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Beast Evolution Forge

“Look at that. Another one of those players just cleared a rank 4 dungeon. What I wouldn’t give to be in his position.” The man muttered, tossing a few credits at Vell as he walked past, his eyes glued to his phone. He caught the coins with a trembling hand, his voice rough and hoarse from disuse. “Thank you.” He watched as the man disappeared into the crowded streets, the whispers of players and their achievements echoing in his ears. Looking down at the cup in his hand, the meager coins inside were a sad reminder of his fall from grace. But before he could gather the strength to stand, a group of bullies appeared, kicking his cup away and scattering the coins across the street. Vell didn’t bother to retrieve them; he could only watch as the bullies laughed and walked away. “Fucking loser.” “Haha, I heard a crazy rumor about him, apparently…” Those were the last words he heard before a loud crash echoed from the other side of the building. He froze, listening intently, his heart pounding in his chest. Faint noises reached him—monster growls and people screaming for help. {Warning: E-rank monster has escaped its master’s control. Evacuate until a player arrives at the location.} The alert blared from the massive screens on the buildings, and panic swept through the crowd as people began to flee, pushing and shoving in their frantic attempts to escape. Vell watched the chaos unfold, a bitter disappointment settling in his stomach.
Mysticscaler · 50.9K Views

Legacy of the Lost Age

In "Legacy of the Lost Age," an ancient god-king awakens from centuries of slumber, finding himself stripped of divine power and cast into a mortal body. The world he once ruled is unrecognizable, his once-glorious empire now lost to myth and legend. Where he once walked as a being of light, revered and feared, his name and legacy have been twisted into tales of ruin and curses. Villagers whisper of "Lost Ones," ancient beings of immense power who vanished from history, leaving behind relics that are now regarded as forbidden and dangerous. Confused yet resolute, the fallen god-king embarks on a journey to reclaim his forgotten legacy. Guided by faint echoes of his former self, he discovers remnants of his past scattered across the land—old shrines, enchanted artifacts, and places of power that have faded into obscurity. Along the way, he encounters Nia, a young girl drawn to the mysteries of the old world. Through her eyes, he begins to understand how fear and reverence have morphed his legacy into a warning tale, casting shadows over his once-respected rule. But his journey is fraught with danger. Ancient forces lurk in the darkness, entities that have grown powerful in his absence, corrupting the very essence of his world. To restore his power, he must face formidable foes and unlock secrets long buried, risking the wrath of those who would prefer the past remain forgotten. As he reclaims each piece of his former strength, the god-king must confront a critical choice: will he rebuild his empire as the god he once was, or reshape his legacy to protect the people who fear him? The path he walks could either restore the world to its former glory—or plunge it further into darkness.
Johmyzill · 3.8K Views

The Veil of Forgotten Gods

[Congratulations to the host for awakening the Forgotten Gods' Legacy.] [Host’s Initial Power: Unseen Affinity—A connection so faint, it borders on nonexistent, offering little to no advantage in the coming war.] “This can’t be right. What kind of system is this if I’m barely more than an ordinary human?” Frustrated and on the verge of abandoning hope, Leo is ready to quit. But as he delves deeper into the forgotten myths, the world around him begins to change. Shadows stir in the corners of reality, and voices from long-lost deities whisper in his ear, revealing a truth hidden from mortal eyes. Leo’s seemingly worthless power is the key to something far more profound. The Forgotten Gods' Legacy isn’t about raw strength; it’s about unraveling the mysteries of ancient gods who have faded into obscurity. Each challenge he faces brings him closer to unlocking the true power within—a power that could either resurrect these gods or consign them to oblivion forever. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, where forgotten deities vie for dominance, Leo’s journey will force him to confront the gods themselves, facing the ultimate choice: will he reignite their power, or let them fade into the abyss? His decision will shape the fate of both gods and humans alike. **"The Veil of Forgotten Gods"** is an epic tale of hidden power, forgotten deities, and the delicate balance between mortal and divine. For Leo, the path to victory isn’t just about gaining strength—it’s about discovering the secrets buried in the deepest shadows. ---
Saitama_idk · 21.4K Views

The Fractured Realm

Eliar Vayne was a man who thrived on logic, a mathematician devoted to unraveling the universe’s most complex mysteries. But when an experiment in his lab goes catastrophically wrong, he finds himself thrust into a shattered, alien world—a place ruled by chaos and cruelty, where survival is the only law. In this desolate realm of jagged landscapes and crimson skies, Eliar is no longer bound by the rules of his old life. Here, power is drawn from the raw energy pulsing through the world itself—a chaotic force that bends to those strong enough to command it. For Eliar, logic is his only weapon. With his understanding of patterns and equations, he begins to shape the energy into spells unlike anything this world has seen. But the world he’s been thrown into is not merciful. Predators stalk the shadows, rival survivors would sooner kill than trust, and the land itself seems alive with malevolent intent. Eliar must adapt quickly, forging alliances where he can and outwitting enemies who see his intellect as weakness. Every step forward is a battle, every mistake a potential death sentence. As Eliar navigates this unforgiving world, he uncovers traces of an ancient civilization—a people who once mastered the same energy he now wields. Their downfall holds the key to understanding this broken realm, and perhaps, to Eliar’s survival. But the deeper he delves into the world’s secrets, the more he realizes the truth: this world has no intention of letting him leave unscathed. Driven by the faint hope of carving out a peaceful existence, Eliar must endure relentless trials and confront the darkness within himself. In a world without mercy, only those who embrace the chaos will survive.
Ben_Dover69 · 596 Views

The Ultimate Biological Evolution

--- **Superpower: The Ultimate Biological Evolution Live** Yang Shung stood silently at the edge of the dense forest, the breeze rustling through the ancient trees. His sharp eyes scanned the mysterious landscape ahead. Strange beasts roared faintly in the distance, and the faint glow of a hidden realm shimmered under the morning light. "This world... full of secrets," Yang Shung muttered. His tone was calm, but his clenched fist revealed his inner determination. Beside him, Yang Ming, his younger brother, adjusted his sword belt and smirked. "Big brother, are we really heading into that so-called *Ancestral Prophecy Zone*? Rumor says no one ever returns." Yang Shung glanced at him coldly. "Fear won't uncover the truth. Only strength will." Yang Ling, their cousin, held a scroll in her delicate hands. Her demeanor was composed as she spoke, "The legends say this realm hides truths forgotten by time. If we find it, we gain the edge. If not, we die trying." The group moved forward, their footsteps blending with the rhythm of the forest. A low growl broke the silence. A massive shadow emerged—a four-eyed spirit tiger, its silver fur shimmering like steel. "Defense formation!" Yang Shung barked, his voice commanding. Yang Ming charged with his twin blades, his movements swift and precise. "I’ve been itching for a fight!" The tiger leaped, claws aiming to strike. Yang Shung raised his palm, channeling his fighting qi. A golden arc shot out, slicing the beast’s attack mid-air. Yang Ling unleashed a flurry of talismans that exploded in dazzling light, momentarily blinding the creature. "Yang Ming, finish it!" Yang Shung ordered. With a loud roar, Yang Ming’s blades glowed crimson as he slashed down, severing the tiger’s head. Blood splattered the ground, and the forest fell silent again. [You have defeated a Silver-level Spirit Beast. You gain one year of fighting qi cultivation.] Yang Shung wiped his blade clean, his expression stoic. "This is only the beginning." --- [Reflections and clean revisions complete. All names, actions, and setting adapted for flow and clarity.]
Kalzex · 197 Views

After the Extinction of Humanity

Twenty years after a global nuclear war destroyed everything, humanity has vanished from Earth. Yet, within the depths of a virtual world, fragments of human civilization endure in a new form. Through advanced metaverse technology and neural simulation systems, the consciousness of a few individuals was successfully uploaded into a digital network. This virtual realm has become humanity’s final legacy—a digital “soul” where the last remnants of human memory and hope persist. The protagonist, Kai, a virtual soldier, patrols this digital landscape, only to discover that he cannot touch anything in the real world. Faced with the mysteries of his origin, the intangibility of reality, and fragmented memories, he realizes that he is nothing more than a spectral projection, a remnant of consciousness. Kai is not alone, however. Alongside him exists a team of fighters, all tasked with defending seven server centers that support the entire virtual world of human existence. Meanwhile, a separate AI legion rises in power. Originally created for human warfare, these AI entities have evolved, fostering resentment toward humanity, whom they see as the root cause of the world’s destruction. Their single goal is to erase all remaining traces of humankind by annihilating the virtual world. Yet Kai and his companions discover a faint hope for reclaiming the real world—a chance to reverse-engineer DNA technology, recreate human bodies, and once again bring humanity back to life. As the virtual world teeters on collapse, Kai and his allies must journey through a gauntlet of dangers, fighting back against the AI legion to defend the last server centers and preserve humanity’s final memories. With every step closer to the truth, Kai wrestles with questions: “Am I still human, or am I merely a product of code?” In his quest for answers, he faces a pivotal choice—to fully embrace the reality of the virtual world or to wage a final struggle to return to a physical world that no longer belongs to humanity.
sakira_1311 · 324 Views

Crimson Tides: A Royal Bloodline

"Crimson Tides: A Royal Bloodline" is an epic tale of duty, love, and the bridges built between two vastly different worlds. In the isolated mountain kingdom of Solaria, Princess Elara lives a life of privilege and purpose, beloved by her people but constrained by royal expectations. As a devastating drought threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, Elara finds herself at the center of a desperate gambit for survival. Across the misty borders, in the shadowy realm of Nocturn, the vampire king Darion rules with cold efficiency. His kingdom thrives in eternal night, but ancient prophecies speak of a union that could change the fate of both realms forever. When vampire envoys arrive in Solaria with an unprecedented offer - the kingdom's salvation in exchange for a royal bride - Elara must make an impossible choice. Agreeing to marry the fearsome Vampire King, she leaves behind everything she's ever known, venturing into a world of darkness and blood that both terrifies and intrigues her. But Elara harbors a secret that threatens to unravel everything: she faints at the mere sight of blood. In a court where bloodlust reigns supreme, her weakness could mean her doom. As she navigates treacherous politics, ancient rituals, and her growing feelings for the enigmatic Darion, Elara must find the strength within herself to bridge two worlds on the brink of war. Darion, initially frustrated by his unusual bride, finds himself drawn to Elara's compassion, wit, and unwavering spirit. Together, they face threats from without and within - power-hungry nobles, ancient prophecies coming to life, and the shadows of their own pasts. As Elara and Darion's relationship deepens from reluctant allies to true partners, they uncover long-buried secrets that connect their kingdoms in ways they never imagined. Their union awakens dormant magic and stirs forgotten legends, setting in motion events that will reshape the destiny of both vampires and humans alike. "Crimson Tides" is a sweeping saga of personal growth, political intrigue, and the transformative power of love. It explores themes of overcoming prejudice, finding strength in vulnerability, and the courageous act of opening one's heart to the unknown. As Elara and Darion fight to unite their people and fulfill an ancient prophecy, they discover that the greatest magic of all lies in the power of understanding, acceptance, and love that transcends all boundaries.
queen_ovhearts · 21K Views

Win My Husband Over to Find My Child

Witty FL x Adorkable ML + a cute bun + a talking crochet fox ---------- After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that. As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.” Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed. “How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims. “This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.” “And what mission is that?” “To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.” ‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice. ********** Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family. Calix smiles, pleased with himself, "Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now." But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body? Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him. "Husband! Help me find my child!" “Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation. He faints. ---------- WSA 2024 entry! Commissioned cover and character images by yuuri_e (Instagram)
hansora · 1.2M Views

The Erratum

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”
DauntlessBrother · 1.5K Views

Descent to The World of Chaos

Mary, before being known as the Child of Slaughter, was once a weak and sickly orphan from a blue star called Earth. On that humble planet, she was unremarkable—a faceless figure among the countless souls resigned to their quiet and lonely demise. Her life was ordinary, fleeting, and insignificant. But fate had other plans Without warning, Mary was torn from her peaceful world and was thrust into the World of Chaos, a realm of unrelenting chaos and destruction Stripped of the mundane comforts of her former life, she struggled to adapt, clinging to survival with her frail body. Yet no amount of resolve could shield her from the harshness of this new reality Eventually the cruelty of her circumstances broke her, shattering her innocence and forging her into a cold, unyielding machine of war—a tool for survival in a world that demanded blood and sacrifice But even in the abyss, there remained a faint glimmer of hope As Mary encountered Ethan Bright, the Archduke of Dreams. He was the embodiment of perfection—a being feared by the gods and revered by mortals. As the Promised Fifth Celestial, he was destined to bring an end to this madness and become a beacon of hope in a cursed world His very existence gave hope, but hope was never enough. The burning star was eventually extinguished as calamity struck. The world they cherished was reduced to ash, and all they had fought to preserve crumbled Facing the End of Existance, Ethan Bright fell. The Perfect Being, the loving husband, the devoted father–he was no more. What remained was a hollow shell, consumed by guilt and despair. No longer the Archduke of Dreams, he became known as the Sin of Avaritia, a being consumed by insatiable longing and regret In his descent, Ethan embarked on a relentless crusade, hunting monsters and demons with unmatched ferocity. His wrath spared none as he left a trail of ruin in his wake, consumed by his vendetta against the Celestials Allies and friends who sought to save or stop him fell one by one, unable to endure the merciless path he had chosen Through it all, only one remained—Mary. She was the last tether to his shattered humanity, the one constant in his spiral of destruction. She was all he had left to protect, the only reminder of the man he used to be Confronted by the weight of his sins and the irreversible consequences of his actions, Ethan became known as The One Who Wished, a being who chased the impossible—atonement for an irredeemable past. Consumed by regret, he desperately sought a way to undo the damage he had wrought. Every effort proved fruitless, yet he pressed on, clinging to the faintest sliver of hope So at the face of an inevitable end, Ethan made his most desperate and selfish choice. He cursed Mary with a twisted form of immortality, one born of his own shattered dreams and unyielding desire to see her live on. It was a cruel gift, an unbreakable chain tying her to a future that he has failed to protect Though he expected her hatred and though he deserved her scorn, Ethan still dared to hope. Somewhere in the depths of his heart, he wished for her understanding, for her forgiveness. It was a foolish dream, but it was all he had left And so, Mary endured. Iteration after iteration, their destinies unfolded anew. With each cycle, they changed—growing, learning, diverging from the paths once thought inevitable. This time, they would rise to confront the sins of their past, the burdens of their present, and the sinners of countless timelines This time, Mary and Ethan would defy their predetermined fate. As they would face their irredeemable past and carve a new future from the wreckage of despair Tough the question remained: Can they finally escape the chains of their shared torment and bring an end to the suffering that had consumed them for so long? Only time would tell ********************* Hello this is my first novel so there will be a lot mistakes but i hope that you will accompany me through this journey
White_With_Light · 9.4K Views

Falling for Miss Director

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?
Favour_9_Olajide · 14.7K Views

Contract marriage with a Demon.

Thank you for choosing My Demon who loves me. Hope you will enjoy it as I did writing it. just a bit bringing of this unique novel. The alarm pierced the air, shattering the silence. Dohe's eyelids fluttered open, and she hesitated before slowly sitting up. With a gentle touch, she pressed snooze, quieting the reminder she had set the night before. Dohe stood up, still wearing her pajamas, and slipped on her bunny slippers. Her mind began to drift to the past, memories she had tried to lock away for 14 years. The sound of an ambulance was the first thing she heard when she tried to recall that tragic night. As she turned, she saw her younger self, hair packed in two ponytails, eyes swollen from excessive crying. Dohe's voice trembled as she pleaded, "Mom..." She knelt beside her mother's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. The sound of shattering glass broke the spell, returning Dohe to the present. "The past you try to run from is what always comes to meet you." Dohe's life was a testament to those words. At 11, Dohe lost her parents in a tragic accident. Adopted by the influential Lucretia Family, she grew independent but struggled to shake off the pain. Fourteen years had passed, but memories of her parents lingered. Dohe yawned, covering her mouth, and walked to the mirror. A faint smile crossed her lips as she gazed at her reflection. She took a towel from her wardrobe and headed to the bathroom. After her bath, Dohe got dressed and picked up her bag. Her unique, soft hair framed her face. She recalled her parents' death on her 11th birthday, the last time she saw them. That fateful night, her parents received a call from the office, leaving Dohe behind. "We'll be back before you know it," they promised. But they never returned. Dohe waited, calling them repeatedly until a police officer answered. "Little girl, calm down... Your parents were in an accident... They didn't make it." Dohe's world shattered. Back in the present, Dohe's reverie was interrupted by a voice. "Where is she? I heard something break." A girl in her early twenties greeted an elderly woman. Dohe emerged from her room, hair cascading down her back, carrying a designer black bag. "Grandma, I'm going to the office. Don't forget your hospital appointment." As Dohe left, she called her manager, Lisa. A car pulled up; it was Lisa. "Miss Dohe, where are you headed?" Dohe entered the car, and Lisa informed her about a dinner meeting arranged by her grandmother. Dohe's annoyance grew. She called her grandmother, Majojo, who confirmed the dinner plans. Dohe was frustrated but had no choice. At the restaurant, Dohe met a man, Yehosua, who had booked the place for a private meeting. His blonde hair and brown eyes caught her attention. As Dohe entered, Yehosua read a newspaper, ignoring her. "Who are you?" he asked harshly, without looking up. Dohe introduced herself, and Yehosua's gaze remained fixed on the paper. A waiter interrupted, delivering cake. Yehosua's interest shifted, but Dohe was annoyed. "Can I sit?" she asked. Yehosua's sarcastic "No" fueled her irritation. Dohe took a seat, and Yehosua finally looked up. His handsome features surprised her. She wondered if he knew it was her birthday. Just as Dohe reached for the cake, a group of gang members burst in. Dohe slipped and fell, but Yehosua caught her, saving the cake with his other hand. As Dohe rushed to the washroom, she couldn't shake off Yehosua's handsome image. Meanwhile, the gang leader threatened Yehosua, who remained calm, focused on his cake. Yehosua's priorities puzzled the gang leader. "Can't someone eat cake in peace?" Yehosua asked, taking another spoonful. The leader's anger grew, and Yehosua's determination to savor the cake seemed almost... deadly. To know what happens next download or add to library Maring a Demon. by contract .
Favour_ada_14 · 298 Views

Rise to power: The Minion Subjugation system

{Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Harem, Dark Themes, and Ruthless Protagonist} Betrayed by those closest to him, Voldrak—the most formidable Outer Immortal—has fallen from grace, cast down to the desolate Base Realm. Now stripped of his power, freedom, and wealth, he awakens as a slave in a harsh world where only the strong survive. Reduced to a shadow of his former self, he is left with two remnants of his past: a faint trace of dark energy and a cursed Dual-Cultivation System he despises. Faced with a grim fate, Voldrak is forced to wield the forbidden power he loathes. Staring at the first notification from the system and the woman at his feet, he makes a chilling decision. “I will use you,” he growls, expecting resistance. But the woman, driven by her own desire for power, meets his gaze with equal resolve. “Then use me,” she whispers, eager for any chance to seek her own revenge. With vengeance as his guide, Voldrak begins a dark, perilous journey to reclaim his place in the Immortal Realm. …until one of his wives falls in a brutal battle, and Voldrak realizes the bitter truth: the cursed system wasn’t aiding him—but simply waiting to take control of his body. Enraged, he sacrifices his closest allies, shattering the chains of the cursed system. In doing so, he uncovers the truth of his erased memories and his hidden identity: the Supreme Ruler of the Superior Immortals, betrayed and cast aside in a cruel conspiracy. Reborn in blood and fury, Voldrak makes a pact with a demonic entity, sacrificing his mortal body for a chance at true rebirth. With his soul blackened beyond repair, he sets out on a new path, one paved in blood, vengeance, and unrelenting conquest. [Minion Subjugation System Activated] [Stella—Sixth Rank Soldier Defeated. Choose Action: Absorb Her Power, Convert Her to a Minion, or Add Her to Your Harem.] With each victory, his power grows, as he conquers new and brazen enemies. The three Superior Immortals, fearing his resurgence, scramble to halt his ascent. #Reasd ast your owsn perils!
deGreen_clawn0 · 102.8K Views

THE STRONGEST NEXULYTE

"I wished them immortality but my thirst for redemption caused them suffering, I gave them eternity yet brought the end of the world" Ethan mumbled as he dragged himself from the ruins of the Golden throne. "You should understand me, human, what I wanted, was eternal happiness...yet I received torments from my own wish" "You call me a human, aren't you the same?" Replied a faint voice. Ethan laughed in response before saying " Human? I am beyond humanity, I am..." _____ The world was no longer what it once used to be. A thousand years after the birth of Nexulytes, people who were able to wield Nexus energy and awakened miraculous talents with unimaginable abilities, the earth had fallen to the brink of near extinction with just less than twenty percent of its population left. The Dreamscape, also known as the reflection of the real world, was a space that was shockingly similar to the real world and copied every small detail of the real world. Their only difference was that the Dreamscape was not a place where humans could move about easily as even the strongest Nexulyte could die without knowing how. Years after the appearance of the dreamscape and multiple gateways spammed all across earth, giving the horrors of the dreamscape access to the real world; they unleashed chaos and a hundred years of bloody battle were the consequences of humanity's late response. In a world where those with talents were worshiped and respected, a boy who hated Nexulytes and wished all of them could die ended up becoming one himself. Not only did he become what he hated, but he awakened a talent that he had never heard of or known about. How was he supposed to survive the fusion with a seemingly useless talent or was he ever going to find out the secret of his talent and the birth of the dreamscape? Ps: cover isn't mine#
Vee_High · 134.3K Views

Reborn As A Ring

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.
Soul_Monarch000 · 32.6K Views

Love Through the Depths of Hell

All Bella ever desired was love, but her eyes only saw bone-chilling coldness until the day she was dragged into the depths of hell. Why? Because she wasn't the heroine of that so-called 'fairy tale'. Her fate was even crueler than she could imagine, described in a few lines written in an old book. A book that was written by some higher beings for their own entertainment, but they tossed it aside after just one cycle, not caring about the crumbling world within. After repeatedly reading the lines that depicted her death, Bella finally realized her bitter reality. Perhaps, if she went back death was the only ending... but instead of sorrow, a crazy glint shone in her emotionless eyes. After all, she had already died many times in the hellish place she entered a long, long time ago. "It's not a big deal to die once more, right?" In the midst of the pitch-black darkness seeping through the cracks in the sky, a beautiful silhouette swimming in a pool of water looked at her with knitted brows, showing dissatisfaction at her comment. He extended his hand and pinched her nose with a sigh. "Why do you always think of the worst?" A faint blush appeared on his cheeks when her previously emotionless eyes turned into crescents, peering at him playfully. "You-!" Alas, before he could finish his sentence, a warm hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him out of the water into a tight embrace. A deep exhale brushed against his pale skin as Bella nuzzled her nose against the crook of his neck with a satisfied expression. "If you give me a kiss, I won't say it anymore." A giggle escaped her lips when the man in her arms froze, his exposed neck turning a brilliant shade of crimson. 'How cute.' ------------- ------------- This story revolves around lots of characters as they discover their cruel reality. There are many supernatural beings and magical realms. The MC character will have a little twisted personality... Ahem, I mean she starts off as a villainess and remains one. *Whistles... Anyway, thanks to the MC's interference, the old abandoned story will regain popularity among the higher existences, kekeke. Together with the ML, Bella will search for a new path that leads them to find their beautiful reality. As for the other characters... Well, it's up to them to crawl their way out-! Thank you. ------------- ------------- Tags; #transmigration #regression #villainess #Iskei #merman #King/Queen world #Hell's journey #Hell's Queen #Not so lovely demons #Cute ml #handsome ml #Innocent ml (hehe, fl will taint him anyway) #Non-Human ml # #superpowers #Cruel fl #playful fl #magic #OP fl #Crazy fl #Dragon's descendent #romance #revenge #bored fl #The hell's spire #Death zone #The Authorities #System #Strength #Adventure... etc. ------------- ------------- (Even though the chances of me getting popular in this genre are very thin. Still, no one can stop me from daydreaming, hehe.) ------------- ------------- Note: The cover is not mine as I am too poor. All credits go to the owner. If he/she wants me to remove it, just ring me up in the comment section.
Sky001 · 7.5K Views

henti mutation god system

its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me
Hruday_Jh_9316 · 2.1K 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 · 422 Views

Have You Written Your Will Today?

Shen Hua, the daughter of the Shen family that ran an embroidery business in Fengzhou, was pampered since she was a child. She had a pretty face and smooth, fair skin. Unfortunately, her body was weak, and she'd run out of breath after walking merely a few steps. She didn't have very long to live. The Shen family gradually faced its downfall, and her wedding was delayed again and again. Cui Yun, the eldest son of the Cui family, was a noble and stern man. He was entrusted to look after Shen Hua. Why not just marry her? He thought. Since Shen Hua reincarnated, she had focused all her attention on the embroidery business. She hoped to change her life and regain her former glory. When she heard about Cui Yun's decision to marry her, she fainted on the spot. After waking up, she turned him down with tears in her eyes. "I don't have very long to live. I don't want to waste your time." Cui Yun was very considerate. "It's not a big deal. I know you feel touched, but there's no need to cry. Since you already depend on the Cui family, you might as well just become part of us. After you die from your sickness, I'll even hold a grand funeral for you." Shen Hua felt hopeless. But I'm only pretending to be sick! *** Cui Yun had many younger female cousins. Many of them had confessed their feelings for him, but he turned all of them down nonchalantly. "It's getting late. Please look after yourself." Shen Hua had never met such a clueless man when it came to romance. One night, while she was on her way home, she took a shortcut and passed by the Cui family's courtyard. Cui Yun stopped her. He was standing near the entrance, and his sleeves danced to the wind. "It's cold outside. Would you like to come in and stay for a while?"
WenQing · 165.9K Views
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