Personajes Haze

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

En un universo fragmentado por la guerra y el caos, un grupo de héroes y guerreros legendarios se prepara para enfrentar la amenaza más grande que jamás haya existido. Xar'Khal, una entidad primordial nacida del caos y la destrucción, ha regresado para llevar al mundo a su fin. Su poder ha crecido hasta niveles inconmensurables, y ahora su único propósito es erradicar toda forma de vida, destruyendo el omniverso con su fuerza desatada. Entre los valientes que se alzan contra él, destacan personajes de gran poder y habilidades excepcionales. Victor, un guerrero conocido por su valentía, se ve obligado a abandonar su vida de paz para enfrentarse a su destino. Rigor, un experto en artes marciales y tácticas de guerra, lidera a un equipo diverso de combatientes. Junto a ellos están Daiki Talloran, el hijo del antiguo líder de la resistencia, y Nine Sharon, su antiguo amigo convertido en enemigo. A medida que sus fuerzas se combinan, también lo hacen sus historias, traiciones y antiguas lealtades. Con el omniverso al borde de la destrucción, los héroes se sumergen en un intenso entrenamiento para alcanzar su máximo potencial. José, hijo de Victor, tiene que superar sus propios miedos y dudas para cumplir con su destino. Yasane, una joven prodigio con el control de la energía, se enfrenta a su mayor desafío: dominar sus poderes antes de que la oscuridad los consuma. Mientras tanto, antiguos héroes que han dejado atrás la lucha se ven forzados a regresar a los campos de batalla, enfrentando no solo al enemigo, sino también sus propios demonios internos. El entrenamiento es implacable. Las antiguas técnicas de combate se combinan con poderes desconocidos, y las relaciones entre los héroes se pondrán a prueba en cada enfrentamiento. Con la fusión de habilidades y la voluntad de proteger lo que queda de su mundo, los guerreros se preparan para una confrontación final con Xar'Khal, cuyo poder es tan grande que incluso los más poderosos del equipo podrían sucumbir. Pero a medida que la batalla se acerca, los héroes descubren que la mayor amenaza no solo proviene de Xar'Khal, sino de las mismas fuerzas que los han forjado. El sacrificio será necesario, y el precio por salvar el universo será más grande de lo que cualquiera podría imaginar. La última guerra está a punto de comenzar, y solo los más fuertes sobrevivirán. "History academy" es una novela épica de entrenamientos intensos, luchas emocionantes y giros impredecibles, donde los límites del poder serán desafiados y el destino de todos será decidido en el último combate.

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

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

follows Samuel Viddic, a detective burdened by loss, guilt, and an unrelenting past. When his beloved wife Charlotte dies unexpectedly, his world fractures, leaving him lost in a haze of memories and sorrow. But grief does not grant him solitude. An old acquaintance, Sir Harold, pleads for Samuel’s help—his daughter, a journalist, has vanished without a trace. As Samuel searches for her, he is drawn into a labyrinth of secrets, where truth is elusive, reality warps, and unseen forces seem to manipulate fate itself. His pursuit forces him to confront his own demons, his wife’s enigmatic final words, and the possibility that the world he thought he knew is a carefully constructed lie. With each step deeper into the mystery, Samuel finds himself at the precipice of something beyond mere human understanding—where faith and reason collide, where the dead whisper truths, and where destiny is not just written, but sealed. Can Samuel unravel the secrets buried beneath time itself? Or will he, like so many before him, become another lost witness to a fate he was never meant to escape?

Anteriormente, Jian Yiling era el personaje secundario destinado a ser carne de cañón. Sin embargo ahora, con los recuerdos de eventos futuros, Jian Yiling, quien había cruzado al novel, se transformó en una figura oculta de peso. No solo Jian Yiling no está interesada en el protagonista masculino, sino que deja a las personas a su alrededor en asombro y desconcierto. Originalmente, sus hermanos la odiaban. Ahora, todos eran ferozmente protectores con ella. “Yiling se asusta fácilmente. No la asusten.” “Yiling no ha ido a lugares lejanos. No la engañen.” “Yiling tiene un cuerpo débil. No la molesten.” ¡Todos los demás querían llorar de incredulidad! ¿Estás seguro de que es linda y fácil de intimidar? ¿Quién se atreve a intimidarla? Cuando todos pensaban que los hermanos Jian eran suficientes para lidiar con ello, había otro que superaba al resto. Maestro Sheng: “Yiling es muy delicada. No debería ser enfadada. ¡Si la haces enfadar, te cortaré y te haré un caldo!” Todos los demás: “Maestro Sheng, ¡creo que hay algo mal con tus ojos! ¡Te recomiendo ir al oftalmólogo!”

Mira era solo una joven mortal viviendo una vida normal hasta que un dios arruinó todo para ella. —¡Que te jodan, dios! ¿Por qué sigues haciéndome esto a mí? ¿Qué hice para merecer esto? —exclamó Mira furiosa. Atrapada en un ciclo de reencarnación, Mira sigue aprendiendo y mejorando con la esperanza de derrotar a su opresor. Sigue a Mira mientras es lanzada a un Mundo de Cultivación donde lo imposible es posible, y la realidad puede ser lo que tú quieras que sea siempre que seas lo suficientemente fuerte. --------------------------------------------------------- Aviso: No planeo añadir romance al principio de la novela. Probablemente añada algo más adelante en la novela, pero no será el enfoque principal. Si hay algún romance, entonces será yuri. Esta novela también se centrará principalmente en personajes femeninos. Por supuesto, habrá hombres en la historia, pero en su mayoría, no serán personajes importantes. ---------------------Sistema de Recompensas--------------------- Regalos: Castillo: 2 Capítulos Extra Nave Espacial: 4 Capítulos Extra Gachapon: 6 Capítulos Extra --------------------------------------------------------- La portada fue creada por Moonfist de Fiverr: https://www.fiverr.com/moonfist?source=order_page_summary_seller_link Discord: https://discord.gg/4kxFxsCvb5 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Dreyerboys

A un chico le obsequian un libro llamado El Libro de la Luz, el cual esta en blanco y que solamente puede ser leído por personas de corazón puro, desde ese momento obtiene la capacidad de invocar, controlar y convertirse en toda creatura y ser bueno dentro del libro. Historias, personajes, objetos y cosas creados originalmente por mi Luis A. , cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera concidencia, no acepto el plagio y tampoco lo apruebo, respeta la originalidad y se creativo, queda prohibido toda copia de esta historia, historia totalmente registrada en Webnovels.

Archivos clasificados de la CSAH y la AEAB, solo personal de seguridad autorizado puede acceder, ¡Cuidado!. Historias, personajes, objetos y cosas creados originalmente por mi Luis A. , cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera concidencia, no acepto el plagio y tampoco lo apruebo, respeta la originalidad y se creativo, queda prohibido toda copia de esta historia, historia totalmente registrada en Webnovels.

Johnny, Marciz y Maursdell, tres chicos que vivieron en carne propia los efectos de la "Nube Verde" en Ciudad Goter, lograron salir de la ciudad afectada por la radiación y reunirse con su familia, Johnny fue separado de su familia y amigos, perdido en un mar de preguntas sin respuestas y dudas, intentara encontrarse con ellos de nuevo, pero Johnny no es el mismo y el mundo tampoco.. Historias, personajes y objetos y cosas creados originalmente por mi Luis A. , cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera concidencia, no acepto el plagio y tampoco lo apruebo, respeta la originalidad y se creativo, queda prohibido toda copia de esta historia, historia totalmente registrada en Webnovels.

“Do you weep for me, my teacher?” She whispered. I pressed my lips to her shaking hand and was transported back to when I first met her thirty years earlier. “Yes, majesty. I weep for you.” I replied. “And I weep for my soul. I failed to protect you, and I deserve damnation for it.” My queen smiled, her blood-spattered face serene in the red haze of blood and smoke. “No, Lukas, you have fulfilled your duty. And you will serve me again in the glorious halls of our gods.” “With all my heart,” I whispered. Tears glittered in her eyes, “Call me by my name?” She asked, her voice quiet, weak. “Like you did when I was a little girl.” “Anna.” At the end of the world, a mage held his student in his arms as the light left her eyes. At the end of the world a mage stared down his attacker. At the end of the world, a mage died. And woke up thirty years before the end of the world. He's been given a second chance. And this time he's going to do it right.

After a neverending breathless kiss, he let go of her lips. Looking at her with unusual passion in his usual cold eyes, he whispered. "I won't let anyone take you away. Not even death." Her lips were bitten into a swollen and red state. "You belong to me and only me." ... One year ago, in her drunken state, Xu Xinya made a mistake - a huge mistake of offending a tyrant - Lu Mingyu - the man whose name shuddered countless hearts. A year later, circumstances forced herself to agree to a compromise. As long as she was willing to be his mistress, her family would be spared of the huge debt. Things appeared so, he was their creditor and she was his debtor, nothing more; Xu Xinya was into this just for the sake of the family. But as their relationship grew she begins to doubt, were things really as they appeared to be? Did he allow her in just because of that debt...or was there some other terrifying truth that bound them together way before all of this started. "What was I to you?" She stared into his deep, cold eyes, for once not shying away from his intense gaze. Today, she must get this answer. "What were you to me?" He said absentmindedly. His deep abyss like eyes hazed for a second followed by a deep fascinating chuckled. "Do you dare to confront the truth?" There was clear warning in his tone. Like always, he tried his best to intimidate her and give up. Xu Xinya realized this and this only fueled her resolve. "Yes, I do!" She replied; her determination only becoming tougher at his warning. ... Warning: The genera is dark romance and the ML is portrayed somewhat a possessive freak. He mellows down later own. There will be sexual mature content and violence. So if it is not your cup of tea, steer away. ... Author Message. However, the ending would be happy, I assure you that. This author hates sad endings. Besides, there would be no Rape I assure you that. I despise rape and even though I would like to make my readers cry a bit, involving rape in the construct is taking it too far. In the end, do give this novel a try. You won't regret it.

In a world where power and ambition reign supreme, Lina Ray stands as an unshakable force. A cold, ruthless woman who has carved her empire in the worlds of fashion and music, she refuses to believe in love. Hardened by experience, she sees emotions as nothing more than distractions, weakness she cannot afford. Christian Romano, the formidable Charming ASURA of the underworld, a man of pragmatism and ambition. When their worlds collide amidst the grandeur of Italy, fate weaves a tangled web, drawing them inexorably closer together. As Lina and Christian embark on a tumultuous journey of collaboration, their connection deepens, transcending the boundaries of their disparate lives. As they navigate a ruthless battlefield of ambition, betrayal, and control, their partnership is tested at every turn. But when dark forces threaten to dismantle everything they've built, will Lina and Christian remain adversaries, or will their connection become their greatest strength?

Thrown back into the fragile body of her 15 year old self after a near death experience, Nnenna wakes up in a cold and loveless household, an adopted child meant only to keep the true child company. Rejected, ignored, and treated like a shadow, she had once quietly accepted her fate. But this time, things are different. Armed with a mysterious Love System, Nnenna gains the power to turn hate into love, one mission at a time all over the world. From mending broken friendships to healing hearts torn by betrayal, she earns "Good Points" that slowly transform the world around her. Yet, as her actions ripple outward, so do the echoes of her past life. Forgotten secrets resurface, her true origins, her parents' fates, and the shocking truth about those she left behind. Along her journey, two figures emerge from the haze of her past and present, a soul she thought she had lost forever and another who had been by her side all along. Both bring the promise of love, but will either of them earn her heart when she finally learns to love herself? With every mission, Nnenna discovers that love is a powerful force, not just for others but for the girl she’s becoming. But what happens when the cost of love threatens the second chance she’s fought so hard to build?

Einar Stonbrol's life in modern times was a bleak one. A struggling alcoholic, he wandered aimlessly, void of purpose or direction. His days blended together in a haze of cheap liquor and broken dreams. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Reborn in a fantasy world, Einar finds himself in a realm where magic and mythical creatures reign supreme. At first, he's as lost as ever, but something within him stirs. Perhaps it's the thrill of battle, or the camaraderie of his newfound companions, but Einar begins to awaken to his new life. As he navigates this strange new world, Einar discovers that his past experiences – though marred by alcoholism – have granted him unexpected advantages. His tolerance for pain and hardship serves him well in the face of danger, and his sharp wit, once dulled by alcohol, now proves a valuable asset. Determined to make the most of his second chance, Einar sets out to become the strongest being in this realm. He faces formidable foes, forges unbreakable bonds with unlikely allies, and uncovers hidden secrets about his past and the world around him. The mantle of "The Forsaken" follows him, a reminder of his past life's struggles and his newfound purpose. Einar's journey is one of redemption, as he battles to overcome the demons of his past and forge a new destiny. Will he find a way to balance his ambition with the bonds of friendship and the greater good, or will the shadows of his former life consume him once more? In "Einar the Forsaken," the lines between legend and reality blur, and the fate of a world hangs in the balance. Join Einar on his epic quest to reclaim his life and forge a new legacy.

Yu Holea era una exorcista de fantasmas genio. Maldita por ser una solitaria, abrazó el camino del exorcismo. A la edad de 26 años, murió. Al abrir los ojos se dio cuenta de que había transmigrado a un personaje que tenía el mismo nombre que ella. Yu Holea era la recién descubierta joven señorita de la familia Yu. Aunque todos la despreciaban ya que para ellos Yu Mei era la verdadera joven señorita. Incluso sus propios hermanos biológicos la menospreciaban. Su hermano mayor —Ni siquiera intentes acercarte a mí. Odio a las cazafortunas como tú. Yu Mei, ven, te llevaré de compras. Su amable segundo hermano —La puerta para salir de aquí está a la izquierda. Recuerda no molestar a Yu Mei. Su tercer hermano —Eh, no dejes que vea tu cara repugnante. Déjame ver la cara linda de mi Yu Mei. Sin embargo, Yu Holea los ignoraba. Estaba acostumbrada a todo esto. Se enfocó en su carrera y en ganar dinero en lugar del amor. ¿No tenía un centavo? Ja, tenía una larga cola de grandes empresarios rogándole que aceptara su dinero. Su imperio empresarial se expandía desde Ciudad S hasta la Capital. ¿Que no tenía talento? ¡Puede incluso invocar truenos! En una fiesta de alta gama, uno de los parientes de la familia Yu vio a Yu Holea rodeada por grandes figuras de diferentes campos y se quedó en shock. Justo cuando todos estaban confundos, sus tres hermanos llegaron y comenzaron a mimarla. —Lea'er, ¿quieres comer pastel de fresa? —dijo su hermano mayor—. Llámame Hermano Mayor y te daré el pastel. —Lea, toma, bebe este jugo; por cierto, ¿por qué no me llamas Segundo Hermano? —preguntó su segundo hermano. —Hermanita, no les hagas caso a ellos, yo te protegeré de todos, solo tienes que llamarme Tercer Hermano —le aseguró su tercer hermano. Un cierto apuesto, CEO de una de las 10 mejores empresas, —Lea Baby, ¿cuándo dirás que sí a mi propuesta? Yu Holea —¿Por qué todos la miran con una mirada cariñosa? Sigue a Yu Holea en su aventura llena de emociones, suspenso y mimos.

"Bethany, a meticulous and driven individual, had always played by the rules. She never took risks that could jeopardize her future. However, in a split second, her perfectly constructed world came crashing down. Overwhelmed and lost, Bethany felt like she'd hit rock bottom. One fateful night, while drowning her sorrows, she met Owen. In a haze of alcohol and desire, they ended up getting married in a spontaneous, passion-fueled ceremony. The next morning, Bethany woke up to the shocking realization of what she'd done. As she grappled with the consequences of her actions, Bethany wondered if she could ever come to terms with her newfound reality. Would she be able to live with the choices she'd made, and could her marriage to Owen survive the challenges that lay ahead?

Un occidental trata de salvar a Nanahoshi encontrando la muerte y renace como Rudeus, un tipo que no es un encerrado, y no es un pervertido, como El japones original, y es más inteligente y decidido que el nini japo los personajes no me pertenecen, mushoku tensei es una obra original de Rifujin Na Magonote, este es un Fanfic , sin fines de lucro

Born as a Yūmenka, cursed with the Four Paths of the "Lesser Revelations of Light," Haze's life was marked by fear and captivity. Seen and treated as a weapon, a mere pawn in a game, he dreams of breaking free from the chains of his demon-possessed fate. But when whispers of power and divinity emerge, Haze faces an impossible choice: remain bound to his cursed origins or defy the world to seek rebirth and redemption. Can a soul forged in darkness rise to claim the light?

Severian Duskveil, un joven frío y calculador, es arrancado de su vida cotidiana y arrojado a un mundo despiadado donde la supervivencia es la única ley. A través de un portal dorado que aparece en su apartamento, Severian y miles de personas más son transportados a un nuevo mundo con el único propósito de entretener a los dioses. Los participantes, ahora convertidos en peones de un juego macabro, deben luchar por su vida mientras son observados por seres superiores que se deleitan con su desesperación. Cada uno de ellos recibe una "clase" y habilidades únicas, determinadas por cartas mágicas que definen su destino. Severian, por pura suerte (o tal vez por designio), obtiene la clase Nigromante una de las más raras y poderosas, que le permite revivir a los muertos y convertirlos en sus soldados. Mientras Severian acumula poder y construye su ejército de no-muertos, comienza a cuestionar las reglas de este mundo. ¿Quiénes son los dioses que los observan? ¿Por qué han sido elegidos para este juego cruel? Y lo más importante, ¿hasta dónde está dispuesto a llegar para sobrevivir? "Días Oscuros" es una historia de supervivencia, poder y moralidad en un mundo donde la línea entre el bien y el mal se desdibuja. Con un sistema de clases intrigante, personajes complejos y un ambiente oscuro y opresivo.

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan wakes up in a mysterious world, bound by a curse that clouds his judgment and forces him into choices he never wanted to make. Struggling with guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the consequences of his actions while uncovering the truth behind the curse and his place in this strange new reality.

Waking up in a light novel wasn't on Zeke's to-do list. Neither was saving the world, honestly. So when Zeke Harper, now Jay Haze, a random student at Voxx Academy, is asked to help the main cast defeat the demon king in a script much more challenging than the original, he turns it down... no, that's it. He actually just turns it down... What's he gonna do next?

En un mundo envuelto en sombras y una lucha despiadada por el poder, donde imperios, reinos, principados, ducados, marquesados, condados, vizcondados y baronías compiten por el control y el egoísmo, miles de casas nobles ascienden y caen en una interminable cadena de guerras y conspiraciones. En este turbulento escenario, Kael reencarna como el recién nacido Iván Erenford, impulsado por las circunstancias de la vida y el destino. Iván, guiado por sus ambiciones y deseos egoístas de prosperar, se adentra sin miedo en la oscuridad y la desesperación. No duda en ensuciarse las manos ni en desafiar las normas y límites de la sociedad. Sin remordimientos, se convierte en un conquistador astuto y despiadado, dispuesto a cualquier cosa por alcanzar su egoísta felicidad. Usara todo lo que tenga a la mano, ya sea manipular, engañar y dominar para convertirse en una figura temida y respetada en un mundo donde solo los más fuertes sobreviven. [Algunos de mis personajes hechos con una IA. https://www.deviantart.com/itlentc/gallery].

Jude estaba cansada. Años de acoso la habían dejado vacía, y cuando las chicas que la atormentaron en la escuela aparecieron en su universidad, supo que nunca escaparía de ellas. Así que tomó una decisión. Sin embargo, cuando abrió los ojos, no estaba muerta... sino en el cuerpo de Meredith Rhinestone, la infame esposa del duque más temido del imperio. Meredith no era más que un personaje extra en la novela que su mejor amiga escribió, una villana olvidada, despreciada y destinada a un trágico final. Pero ahora, con una segunda oportunidad y el conocimiento de lo que está por venir, Jude no tiene intención de repetir su destino.

En un mundo donde la humanidad lucha por sobrevivir por monstruos que surgieron de la tierra, sin embargo, estos monstruos no eran normales ¿Cómo se originaron? Mientras esto ocurre nuestros personajes embarcan una travesía de dolor, traición, venganza, ira, depresión, desesperanza, fe, poder, supervivencia, manipulación y sobre todo creer en algo, pero ese “algo” será acaso nuestro ¿dios?

Clouds are mist in the eyes of Immortals...... The divine gaze kept as the witness by the weavers of destiny brings forth judgement upon the crown of Celeste. Yet the rising waves and breaking tides in the sea of stars are all but a drop of tear in her eyes. A journey of eons through three realms, when the overseer peers through the haze in those eyes........ What does she find? This is the tale of the Overseer journeying through three realms as she redefines the fate that belongs to her and her destiny.

Un joven de 16 es atropellado por camión Kun y llevado a un mundo de espadas y magia!, pero en este lugar no es todo color de rosas, detras de esta fachada de fantasia se esconden los delirios de poder y la peor parte de la naturaleza humana en su busqueda por poder!, acompaña al protagonista en su aventura por este mundo y descubre junto a el, el porque de su reencarnacion y en su busqueda por fama y poder, ademas de algunos tropiezos que puede generar la vida y como nuestro protagonista reaccionara a estos ==== el protagonista puede volverse un poco pervertido a veces, en esta novela se tocaran algunos temas tabús así que ya estás advertido!! tags adicionales: Incesto, degeneración, menores en situaciones pervertidas, protagonista superpoderoso, drama, desarrollo de personaje 100% garantizado, slice of life, reflexiones de la vida

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

In a city veiled in oil-stained mist and the dim glow of gaslight, where the grind of steel and the hiss of steam never cease, a man awakens in a body that is not his own. Victor Holloway, an ordinary man from Earth, now walks in the skin of Elias Vayne—a detective whose reputation is built more on deception than achievements, a man who was just murdered for reasons unknown. With fractured memories and an identity that doesn’t quite fit, Victor is drawn into a case stranger than anything he has ever encountered. A murder wiped from existence, with witnesses who speak only in riddles. Yet in this world of secrets and shifting allegiances, greater powers loom beyond mortal schemes. The Churches of the Four Original Gods—ancient institutions of faith, influence, and hidden agendas—watch the game unfold, sometimes as allies, sometimes as immovable obstacles. The deeper he delves, the more he realizes—this world is nothing but a stage, where truth is fluid, and masks are worn by all. There are no certainties, no absolutes, only the game he must now play. Beneath the blackened rain, the whisper of turning gears, and the ever-present haze of smoke, Victor Holloway must embrace the role thrust upon him. A Detective. A Victim. A Liar. A Saviour. A Pactmaker. This is a tale woven from lies and deception. The tale of a Trickster.

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."