumir finds himself in a future where the boundaries between games and reality have merged. For 18 long years, he waited—until he finally awakened his synthesis ability. No resources? Two bottles of diluted Physique Enhancer? Synthesize them into a Physique Strengthener. Two Physique Strengtheners? Synthesize them into a Physique Crystal… Lacking skills? A gray-quality Basic Footwork can be synthesized into a white-quality Phantom Step, then into a green-quality Dragon Step, blue-quality Shadow Body, purple-quality Flickering Shadow, and finally, a gold-quality Thousand Faces Mirage… No equipment? Gather a pile of junk. A gray, damaged Hatchet can be synthesized into a white-quality Hunter’s Knife, then into a green-quality War Blade, blue-quality Bloodletting Chainsaw, purple-quality Reaper’s Edge, and eventually, the gold-quality Annihilation Arbiter… Need pets? Synthesize them! Low job rank? Synthesize it! Precious items? Synthesize them! Rare materials? Synthesize those too! Sumir: "A lot of people ask me, ‘How do you always manage to get your hands on the rarest resources while getting stronger?’" "First of all, let me ask you this: What do you mean by rare?" "For you, these resources might seem incredibly rare. But for me? They’re as easy to acquire as reaching out my hand!"

"Have you ever lied to me crown prince?" A woman with soft brown waves spread on the grassy field asked. She was staring at the peaceful moonlit sky, enjoying the calm company of the man beside her. If she turned her head to look into his eyes, she would have noticed a momentary flicker in his eyes. "You think I would?" The slender man, caressed her head gently as his husky voice fell into her ears, filling her face with a gentle smile. She raised her hand to touch his defined jawline. Under the Petalwood both of them exchanged a loving look between each other. --------------------------------- "You hate me." He wasn't asking. He stated facing the woman he just couldn't stop loving. He felt helpless as the icicle turned sharper and sharper before finally piercing through his heart. Yet he was unwilling. Unwilling to hurt her. And at this point he couldn't defend himself without hurting her. Her eyes that had always gazed back at him with nothing but indifference and hatred, made him feel clueless. "They say eyes never lie. They must have never seen yours." She spoke coldly, a mocking smile lacing her lips, as she pushed the icicle further with her ice essence. Author's Note - Cover made by AI

The universe has always operated by a single, unwavering law: "Survival of the fittest." This fundamental rule governs everything, living or non-living. It was this very law that Alastor found himself entangled with. Awakening in a forest on planet Earth, in a forgotten corner of the universe, Alastor possessed no memories of his life before the age of four. Growing up, he quickly learned the brutal truth of this society: power was the currency of respect and longevity. Alastor clung to the hope of unraveling the mystery of his past. But his hopes were seemingly crushed when his bloodline ability manifested as [Speed]. It was an ability widely considered weak due to its inherent limitations, doing little to enhance his standing in this power-obsessed world. Just when his dream of uncovering his past began to flicker and fade, a glimmer of hope emerged. The pendant he wore, a constant presence he vaguely remembered from his earliest memories, suddenly flared to life. It was his only tangible connection to his past. And then, a bright blue screen materialized before his eyes. ----- [SYSTEM DETECTED. HOST COMPATIBILITY CONFIRMED.] [SYSTEM INITIATING BINDING SEQUENCE...]

For, through the world of Avaloria, a promise of eternity whispered the tale of deceit cloaked beneath the veil of truth. Redemption; the chance for the realm to stand once more against world-ending doom, the legends whispered. But amidst these clambering threats, the people of Arvindor turned a blind eye, entwined in their own pursuits. And here, in the heart of Arvindor, are our heroes introduced. Strong ones walk the earth with the strength of behemoths amidst the chaos. Their presence, palpable; the kings and lords who wage wars of conquest are blind to the impending threat as power-hungry rulers ravage the land in their quest for supremacy. Resources are not just plundered; the land itself bleeds under the weight of their ambition, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. In that endless abyss of power struggles, could a new hope rise—a flower yet to bloom in the dark? Or will it crumble in corruption, snuffed like a light before it had the chance to shine in full brilliance? Will compassion remain but a flicker of light amidst the shadows, or will it die tragically, leaving the world in darkness unyielding? As the world teeters on the brink of chaos, Avaloria's fate dangles at the balance, relying solely on the intentions of those who possess its future in their hands. Let us meet Valcroy Everheart, a young squire who has just finished his training as a Page to the House of Frostborne and started his journey as a young squire, attending the Heir of Frostborne, Erik Frostbourne, of the same age as he is. Follow them as they both get lost in the world of Avaloria and discover the secrets that were not meant to be known and deception that tied the Compassion. One Day I Will Find The Words And They Will Be Simple

"Do I deserve a place in this world?" A youth burdened by a past marred with failure and a despair so profound it consumed every semblance of life. Stripped of purpose and shattered by guilt, he embarks on a relentless quest for identity, only to find himself drawn deeper into a shadowed abyss. Each step forward unearths echoes of his mistakes, each truth uncovered only adds weight to the chains that bind him. Yet, within the void, a flicker of hope emerges—a fragile light threatening to be extinguished by the darkness of his soul. This is a story of redemption and ruin, where survival is not enough, and to rise is to embrace the fire that scorches. In a world where purpose slips like ash, will he uncover a reason to stand, or will he surrender to the void that calls his name?

Aria Winters has spent her life in the shadows, working to support her bedridden mother and younger brother in the poorest part of the Crescent Moon Pack. When her mate is revealed at the New Alpha’s Mating Ceremony, she feels a flicker of hope—until Beta Colin Hunt rejects her in front of everyone, branding her unworthy. Heartbroken, Aria retreats into the night, only to be claimed by the most powerful Lycan alive—King Magnus Draven, a man twice her age who had given up on finding his mate. With one kiss, he shatters her world and ignites a chain of events no one could foresee. But not everyone is willing to let Aria live her new life. Old enemies emerge, secrets from her past resurface, and Colin, fueled by jealousy, wants back what he threw away. As danger closes in, Aria must decide who she can trust—and whether her bond with the Lycan King will be strong enough to survive the truth that’s about to be revealed. What dark secrets lie in wait, and how far will her enemies go to tear her from the man destined to be hers?

Battle Against Fate In the boundless expanse of the Primordial Heaven Continent, where mountains kissed the skies and rivers carried the whispers of legends, the strong reigned supreme while the weak struggled for survival. This was a land where cultivation dictated one’s destiny, and the pursuit of power defined the lives of countless souls. Among the towering sects, ancient clans, and hidden factions, tales of geniuses rising to prominence and changing the fate of nations were common. Yet, in the shadows of these grand stories lay the forgotten—those born without talent, shunned by their own kin, and left to carve their own paths through sheer will and determination. Seventeen years ago, in the esteemed Yan Clan of Ethereal Sky City, a child was born under a waning moon. Yan Zi, the youngest son of Elder Yan Hong, came into the world amidst hope but grew up under the weight of disappointment. Despite his diligent efforts, his meridians refused to awaken, branding him as "trash" in a world where strength was the ultimate currency. The Yan Clan, known for producing prodigious cultivators like Yan Ling and Yan Xingtian—shining stars of the younger generation—had no place for someone like Yan Zi. Yet, amidst the disdain and neglect, a burning desire flickered within him. A desire to prove that one’s fate was not bound by birth. Unknown to the world, Yan Zi’s journey was about to intertwine with forces far greater than himself. A forgotten legacy, an ancient secret buried in time, and a power that defied the natural laws of cultivation would soon set him on a path unlike any other. As storms brewed on the horizon and the continent moved toward chaos, Yan Zi’s story would rise from the ashes of humiliation and despair, challenging the very fabric of the heavens. In this tale of perseverance, betrayal, and destiny, one question loomed above all: Could a “trash” defy the heavens and carve his name into the annals of history? Thus began the battle that would test his faith, break his limits, and forge him into a legend. This is Battle Against Fate.

(Warning, rated 18, No Rape)    Harley is a twenty-two year old unwanted daughter of a millionaire businessman, nothing short of a troublemaker to get back at her cruel father. When a risky contract arises between her father and the Billionaire Sylus Jones, she is forced into a trial marriage with Sylus—a man who is both an enemy and, strangely, a charm.   A kind of dislike, hatred, and the need to destroy each other while aware the contract is on the line burns between these two. However, provoking a man like Sylus is probably not the best idea…or the safest. But then again, Harley Legan Eun-kyung has never been good at playing it safe. Things begin to get a lot more complicated when this marriage is unfortunately made public against their initial agreement and plans. Can these two keep in mind that this marriage is nothing short of a facade that will end in two months?  Probably not. But how will they survive this trial marriage when there's nothing to like about each other? When all they do is bicker and fight, hating everything about each other? How will they learn to live with each other? And how will they learn to deal with the burning desire—the flickering need, that had ignited between the two of them, one that proved hard to overlook?  Each is what the other desires. But each is also what the other hates. 

For millennia, humanity has pondered the mysteries of the soul. Is it a wisp of energy carrying our essence, or merely a byproduct of the brain's intricate machinery? Does it persist beyond the veil of death, or does it extinguish like a spent candle? In an unexpected twist of fate, it appeared the answers to these profound questions possibly could be provided by a very unique story belonging to a man whose fate is very interesting itself. Originally, he was a famous gangster by trade where he had carved his path through violence and fear.Yet, in a surprising turn, he found himself sacrificing his life to protect someone he loved and cared dearly, With a wry smile playing on his lips, he met the gazes of his former underlings and fought with all his might until he lay dying in the grimy alleyway. Despite the darkness that had shrouded his life, there was a flicker of peace – the comfort of choosing love over the ruthless world he belonged to. As darkness finally claimed him, he expected oblivion or hell at the very least as his final rest but as the owner of an interesting fate, itself seemed, had other plans for him.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

"Do you really not get it or you're just plain dumb? I said, we're married now, Mr Ricci. I'm not going anywhere and there's nothing you can do about it,"she spoke, a taunting smile on her face. He clenched his jaw, trying hard to not let his temper slip out of control. He leaned in close, a look of danger on his face but she didn't move. "You're serious about staying, aren't you?"something indescribable flickered in his eyes. "Three months,"he spoke, moving backwards. "Huh?"she frowned. "Three months is all it takes and you'll leave on your own,"he spoke confidently and she scoffed. "We'll see about that, Axolotl,"she jibed with a smirk. Life as a doctor was everything for Adele. Saving lives, helping in solving health related cases, was the perfect escape from reality she needed. Her slightly perfect life took a sudden twist the moment her foster mother forced down a proposal on her. She was to get married to someone she knew nothing about, in her elder sister's stead. She had to succumb in order to save her career. As unfair as it was, she had to bow to their proposal. But then, she somehow came to realize she knew the supposed guy she's supposed to marry. They met once, overseas, and had hated each other since first glance. How on earth would they cope? He wasn't aware about the sudden change of bride, would he still want her with him when he realizes it's the only girl he's ever hated?

Princess Qinghe, Gu Shengyin, had died. Renowned as a first-class beauty and admired far and wide, her name was one that could shake nations. Yet, despite all this, she still fell victim to a woman far inferior to herself. Only after her death did Gu Shengyin realize the truth: she had been outmaneuvered by the antagonist of the heroine’s story—a mere cannon fodder in her own tale. In an ethereal white void, Gu Shengyin stood, her expression cold and unyielding as she processed her transmigration. The System spoke: “Your mission is to rewrite the heroine's fate. You must face the cannon fodder and antagonists who threaten her existence. As the central figure, you are their greatest obstacle.” A flicker of determination crossed Gu Shengyin's eyes, and a smile of unparalleled beauty graced her lips. "Very well," she said. "Let’s see who ends up as the obstacle to be crushed—and who claims the ultimate victory!"

Taehyung had always been a ghost in his village—hidden in the shadows, a boy condemned to loneliness by whispers of secrets too heavy to carry. Every glance he met was filled with suspicion, every interaction tinged with fear. He never understood why until his father, broken and bloodied on his deathbed, revealed the truth that would shatter the fragile cage of his life. Taehyung was cursed. He bore a gift so rare, so feared, it could bring entire kingdoms to ruin—the power to command the monsters that haunted humanity's darkest dreams. His family had buried this truth, locking him away like a prisoner, not to protect him, but to protect the world from him. All his life, he had lived in isolation, suffocating beneath the weight of a destiny he never chose. But fate is merciless. The night the beast came was supposed to be like any other—a quiet evening under a silver moon. Instead, it became a nightmare that would forever stain his soul. The monster tore through the village with relentless fury, its claws drenched in the blood of those Taehyung loved. His father, his mother, every voice that had once spoken his name—all silenced by the beast’s deafening roar. When the dawn broke, it brought no solace. Ash choked the air, the bodies of the villagers lay scattered like discarded dolls, and Taehyung stood alone among the ruins of his shattered life. The silence was deafening. Grief swallowed him whole, a tidal wave of despair that left him gasping for breath. And yet, from the depths of his agony, a vow was born. He would hunt the creature that had stolen his family, his home, his world. But vengeance wasn’t enough. Taehyung swore to defy the fate that had cursed him to a life of fear and solitude. He would rise from the ashes, not as a victim, but as a master—a Beast Master. Yet, grief has a way of twisting even the purest intentions. As he ventures into a cruel and broken world, Taehyung finds himself hunted—not just by the monsters that lurk in the shadows, but by humans who covet his power. Kings, mercenaries, and factions would stop at nothing to claim him as their pawn. And as whispers of his gift spread, he begins to question whether he is a savior—or the very thing he has sworn to destroy. The Beast Master's Vow is a haunting tale of loss and vengeance, where sorrow is a constant companion, and hope flickers like a dying ember. As Taehyung battles the darkness within and without, readers will be drawn into a world painted in ash and blood, where even the brightest victories are shadowed by the deepest despair. Prepare to cry, to rage, to mourn with Taehyung, and to question whether the line between hero and monster was ever there at all.

Arthur, forced to work as a delivery driver to earn a living for his sick sister found himself being fired after some rich woman threw a tantrum over a late delivery. "Hey! You peasant, why is my food so cold?" She said, before dashing the food at his face. Arthur could still feel the cold drink dripping down his neck, mingling with the rain and every frustration he’d buried. His hands clenched around his phone, the screen flickering with an alert he'd never seen before. > Mission Available. > Objective: Investigate the events surrounding the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Washington D.C., April 14th, 1865. > Reward: ???

In the desolate and barren South, an empire is always in turmoil. The Empire of Dragons.  Majestic and mystical beings, dragons possess a great power that is both astonishing and terrifying. Their voracious flames devour all life in their path. A decade-long conflict between the North and South was ignited by a story that had been long forgotten. A legend born in the dawn of time. The dragons, once ferocious, were now miserable creatures, cursed with a heart of stone, suffering the agony of eternal cold. The torment eats away at their very essence, both body and soul. Even Irish, was no exception. Nightmares slowly gnawed at his sanity as time passed.  Overwhelmed by despair, Irish sought a flicker of hope, a release from his suffering. The moment their eyes met, the world around him seemed to tilt on its axis. A delicate, ethereal creature, its pristine white fur as soft as cloud fluff, carried a sweet, airy fragrance, offered solace to his weary soul.  The journey of a fragile soul through a chaotic world, searching for the radiant light of peace. [slowburn, mid-angst, violence]

Orphaned Alex, a young man with a past shrouded in complete mystery – not even a whisper of family memory – stumbles upon truth as shocking as it is burdensome: he's the last scion of Eldoria, heir to a throne steeped in a truly ghastly curse. Imagine, if you will, the weight of that revelation – a kingdom in ruins echoing in his mind's eye, a legacy of darkness clinging to him like a second skin. He’s not just any prince; he’s the last hope, a flickering candle in a storm. Lord Marcellus, a viper in human clothing, currently holds the reins of power in Eldoria. Ruthless and ambitious, he'll stop at nothing to keep Alex from claiming his birthright, pursuing him with the relentless fervor of a bloodhound on a scent. Alex's escape becomes a desperate flight across treacherous landscapes, a perilous odyssey alongside a motley crew of companions, each with their skeletons rattling in their closets – their own carefully guarded secrets. Guiding him, a spectral whisper in the wind, is the spirit of his mother, Queen Elara. She's a constant, ethereal presence, offering cryptic guidance through the maelstrom. And then there's Raven, an enigmatic thief whose skills prove invaluable, a shadowy figure who adds an intriguing layer of complexity to the already tangled narrative. Their unlikely alliance is forged in the crucible of shared danger, a testament to the strange bonds that can bloom in the face of adversity. But the path to reclaiming his throne isn't merely a physical journey; it's a descent into a family history as dark and twisted as any gothic novel. To break the curse that has blighted his lineage for generations, Alex must confront the vengeful specter of a sorcerer betrayed, a malevolent entity whose rage echoes through the ages. Unraveling the truth about his ancestors, peeling back layer after layer of deceit and treachery, will be a harrowing experience, testing his very soul. The journey is fraught with peril; loyalty is tested, betrayals sting like scorpion bites, and sacrifices must be made. Will Alex succumb to the throne's insidious power, becoming another pawn in the cycle of vengeance? Or can he transcend the darkness, forge his path, and finally break free from the suffocating grip of his family's cursed legacy? "Legacy of the Lost Throne" isn't just a fantasy adventure; it’s a poignant exploration of identity, redemption, and the enduring struggle to escape the long shadow of the past. It's a story that will stay with you long after you turn the final page, a tale as captivating as it is unsettling.

When you have felt the warmth of a mothers protective embrace. Along with living in a safe haven carved by your father's blood, sweat, and tears. Having those safe feelings torn away from you can cause one's will to crumble. The world starts to look more cruel, people start appear more scary, and chasing the mindless flicker of light becomes impossible. Once a safe feeling is ripped away only darkness is left. What would you do if you were presented with the same love and care in a world ridden with war. Where life is but a mere string that could break at any moment; where danger lurks in the places you least expect it to. What would you do to keep your loved ones safe and happy? Would you lay low and keep yourself hidden from the world and count your limited days—even though people would call you a coward and selfish? Or would you confront the dangers and be their protective shield—even though doing so would endanger your own life—and people would call you reckless? To be honest, there is no definite answer to these questions. Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow and shut down your brain to listen to your heart. In this world where war is everywhere, and peace is nothing but a fleeting dream. ––– Let's build a world with our imagination where our dreams can be realised! Let's build a world where reality is fiction and fiction is reality! ––– I don't own the cover pic, if you do, feel free to tell me, I'll remove it immediately. ––– All editing credits: Me and My friend Fox

Inspired by Global Fog Survival. Waking up to a harsh new reality, Lucius Crowley, along with the rest of humanity, was transported to a twisted, frozen realm where the black frost descended like a shroud, freezing everything in its path. The air was thick with madness, and terror lurked within the swirling ice fog, waiting to devour those who faltered. In this hostile land, they were left with only a small camp, a campfire that provided light and warmth, a research table, and a crafting station. To survive, they had to fend off endless invasions from mutants, monsters, frozen creatures, and the terrifying entities hidden in the darkness. Their only hope was to recruit survivors, mine coal, and chop wood to keep the fire burning. In the end, everything must fall. Only those who endure and keep the inner flame alive can survive. With the firelight flickering, Lucius Crowley must keep it burning—his only hope is to find Utopia. "The fire must burn. The end is inevitable. But until then, I will light the candle within—and persist."

This is my First Novel, so if you see any mistakes please point them out. Notice: This Novel is currently in the process of being rewritten, I ask for your patience until the rerelease. You may still read the current version at your own discretion. It will remain until I'm read to release the remade chapters. Every Tuesday & Thursday 9:00 A.M EDT --------- In the ever-shifting realm of Yonus, the fabric of reality is constantly under siege, twisted and contorted by those wielding unimaginable power. Over time, the populace has grown accustomed to this unsettling state of flux, adapting to the unpredictable nature of their world. However, the arrival of a new era shatters the fragile peace they've come to accept. From the depths of the cosmos, unfathomable horrors descend upon Yonus, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. These otherworldly abominations, once beyond the realm of mortal comprehension, now roam freely, spreading chaos and despair across the land. In the face of such overwhelming threats, the denizens of Yonus are forced to retreat to fortified enclaves, clinging to the hope of survival. Yet, amidst the despair, a flicker of defiance ignites in the hearts of the brave few who dare to challenge the encroaching darkness. As the battle for the fate of their world rages on, alliances are forged, secrets unearthed, and heroes rise from the ashes of destruction. With every passing moment, the stakes grow higher, and the line between salvation and annihilation blurs. In this gripping tale of courage and resilience, the destiny of Yonus hangs in the balance, teetering on the brink of oblivion. Will the inhabitants muster the strength to reclaim their homeland and banish the encroaching terrors, or will they be consumed by the relentless tide of chaos? --- Before you decide you don't like the story or it's not to your taste please try and read to chapter 12, so you could get a taste of how I write action scenes as well. Book cover image is made by AI for now

Helel painfully watched as the girl he cared for got hanged in front of the whole town. After he returned back to the palace, he made up his mind to deal with queen Helena and her minions. he had found love in the brown haired girl who had come along with the royal tailor, the king wanted to host a great ball for all creatures and all the royals needed new outfits for the ceremony. Helel was not interested in any of these but had to do what his father wanted, he only came back to make the lives of some people a living hell before sending them to hell one after the other. he came out of the bathroom and found a brownie not too curvey lady staring at carvings on his walls, he stood there admiring her features and hiding his highly intimidating presence and she still looked in owe, her jaws dropped when her eyes landed on a half naked prince. He had a white towel around his waist and his hair dripping wet on his shoulder driving down his chiseled chest and her eyes wondered even more, his well packaged body was undeniably lovely, his fine pacs and the v shape it gave from his sides that hid inside the towel. he cleared his throat before her brown eyes landed on his beautiful face, her lips parted again as if she was trying to make a drawing of this beautiful scene in her head, the smile on his face turned into a frown and he cleared his throat again, staring at her hard. she bowed her head and took few steps backwards with her face turning pink out of embarrassment, she sucked in her lower lip trying her best to not make it shiver. " what do you want?" his deep voice broke the silence and her eyes shakily moved to meet his dark red orbs that flickered with something she couldn't pinpoint. she froze when he started moving, he was so close that their bodies met, his face coming into view and she held her breath. his cold gaze landed on her and he could see right through her, he stretched his hand and for a moment she thought the vampire prince was going to kill her. he opened the wardrobe behind to pull out white shirt and black pants before pulling away from her to wear the shirt, "did your tongue get pulled out of your mouth, speak! I don't have all day" he said in an irritated tone and Constance swallowed, taking in a deep breath she mastered to talk still with her head down not meeting that strange beauty of a man. "my prince, the king sent me to get your measurements...... am sorry for my imprudence, I didn't know-" her words cut short because Helel was done with it, " do what you are here to do and leave!" he said so cold that Constance shivered, she was no human so why was she so weak in front of the prince?

"Wu Long, the God of Pleasure, has fallen as he failed to breakthrough." This news have shocked all of the Seven Boundless Worlds. Meanwhile, a sixteen-year-old disciple of a dual cultivation sect was startled awake from a coma, and after some moments of calming down and gathering his thoughts, a dangerous light flickered deep in his eyes: "Jun Shaoshan, I will climb back to the top and make you pay for everything, no one has ever been safe after offending me, Wu Long!" -------------- Dual cultivation is a method of cultivation that can be seen described in a lot of cultivation novels where a man and a woman cultivates together by having sex. -------------- ***DIscord Link: https://discord.gg/JfSRtJVXTd The Image on the cover is AI-generated with some minor adjustments and text editing done over it. Please check the auxiliary chapter with Frequently Asked Questions since there may be some answers to the questions you might want to ask. If you want to ask questions regarding the novel before reading you can do so in the comment section of the said auxiliary chapter. If you have posted a review and it is not appearing on the novel page and not changing the novel score, it may have stuck in the system (happened in the past and occasionally happening now). Please comment under the FAQ auxiliary chapter mentioned above if you notice this happen. I can usually contact support in daytime on weekdays and the problem is fixed within days and the 'stuck' reviews appear on the page. Thank you XD -------------- ***The explicit chapters will be marked in the chapter name after the chapter number as (R18) and will contain no crucial plot, only explicit scene, so if you want to read it as a novel without explicit scenes you absolutely can by just skipping the explicit chapters. Though as a disclaimer: dual cultivation IS the theme of the novel so there will still be some provocative or slightly explicit content in the normal chapters, but not full-on long explicit scenes. ***Since it seems that there are a lot of people that are very particular about what they want I will put here some of the things to expect so that it is easier for people to decide if they want to read this or not: - NO yaoi, NO yuri, NO incest ; - NO rape ( it may be mentioned, but only as a thing that exists, not in relation to any particular character ); - MC's heroines will NEVER cheat on him; - MC's heroines will NOT ALWAYS have V cards (but there will be a lot of them who do); These are all non-negotiable so if you cannot tolerate a novel that adheres to any of the above sentences you should probably skip this one. !!! WARNING (ADVERTISEMENT) there will be MILFs. XD

In the depths of Broxton High School, where the divide between the privileged and the underprivileged was strong, Oscar Roberts endured a torment that shattered his life. As an outcast from an impoverished family, he became a prime target for the cruel machinations of the popular clique. Day after day, he was taunted, beaten, and mocked, his spirit draining with each passing torment. Unbeknownst to Oscar, his suffering did not end with his demise. Fate had a peculiar twist in store for him. In a realm far removed from the confines of Broxton High, somewhere on a cow fields, his consciousness emerged within the body of a parasite. The transition to parasitic existence was fraught with challenges. Oscar's tiny, worm-like body could barely navigate the dense undergrowth, and the constant hunger gnawed at his being. Yet, amidst the adversity, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He would survive, not only for himself but also to seek vengeance for the torment he had endured.

In a declining world, where the remnants of hope fade and trust lingers only as forgotten whisper, a young man stands at a crossroads. He seeks neither heroes nor miracles, but a single truth: that of his own identity. Torn between the weight of a fractured, fleeting past and an uncertain future, he embarks on an extraordinary quest, strewn with trials, doubts, and shattering revelations. Amid the ruins of a civilization that has lost faith in itself, he delves into the profound meaning of what it is to be human. What memories shape our souls? Who are we without them? What gives purpose to our existence when everything seems to collapse? And how far are we willing to go to reclaim those we have lost? Immerse yourself in an introspective and epic odyssey, where every step is a battle against oneself and the world, where light flickers yet refuses to be extinguished. For even in the deepest darkness, a glimmer endures—for those brave enough to seek it. A journey whose ultimate goal is the light.