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Dragon Codex: Knight of Chaos

Being the daughter of a famous dragon hunter has its perks and annoyances. One perk Everscent likes is that she has access to things other people normally wouldn't. For instance, getting noticed by the Dragon God Chaos and receiving his blessing, giving her access to the system. There's no way she would have drawn the attention of a shadow god if she wasn't related to her parents. A second perk is getting one on one sparring sessions and being able to afford a tutor to help her control her blessing. At least, if they can find one strong enough to handle the powerful darkness she wields. An annoying perk would be all the expectations that are put on her shoulders. "Your mother is a strict Headmistress for the number one academy in the world and your father is an anointed Hunter to a High Lord who won the national tournament. How powerful are you?" Only she is powerful, she just can't control it so she doesn't use it. Often, at least. Well, only when it's convenient. However, now that Everscent is twenty years of age, she can go with her older brother to the academy to follow her family legacy. To join the tournament and become a dragon hunter. Well, just as soon as she masters the rest of her blessing. However, one mistake makes her entire first year tense and unforgettable. No one likes a pissed off King breathing down their neck, Ever especially. Not when her brother is starting to act weird. Not when demons are sneaking into the academy, and not when dragons are attacking with the Dra'koni. Is it just her or does everything just have bad timing? *** Two daggers sit atop a white marble pillar, protected by a dome of glass. While the hilts and crossguards match, the blades are different. One is made of a pale, shiny metal, while the other is crafted from dark obsidian. At the center of their hilts are round opal stones. Everscent leans closer, her hands pressing against the glass as she gapes at the lovely weapons. "What are you doing?" The deep, quiet voice makes her yelp and she jumps away from the dragon-blessed item. Everscent spins around and finds a dark figure leaning against the doorframe leading to the room she's in. Is he here to steal it too? Has word already gotten out about it being transferred here already? That's so annoying… Ding [Profile blocked from viewing.] Everescent's eyebrows furrow as she averts her eyes from her system screen to her new guest. How strong does he have to be to do that? A low grade wouldn't have been able to get past the Honeycomb Barrier. Everscent narrows her eyes. If he truly is that strong, can he see her profile window? He isn't giving anything away that he does. "Wha–" Her voice cracks, and she cuts herself off to clear her throat. Dang it. "Me? What about you?" The guy doesn't respond at first, then he hums. He gazes up at something behind her and taps a finger against the fabric of his pants. Then he pushes himself off of the doorframe, and with his hands shoved into his pockets, steps closer. "I asked you first," he shrugs. She tilts her head, why does he seem so familiar? "I got curious." She glares at him. She takes him in from head to toe. "I wanted to see it." "Seeing doesn't require touching, now does it, little thief?" She can hear smugness in his tone. Ever's hands curl into fists. Who the hell is this guy? "It's your turn," she snaps, nodding at him. "Why are you here?" "Just," he pauses, and reaches up to scratch the top of his head and then sighs, "doing some old man a favor." Old man? Her eyebrows furrow. "What–" He cuts her off. Suddenly, he's inches away from her, his eyes squinting as he smiles wide from beneath his mask. His eyelashes are so long. "You talk too much." He murmurs softly.
NovelLyn · 1.2K Views

Shennong Dao Master

【Brand New Setting】【Fully Developed System】 When you awoke, you had become an official known as "Minister of Agriculture" in a fantasy game. "Dynasty's Prosperity" version: You diligently cultivated the "Seasonal Order," from "Harmonizing Winds and Rains" to "Summoning the Winds and Commanding the Rains," from "Bountiful Grain Harvests" to "All Things Flourish," commanding the seasons and quietly developing. You achieved minor successes, joined the army on expeditions, and controlled the "Four Books of Agriculture." You froze thousands of miles of great rivers to pave the way for the army. With "Miasma" you slew enemies, "Fog Shadow" obstructed tens of thousands of troops, establishing unparalleled military exploits and rising to the position of Director of Agriculture, secretly seizing the fate of the dynasty, all falling into your hands. "Spiritual Energy Resurgence" version: You nurtured "Mountain Spirits and Wild Creatures": Twin lotus make you invulnerable to both water and fire, the Seven Star Sword cools the light across Nineteen Provinces, Parasitic Species feeding on living beings, Void Species rooting in the void to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth... You established an inner scenic area, cultivated immortal species, with "Grand Taiyi Lotus" replicating en masse! "Ancient Tree of Life" immortal and indestructible! "A true seed falls into the Dantian, can nurture spiritual sprouts for ten thousand years, one day when the cultivation is complete, my life is governed by me, not by the heavens!" "Heart fire shines like the sun, kidney water is the source, spleen stores earth, lungs refine through metal, liver sustains with qi. Using the body as the foundation, nurture original species, foster all laws, achieving the status of Shennong Dao Master !"
Mighty Colonel · 235.8K Views

Testament Of A Survivor

The world around me lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of what once was, my hand squelched in the thick, dark liquid that stained the cracked pavement—blood, pooling from the fallen, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded. Buildings, once towering symbols of human achievement, now stood as skeletal remains, their shattered windows resembling empty eyes staring into the abyss. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and despair, mingling with the acrid smoke that still curled from the remnants of pink fires still burning brightly . Strangely everywhere was silent, as i searched for a sign of life in this hellish landscape, searching for any sign of life or hope. Every shadow felt like a threat, and every sound made my heart race. In this world, weakness was the greatest sin. As I looked down at my chest only to see it peirced by a metal rod and my leg twisted as if ensuring i wouldn't try to walk, i was filled with so much pain that i couldn't think straight as my mind was filled with the death of my parents and the destruction that seems to echo around me. Only the remnants of my humanity and the pain that I was feeling that was judging my presence in this broken reality. I wanted to stay alive i truly did, but the weight of the image of my blood-soaked dead bodies of my parents lingered in my mind, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that had consumed us all. Thinking back I thought 'what has led to this.'
Noblebird_Supreme · 460 Views

Billionaire Mafia's Manny

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill; Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long, after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much, he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son, who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die, no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way, he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.
Rosegold_n · 158.7K Views

The fool's eternal curse

--- **Ever dreamed of being immortal, wielding cool powers, and going on crazy adventures with your friends? Fighting nightmares and monsters in a modern fantasy world?** Well, guess what? That wish came true—for me—without my consent. My name is Samuel Roger, and I am an orphan desperate for attention. People found me annoying, neighbors called me a pervert, but none of that stopped me from seeking connection. Then, on my 19th birthday, life threw me the ultimate cliché: I got hit by a truck. I survived—only to die moments later when a metal pipe took me out. But death wasn’t the end. My soul fused with another teen named Andrea Rein, who shared my personality. It was almost like looking in a mirror—so, no, I didn’t change. Sam Roger and Andrea Rein became one together, and we’re ready to cause some chaos. Join Andrea on his quest for fun, friendship, and adventure in a new world. With his family and friends by his side, they’ll fight monsters, face nightmares, and forge unbreakable bonds. Because sometimes, the best adventures start with a little mischief. --- The book is a rewrite of my previous novel which got rejected so I changed my attitude in my novel and created a different but same story if you want to see the previous story, it is called Horoscope Death is a Coward. I will promise the book will be up-to-date and more friendly support me by sending power stone and adding the book to your library THANK YOU
Broke_nation · 227 Views

Die Weltraum Söldner von Ilurian

Ich wachte auf. Der Himmel über mir war von einer unnatürlichen Farbe – eine Mischung aus blassem Grau und schimmerndem Blau, als würde das Firmament selbst krank daliegen. Kein Wind, keine Geräusche, nur Stille, die dröhnte. Der Boden war staubig und rau, mit Rissen, die wie ein Netz aus Wunden die Landschaft überzogen. Um mich herum erstreckte sich eine trostlose Wüste, doch das war keine gewöhnliche Wüste. Am Horizont erhoben sich seltsame Strukturen, wie Zähne aus Metall, die rostend und bedrohlich in den Himmel stachen. Ihre Silhouetten schienen sich zu bewegen, als ob sie atmeten oder lebten. Es war ein Ort, an dem nichts existieren sollte, und doch war ich hier. Ich tastete meine Kleidung ab. Ein einfacher, grauer Anzug, den ich nicht kannte, und ein seltsames Gerät an meinem Handgelenk. Es blinkte leise, ohne dass ich wusste, was es bedeutete. Ein schwaches Pulsieren ging davon aus, wie ein Herzschlag, der mich daran erinnerte, dass ich noch lebte. Aber wo war ich? Wer war ich? Dann hörte ich es. Ein fernes Summen, das sich langsam näherte. Es war kein Fahrzeug, zumindest keines, das ich je gehört hatte. Es klang organisch und mechanisch zugleich, ein unheimlicher Chor aus Klängen, die sich in meinem Schädel festsetzten. Meine Instinkte schrien, dass ich mich verstecken musste. Doch wohin? Hier gab es nichts außer der leeren Weite und diesen seltsamen Strukturen. Plötzlich begann das Gerät an meinem Handgelenk schneller zu blinken. Eine Stimme erklang, digital und kalt: „Subjekt 473, Protokoll Omega aktiviert. Sicherheit nicht gewährleistet. Bewegung erforderlich.“ Bevor ich weiter darüber nachdenken konnte, was das bedeutete, brach der Himmel über mir auf. Ein grelles Licht durchbrach die Wolkendecke, und etwas Riesiges senkte sich herab. Ein Schiff? Ein Lebewesen? Es war unmöglich zu sagen. Doch eines wusste ich: Meine Zeit hier hatte gerade erst begonnen.
Andre_Castor · 46 Views

For Vengeance, I Ascend Once More

[Warning: This novel can get brutal and has some some R18 scenes which you will be warned of at the beginnings of the chapters] ....... What is existence? It is divided into two Spaces. The Mortis, where one can find Worlds. The Immortis, where one can find Realms. Both divided by a boundary that keeps the two separate. However, as vast as this world is, only a single individual's story is relevant. A man who rose from the depths of a dark society in the Mortis and ended up being a symbol power, prosperity and fear in the Immortis. Revered and respect by experts of all realms of power. He was granted a title to acknowledge him as a powerful expert. A King. However, there’s a saying in the Immortis. ‘Like the Mobius of Birth, one’s life always comes back around with all the vile darkness one thinks they’ve left behind.’ The man who had become a King, lost everything to a cycle that came to bite him in the back. Betrayal. Everything that he built. The wife he loved. The children he raised. All of it was lost. He returned to square one. Back to the Mortis, where he began. Join him on his journey to ascend again. His fury is not abated. He wishes to tear down his enemies for they did. The traitors for their betrayal. Will he rise alone? Will he follow the same path as the last time? Will he overpower his enemies? Find out in the story of a dark King. The King of.... ......... "You are rage." As he said so, he slashed down with the sword, his arms not quite able to bring down the sword in a perfect slash. However, it was a slash nonetheless. It was clumsy, but it was fine. The young man raised his arms and grasped his sword above his head again. "You are pain," he said as he slashed down with a better steadiness that made his slash look a bit more elegant. The look in his eyes turned colder as the evening breeze brushed past him. Before him was not the sea or the moon or the stars. There was the face of his enemies as they dared to bring to ruin all that he had built. "You are fear," he said as he brought down his sword again, its rusting blade showing nothing of the magnificence a sword should bear. What was the True Way of the Sword? It was to cause bloodshed. It was to cause pain. It was to cause sorrow. It was to tear away families from their fathers, husbands, children, mothers. Every weapon was forged to cut down a life. Whether it was to protect or not. A life would be taken by the silver blade as it slashed down. The bulky man in the forge, hammering away at the heated metal would seek to make a sword stronger and sharpen it afterwards so it wouldn't fail to behead a foe. A sword's purpose and instinct was to kill. "You are torment!" The young man slashed again with all his might, his slash being a silver light could be seen as it was lit in the night. "You are war!" He lowered his stance as he felt the sword slice through the air seamlessly. "You are madness!" The sword blew a bit of the sand on the shore as he swung down. "You are destruction!" he said as he slashed. 'I will walk this path again. It has worked for me before and it will continue to work now,' he thought. He slashed again. 'None shall remain standing when I return to the Realms above.' ........... Cover is not mine....credit to artist..
Shade_Arjuun · 44.6K Views

Cursed Facade

“Wake up.” The icy splash of water jolted Jasmine awake, her breath hitching as reality crashed down. Disoriented and trembling, she barely registered a hand striking her cheek. The sharp sting and the metallic tang of blood grounded her in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Sebastian loomed over her, his presence as sharp and cold as the venom in his voice. “Welcome, princess. How do you find Montague's hospitality?” His smirk was colder than the water dripping from her face. “I bring news,” he continued, his words cutting like a blade. “Your father has finally met justice—straight to hell.” Jasmine froze, tears welling in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “What happened to my father? What did you do to him?” Sebastian’s smirk twisted into something darker. “What did I do?” he repeated, his voice low and venomous. “I gave your father exactly what he deserved—for destroying my sister’s life, for tearing my family apart.” He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. “But don’t mistake this for an ending, Jasmine. This is only the beginning.” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please—you’ve got it wrong. My father and I would never harm anyone!” Sebastian’s grip tightened on her chin, his unrelenting gaze boring into her. “Spare me your innocence,” he hissed. “I should be glad he’s dead—but I’m not because I didn’t kill him myself. So I’ll settle for you. Every tear, every ounce of pain, will torment him in his grave.” Even as fear consumed her, Jasmine’s voice trembled with defiance. “You’re wrong. Whatever you think you know, it’s a lie.” Jasmine’s memories were fragmented, her past shrouded in mystery. She couldn’t even remember her father’s face, let alone the sins this man accused them of. She didn’t know where to begin, or who to turn to for answers. But one thing was clear: He wasn’t just her captor—he was her storm. And the storm between them had only begun.
Rumantic_Tales · 1.7K Views

Phantom Warfare

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."
Emad_Sadiq · 1.3K Views

The Blade's Caress

She looked like a rat caught in headlights, her big brown eyes looking innocently up at me, tears brimming. My little Miss Kindergarten turns me on without even doing anything. I wanted to hug her, but if I did, she would feel my manhood. "Tsk tsk, what happened, Miss Kindergarten?" I whispered. She stood up, the moonlight from the window making her curves more prominent. "Why are you here?" she sniffled. "I can come whenever I want, baby," I walked slowly towards her. She took a step back, and I took one more forward. She touched the wall behind her. Aawww "Uh huh, no escape, baby," I spoke, standing in front of her. Her head low, her toes fidgeting on her own. Nervous. Nervous. "What's so interesting in those cute feet today?" I asked, tugging at her chin to make her look up at me. "Go Away. Please" Her voice came out weak. "You should mind your business." "Oh, you are my business, Miss Kindergarten. Don't forget that," I growled in a low voice. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" Her stubborn behavior as usual. "You are, baby, and if you deny it again, I'll bite that little tongue of yours." She sucked in a sharp breath, rolling her eyes at me. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" she gritted out, her nose fuming in anger. "You can't tell me. You don't own me!" 'Only if she knew, she doesn't look scary at all. She's a pookie. MY POOKIE!' "You love challenging me, baby," I said, closing the distance between us and bending until my nose touched hers. "Let me taste that daring tongue of yours." I whispered, tilting my head to sniff her hair. Grabbing her arms from behind and pinned them above her head. "Hey, Miss Kindergarten, your hands are wet." She whimpered. I brought my other hand back to her chin and saw dark liquid dripping off my fingers. The metallic scent wafting up my nostrils. "I swear If this is blood, you're going to regret it. Baby."
Javeria_Becky · 5.6K Views

Gearshift of the Heart

In the heart of Velocity City, a sprawling urban jungle known for its underground racing scene, 25-year-old Kayden Hart struggles to keep his father’s failing auto shop afloat. Known for his unparalleled skills in tuning engines, Kayden has a deep love for vintage Japanese cars, especially his Toyota AE86 Sprinter Trueno Apex, a hand-me-down from his late mother. Despite being considered outdated by modern standards, Kayden’s AE86 becomes a symbol of resilience, precision, and nostalgia in a world dominated by newer, sleeker models. On the other side of the city, Elena Voss, a 27-year-old investigative journalist, has a secret to uncover. She's after the truth about The Apex Run, a shadowy racing syndicate responsible for deadly accidents and rumored criminal activity. To gain entry into this clandestine world, Elena enlists Kayden’s help, offering to pay for his shop’s overdue debts in exchange for a partnership. Kayden reluctantly agrees, and together they enter The Apex Run, where racers showcase their souped-up machines. The competition includes a variety of iconic cars, such as: Toyota GT86: Driven by Kayden’s closest ally, Mia Takeda, a feisty racer with a knack for drifting. Mercedes-Benz AMG GT Black Series: Piloted by Victor "Phantom" Kane, Kayden’s ruthless rival with a history of sabotage. Nissan GT-R R35: A modern monster, driven by Marcus Steele, a millionaire playboy with a penchant for dirty tricks. Mazda RX-7 FD: Elena's undercover ride, secretly modified to hide surveillance tech. Characters: Kayden Hart: A scrappy, self-taught mechanic with a deep respect for classic cars. His AE86 is not just a car but a piece of his family legacy. He has a calm demeanor but harbors a fiery passion for racing. Elena Voss: Intelligent and headstrong, Elena has little knowledge about cars but learns quickly. She’s drawn to Kayden’s passion and begins to see racing as more than just a sport—it’s an art. Mia Takeda: Kayden’s childhood friend and confidante. She’s a fearless drifter with a Toyota GT86 built for speed and style. Victor "Phantom" Kane: A cold, calculating antagonist who will stop at nothing to win. His Mercedes-Benz AMG GT represents his obsession with perfection and power. Plot: Kayden and Elena form an unlikely bond as they navigate the dangerous world of underground racing. From neon-lit cityscapes to winding mountain roads, they face off against opponents in heart-pounding races. Their relationship grows deeper as Elena learns to appreciate the artistry of car culture, while Kayden finds himself opening up about his personal struggles. As the stakes escalate, the pair discovers that The Apex Run isn’t just about racing—it’s a front for illegal arms smuggling. Kayden’s decision to stand against the syndicate puts his life and Elena’s in grave danger. In a climactic showdown, Kayden races Phantom on a deadly mountain pass, where every twist and turn tests not only their driving skills but also their courage and loyalty. Cars in Detail: 1. Kayden’s Toyota AE86 Sprinter Trueno Apex: Classic black-and-white panda paint scheme. Modified with a high-revving 4A-GE engine, lightweight carbon-fiber panels, and advanced suspension for drifting. Equipped with nostalgic touches like a cassette player that Kayden refuses to replace. 2. Elena’s Mazda RX-7 FD: Bright yellow body with subtle black accents. Rotary engine tuned for both speed and stealth. Hidden compartments for her recording equipment. 3. Victor’s Mercedes-Benz AMG GT Black Series: Sleek matte black with crimson details. Twin-turbo V8 engine producing 730 horsepower. Designed for straight-line speed and intimidation. 4. Mia’s Toyota GT86: Metallic blue with silver racing stripes. Turbocharged engine and lightweight frame for drifting. Known for its aggressive styling and signature exhaust note.
kamesensei22 · 2.3K Views

EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON’S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.
Rene_Tokiori · 48.1K Views

Flame Bound Warden

In a world where intelligent species are as many as stars observable in the night.There exists Guardians of humanity, The Wardens. The wardens were the protectors of the human clans and they were known as heroes. Heroes of what you might ask?,Well in this world of chaos,there was no race who were safe.Not humans,not dragons,not goblins.No race was safe from each other.Each race were at war at each other,either for resources or power,nothing was left.Everything was an excuse for war.This was the rise of the wardens.The wardens or otherwise the protectors of humanity would destroy any race who would try to extinct the humans,and they had powerful and awful ways of doing it. Just as time went on passing,Humanity lived in peace and so did the Wardens. However this peace didn't last long, as the emperor of the dragon race made a breakthrough in his bottleneck,and made a peace treaty with the other races, deciding to make an alliance and annialate the humans,since they were growing more arrogant and brewing with confidence thanks to the wardens. Thus the war began,under the command of the dragon emperor's rule,all the races waged war and ruptured chaos,the main goal:extinction of humanity. However humans weren't weak, especially the wardens,commanding the 5 elements The Warden Of Flames The Warden Of Tides The Warden Of Thunder The Warden Of Winds The Warden Of Metal All pulled through,even though they were overpowered by numbers they too overpowered by strength,thus beheading not only the dragon emperor but also destroying HALF OF ALL RACES IN THE WAR. However the 5 wardens were totally worn out, inorder to achieve the impossible they had to do the impossible,they burned their ESSENCE to gain strength,which had a huge toll on their strength and soul. So inorder to revive their Mana,soul and essence they had to go to slumber for 100 years. Humanity knew that they're hopes were gone however they couldn't hold the inevitable thus they built the citadels to honor the 5 wardens and let them sleep. Even though they were worried it was obvious,no races were soon to recover of what they had seen or lost. The wardens made their promise to return and help humanity but finally after 100 years, Ashfall the warden of Flames is shocked as he wakes up to a peaceful era where all the races of the globe live harmoniously among each other! What will Ashfall do in a world that he is forgotten. A world where he has no purpose. Will he finally rest peacefully. ––– Yes, use of mana Is present in this world. So is spells, magic and also all kinds of races are present, from dragons to goblins to you name it.. Also it follows slice of life theme. Any other questions will be answered in the comment section under author's review.
ShadenSword · 2K Views

The spirit of the sword

In a world veiled by clouds of mystery and darkness, there existed an ancient sword, devoid of engravings or symbols. Its edge was sharp as knives, and its power was as deadly as a raging storm. It was said that the sword was a tool of destruction, controlling those who wielded it. Yet, what no one knew was that the sword harbored a dark power beyond human comprehension. The sword passed through countless hands over centuries—from one warrior to another, from one killer to the next. Each person who possessed it left behind a trail of blood and death. With every swing, the sword brought chaos and ruin. But it was not just a weapon of death; it carried a dark soul, an unseen spirit lurking deep within its blade. Then came a day that changed everything. A dark entity, unlike any creature known before, entered the sword's world to alter its fate. This being decided to merge the sword with the body of a boy named Yuri, an ordinary boy unaware of the power about to take hold of him. When the sword entered Yuri’s body, strange transformations began. Yuri was no longer just a boy; the sword became a part of him. And the sword, no longer a mere piece of metal, unleashed its deadly spirit to take control of Yuri's body. The sword's power filled his being, while Yuri's soul began to fade into the depths, gradually becoming nothing more than a faint whisper. The more Yuri tried to resist, the stronger the sword became. It dictated every movement, every step, every breath. Yuri fought against the sword's control, but its power was too overwhelming. Over time, Yuri's spirit dwindled until it was barely noticeable, leaving behind a fragile trace. No one knew the true secret of this sword. It remained entirely unknown, and the boy's body it inhabited became shrouded in mystery. The sword had a will of its own and an immense, limitless power. The dark entity, the only one aware of the sword's secret, could not predict what would unfold after the transformation. As time passed, the sword began to undergo yet another change. Yuri continued his struggle, but the sword's power was indomitable. In rare moments when Yuri’s consciousness surfaced, he tried to rebel against the sword. But the sword itself was now embroiled in an internal conflict—between its own dark force and Yuri’s desperate fight to reclaim himself. In the end, the sword became a dark power enveloping the boy’s spirit, yet it also turned into something extraordinary in this world. Those moments of internal struggle would ultimately determine their fate—and the fate of the entire world.
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