Horizontal Stiffeners

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

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

“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.

Silver Moe, a lonely and poor girl, transmigrated into a novel where she hated the male lead—Ryder Cooper. Why? Because he bullied and cheated on his wife. But Silver changed everything. She became a money-minded woman and finally acknowledged her true identity—Queen SM, the youngest fashion designer in the world. When she demanded a divorce, she asked for: $200 billion A villa A luxury car But instead of agreeing, Ryder refused. He vowed to treat her like a princess—as long as she didn’t leave him. --- Inside the Cooper Mansion... Ryder knelt on one knee, holding Silver’s hands. "Silver, please… don’t leave me. I’ll do anything," he said, his voice desperate. Silver raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" Ryder nodded quickly. "Yes! I’ll give you whatever you want. Just stay with me." Silver leaned closer. "And what about Cici?" Ryder stiffened for a second, then quickly said, "I sent her to Africa. She’s gone. Now, it’s just you and me." Silver laughed. "Wow. You sent your precious mistress away just like that?" Ryder grabbed her waist. "Because you’re more important." Silver smirked. "Oh, really? Then double the $200 billion, and I’ll think about it." Ryder swallowed hard. "Fine. Anything. Just don’t leave." Silver crossed her arms, watching him suffer. "Beg a little more," she teased, enjoying his downfall.

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." After breaking up with Halcyon, Elle thought she had left him—and their twisted love—behind. To escape the pain, she poured herself into writing a novel, shaping a world where she could control every twist of fate. Five years later, just as she struggles to name her finished story, she wakes up inside it. But the world isn’t as she wrote it. The characters have taken on lives of their own. And worst of all—she’s not the heroine she designed for herself, but a doomed nobody destined to die. When she comes face to face with Halcyon, the buried hatred resurfaces—but so does fear. He’s no longer the man she once knew. He’s colder, sharper, and hell-bent on keeping her by his side this time. No matter the cost. She tries to escape, but the world itself seems determined to pull her deeper into its schemes. Whispers of betrayal, assassins lurking in the shadows, and the terrifying realization that someone else is rewriting her story from the outside. To survive, Elle makes the one choice she swore she never would. "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." ---- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

[Kill decisive + not Madonna + horizontal push + invincible + violent.] Lin Yu, an ordinary and tired young man in modern society, the pressure of life and the confusion of his heart make him drink to drown his sorrows on his birthday and get hung up on the street. However, the cogs of fate turned quietly while he was drunk. A mysterious light suddenly appeared, instantly embroiled him in an unknown space, and when he woke up, he was already in the mysterious realm of cultivation.

As the last of the mist was expelled from her lips the man holding onto her stiffened further. He could only watch on helplessly as her silver eyes that used to glower at him with disdain slowly dim. His hands quiver out of despair and helplessness. "Wang Lan Biyu, keep your eyes on me. Do not fade away yet, do you hear me? I don't permit you to die!" The woman's pale face splashed with bits of blood rose into a weak disdainful smile. "You-*gasp..still want *gasp to act better than me..in the end*cough-" His eyes redden as another splash of red covers her pale lips. "Lan Biyu..." "-Chuanli*cough my guqin from master,...you hold onto it for me...ok?" Her last sentence was a faint weak whisper before her eyes flutter close shaking his heart and rattling his mind. "Lan Biyu!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

Gu Chen has traveled to a world where everyone is changing jobs. His father was a Saint Sword Warrior and the King of Northern War; His younger brother is a Dragon Warrior Knight, a rare profession. And he, abandoned for eighteen years, suffered from poverty and extreme humility. After finally returning to the family, his father regarded him as a disgrace, his stepmother criticized and abused him, and even the servants in the family looked down on him. After severing ties with his family, he successfully transitioned to become a summoner and obtained a divine talent - Dark First Blood. Dark Bloodline: Each level can obtain a Dark Bloodline. Summoning beasts can evolve into Dark creatures by fusing Dark Bloodlines! [Bloodthirsty Bat]+[Dark Bloodline]=[Dracula] [Dream Demon]+[Dark Bloodline]=[Nightmare Lord] [Stone Statue Ghost]+[Dark Bloodline]=[Dead Skeleton Demon Statue] From then on, Gu Chen alone formed an army and led the Dark Legion to push horizontally, crushing countless geniuses. The abyss invaded, and the demon god led a foreign army to descend, easily defeated by the Dark Legion. Facing the trembling demon god, Gu Chen smiled and said, "Does the despairing Black Dragon Nidhogg know? The one who can't even defeat the God King Odin, yes, it's also a dark creature

In a world where power is claimed by bloodlines and politics, Meiying, a fierce and skilled warrior, returns home after years of hidden training to find her family gone and her homeland in ruins. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she saves Prince Cheng during a deadly ambush. Unbeknownst to her, this act binds her fate to his, revealing a powerful, untapped secret within herself—the rare ability to manipulate life force, a gift once wielded by the protectors of the throne. But as the Emperor’s desperate deal with a demon curses Cheng’s life and the empire’s stability, Meiying finds herself entangled in a battle far larger than personal revenge. With dark forces and political conspiracies threatening to destroy everything, Meiying must come to terms with her newfound powers and decide where her loyalty lies. Can Meiying, a warrior defined by strength become the key to breaking the curse and saving an empire in peril? As the prince fights for his destiny, will her path of vengeance lead to destruction—or will it be the salvation they both need? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

When Aria turned five her grandmother told her that their family has never been blessed with a mate and not having a mate doesn't mean they won't find love. When Aria turned eighteen, her desire to have a mate became stronger because her best friend whom she had a crush on found his mate and the pure joy in his eyes when he told her about the mate bond, place a emptiness in her heart. "You are special, Aria. You have the power to turn back time." That was what her grandmother told her when she claimed she was cursed and even though she was not satisfied with that answer, she never asked again. Two years later, Aria got a call from the hospital and found out that her grandmother has been poisoned and the only way for her to save her grandmother was to accept this deal made by the Alpha of the Shadow Moon pack "Marry Alpha Tristan, have him fall for you and then kill him." It was the only way to saved her grandmother so she agreed despite knowing that she was walking into a lion den, because how was she going to kill a man who despite losing both his sight and his mate, command enough power and authority to still be called a Alpha. How will Aria feel when she realized that the man she has been task to kill has been waiting for her for five lifetimes and have just two years left to live? What situation will Aria find herself that will require her to turn back time and what price will she pay for altering time itself? ----------- Excerpt Aria felt uneasy by his silence and wondered if it was the right moment to use the techniques, Hailey has taught her. Taking a deep breath, Aria stepped closer and closed her eyes as she brushed her lips against Tristan's. Tristan stiffened when he felt her lips on his and without thinking, he immediately pushed her away. Seeing the angry look on his face, Aria felt like it was all over; she was definitely going to be killed now. But Tristan expression was shadowed by more than anger. How had she gotten so close without him sensing her? And why--why was his heart racing like this?

"Before the towers fell, before everything was consumed by darkness..." Leo Astralis whispered to himself while traversing through the rubble of the ancient structure. His body bore the scars of survival, bite marks that throbbed against the coarse, blood-stiffened fabric of his clothing. "...I wonder what the world was like." After humanity failed to complete the Tower almost 700 years ago in time, it exploded, spreading monsters all over the word. Even the system, which blessed humans with power, had abandoned them. Or did it? [Run] A singular message urged Leo to escape, yet it was short lived as was he was caught like an animal in a trap. And just like an animal he lashed out until the very end, taking one of the captors to the grave with him. But as darkness closed in, the system spoke again. [One time Regression activated] [Congratulations. You've activated the Heart of the System]

En un mundo desgarrado por la batalla entre dimensiones, donde la esperanza se desvanecía y el caos reinaba, emerge un héroe destinado a desafiar las sombras del pasado y abrazar un futuro glorioso. Eon Valdrik, un joven con un legado oculto, se convierte en la última esperanza de la humanidad tras la aparición inesperada de una Dimensión del Juicio conocida como "La Cripta del Olvido". Con su ciudad, Helios, al borde de la destrucción, Eon activa su habilidad oculta, "Ascensión del Salvador", y se enfrenta al capitán traidor Varian Duskbane, marcando el comienzo de su viaje hacia la grandeza. Tras su épica victoria, Eon descubre que fuerzas aún más oscuras acechan en el horizonte. Con la advertencia de un extraño llamado Alaric, se embarca en una búsqueda de conocimiento en un antiguo templo, donde debe superar tres pruebas que lo confrontarán con sus miedos más profundos: el Corazón de la Verdad, la Sombra del Pasado y la Máscara del Destino. Cada prueba lo empujará al límite, desafiando su valía y revelando secretos que cambiarán el curso de su vida y de la humanidad. Mientras Eon lucha por dominar su poder y enfrentar las amenazas emergentes, su viaje se convierte en una odisea épica de autodescubrimiento, sacrificio y redención. A medida que las dimensiones se entrelazan y los enemigos se multiplican, Eon deberá unir a los fragmentos de su pasado y forjar alianzas inesperadas para salvar a su ciudad y a todo lo que ama. Con cada batalla, la leyenda del salvador renacerá, y el eco de su valor resonará a través de las eras, desafiando el olvido y asegurando un futuro brillante para la humanidad. En "El Salvador del Olvido", la aventura, la magia y la tragedia se entrelazan en una historia que redefine el significado del heroísmo, donde cada elección puede cambiar el destino del mundo y donde el verdadero poder reside en el corazón de quien se atreve a luchar.

Un misterioso salvador aparece en el momento más oscuro, rescatando a un grupo de niños de un cruel destino. Los lleva a una mansión imponente y aparentemente segura, perdida en un lugar donde nadie debería vivir. Sin embargo, esta tranquilidad es solo la calma antes de la tormenta. Pronto, un oscuro monolito se manifiesta en el horizonte, trayendo consigo horrores que no pertenecen a este mundo: arañas gigantes, hordas de goblins y orcos colosales. Para sobrevivir, los personajes deben adentrarse en un laberinto de desafíos, donde cada batalla no solo pone a prueba su fuerza, sino que transforma sus cuerpos y almas de formas que jamás imaginaron. Mientras los misterios del monolito y del hombre que los rescató se entrelazan, preguntas inquietantes emergen: ¿es este lugar un refugio, una trampa o un campo de pruebas? En un mundo de magia, caos y secretos, solo una cosa es segura: cada paso hacia adelante revela tanto esperanza como condena.

En un mundo fracturado por la eterna pugna entre los habitantes de Aeterra y los Obliterantes Indómitos, las razas luchan por preservar su existencia. Sin embargo, más allá del horizonte de lo conocido, emerge una amenaza insondable, antigua y devastadora. Su llegada no es silenciosa: pasos cristalinos y abrasadores anuncian su avance, mientras la sombra de su influencia altera la esencia misma del lugar. Un grupo de individuos, unidos por una frágil alianza y una misión incierta, se adentra en el abismo de lo desconocido, pero en constante exploración. En un terreno plagado de oscuridad viva y peligro palpable, deberán enfrentarse a fuerzas implacables que van más allá de la violencia física, retando sus mentes, sus principios y sus propios corazones. Entre mares embravecidos que ocultan horrores en la negrura del enjambre, y en los pasadizos sofocantes donde el aire mismo parece conspirar contra ellos, por cada paso, por cada avance, les acercará al momento de la verdad. La verdadera prueba, sin embargo, no será empuñar sus armas ni resistir el veneno del entorno, sino enfrentar las decisiones que podrían quebrar el delicado equilibrio entre el deber, la supervivencia y la humanidad. Mientras las tinieblas se ciernen y las acciones salen a la luz, el Torbellino se convierte en el símbolo de una realidad que no perdona errores. Es el principio de unos cuantos más. Esto es más que una lucha por la supervivencia. Esto es el preludio de un destino irrevocable, el primer eco del fin.

Raven's 18th birthday should have been ordinary, but it reveals a truth she never expected--- She's a hybrid wolf shifter. thrust into the world of the Briarwood Pack, she learns that an ancient prophecy links her fate to survival. With hunters on her trail and danger at every turn, Raven must navigate a web of secrets, alliances, and betrayal. Surrounded by people who hide their true intentions, Raven faces an impossible question: Who can she trust when even love could lead to her downfall? Every ally has their own agenda. Every choice comes with a price. And lurking in the shadows is a mastermind orchestrating her downfall. When betrayal cuts deeper than claws and love becomes her greatest weakness, Raven must decide: Is survival worth the cost of trusting the wrong person?

Search for books with the same title for more updates on goole play, gumroad, esty To uphold the path of compassion through slaughter, to carve the name of Asura in blood! Born as an Asura, I shall stain the heavens with iron and blood! In an era ruled by treacherous villains and a chaotic world, an iron-blooded youth rises through sheer determination. Slaying the corrupt, cutting down the wicked, wielding the might of an Asura to challenge the heavens and the wilds! With three words of slaughter, I defy the heavens; with a horizontal blade, I laugh through countless tribulations! Through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, I tread the path of the strong, stepping over bones to reach the pinnacle. After ascending to the summit, bearing the name of Asura, I repay the four seasons of your companionship with a single day of boiling blood and fervent passion.

[Processing dead body... 45%... 56%... 99.9%... ding!] [Error.] [Reprocessing dead body... soul found... ding! 2%... 5%... 59%... 67%... 99%... ding! 99.9%] [Process incomplete.] The woman had red hair that glowed like embers. Her face was strikingly fair, but her entire body appeared faintly transparent like glass under sunlight. She blinked, disoriented, as her gaze settled on a hideous, robotic bird hovering nearby. Its sharp, angular body looked mismatched, with awkwardly stiff wings and an oversized beak that glowed menacingly. It was focused on her lifeless body on the ground, shooting thin, bright laser beams across her body. Hazel stared at the bird, her figure stiffening. "What in the world..." she whispered, her voice echoing faintly. If you're confused, let me explain. Just a few minutes ago, Hazel had been driving, enjoying the breeze through her open window. That's when she noticed a tiny puppy stranded in the middle of the road, trembling and helpless. Her instincts kicked in. Without thinking twice, she swerved, steering the car sharply to avoid hitting it. The puppy was safe. But Hazel wasn't. Her car had crashed, and she died instantly. Now, Hazel had become a ghost. Her body felt strange—light and weightless, yet she could feel every movement as if she were still alive. She floated, her hair billowing as though caught in an invisible current. Then came the noise. Ding! The sound was loud, sharp, and mechanical. Hazel flinched, looking around until her eyes landed on the robotic bird. It was still scanning her dead body with its obnoxious laser beams, beeping and whirring as if annoyed at its own failures. Hazel frowned, watching it from a distance, but after what felt like the tenth scan, her curiosity got the better of her. She floated closer, hovering near the hideous creature. It twitched, almost startled by her presence, before it froze completely. Ding! [Process complete] [Congratulations, soul number XOXO, for binding with the Baby-Raising System!] Hazel blinked, her ghostly hand clutching at her chest out of habit—forgetting she had no heartbeat anymore. "The what system?" [Newbie Packet detected! Festive Season Bonus activated for Host.] Ding! [Opening gift automatically… Bonus Daddy included in every world.] She froze, her hands dropping to her sides. Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief as the robotic bird chirped happily, almost smugly. "Wait... what? Bonus Daddy?!" Hazel's transparent figure seemed to flicker with frustration. Her chest rose and fell as if she was still breathing, though no air passed through her. The bird made another cheerful ding! sound, completely ignoring her shock. "What is this? Some kind of sick prank?" Hazel muttered, pacing in her ghostly form. She glanced at her lifeless body again, then back at the bird, her mind racing. She was dead. That much was obvious. But now she was... stuck in some baby-raising system? "What the heck is going on?" Hazel hissed, throwing her hands up.

(COMPLETED) "Be mine and I'll be yours. I will be your angel and you will be my heaven." *** A forbidden love between an angel and a human! A breach of contract, an unattainable romance, but an unassailable attraction.  *** Selene died because of betrayal… She was reborn to have a second chance… And so, she had sworn to make everything right with two goals in mind: 1. getting her fiancee's love and, 2. live happily ever after. However, a hot gorgeous shameless narcissistic heavenly being ruined her plan! The angel who was supposed to help her get her man, suddenly started seducing her with his exceptional masculine charm. How can Selene resist the temptation if an angel's seduction is enough to lose her mind? *** [ Excerpts ] "Gabriel… please…" His hand started caressing Selene's cheek, even tracing her lips using his fingers as he asked her, "Please what, Selene? Tell me, what do you want me to do?" "Touch you like this?" he whispered with his sensual voice. Selene's heart raced even faster when he started caressing her skin with his warm hand. Her body stiffened further the moment his soft lips touched the sensitive part of her neck. "Or kiss you like this?" He cooed in her ear, before kissing her earlobe. Selene could only clutch her hands on his shirt as she closed her eyes. 'Gosh! Is he trying to seduce me or what? Why is he doing this?' "Gabriel," She called him again. But her voice didn't sound like she was mad or against this. He didn't stop his advances. His hand was now tracing her waist and her side. It stopped at the side of her breast. Selene gulped hard once again and almost forgot to breathe when he started nibbling and sucking on her skin. His sensual action caused Selene to let out another suppressed moan. "Gab… please… stop," Selene's words were the opposite of her action. Her grip on his shirt tightened and she unconsciously pulled him closer to her body, instead of pushing him away. He let out a husky laugh and said, "Selene, I think you are telling me... Please don't stop?" *** { Warning: This Book Features Mature Content [R-18] } Author's Other Books: His Mistress is His Ex-wife 100 Days to Seduce the Devil Moon Lovers: Bound By Blood and Revenge The Devilish Assassin meets the Angelic Detective (Completed) The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter (Ongoing)

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.

Winter is an orphaned girl who works as a barista in an old-fashioned English café called Café Guifi. She lives in a small cottage house together with her bright cat, Lady Matilda McMuffin. On a scorching summer day, a mysterious gentleman appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be Cait Sìth. The legendary “casanova,” “King of Cats,” and “the soul of England,” that everyone deemed to be an urban legend. Torn between attraction and annoyance, Winter concluded that there was more to the man than meets the eye. Finding herself trusting him more. She invites Winter to ride the Galaxy Express Railway, a one-way ticket to see the universe. **SNIPPET** “W-Where are you taking me?” Winter finally finds the courage to talk again, despite the fact that she was still sensitive to the eerie and mysterious atmosphere that surrounded them. Her skin was drenched in cold sweat, which caused the muscles throughout her body to stiffen up. “Stay. And you'll find the answer to your question.” He removed her mask—gave an oh-so-charming smile, blue eyes glistening with mischief. She ought to be screaming and crying for help right now. Nevertheless, there was something within this person, or rather this being, that had entranced her in so many ways—causing her to be anxious, frightened, and completely mystified at the same time. ** OTHER STORIES: Too Gay for You: You Give me Heart Eyes Miss Not so Typical: Consider me Humored Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH

Si bien sobrevivir a un aparatoso accidente fue una buena noticia, la vida de Paúl siguió en medio de problemas que a simple vista no tenían solución, aunque gracias a la compañía de aquellas personas que lo perdonaron, a pesar de sus errores, logra salir adelante. Es entonces cuando, tras recuperarse, los horizontes de Paúl se amplían y empieza sus nuevas aventuras mientras lucha contra los demonios de su pasado, mantiene su cordura en el presente y trata de evitar al máximo los misterios del futuro. *** Esta historia representa la segunda parte de Ser inmortal.

God(s). Angels. Demons. Monsters. They can be more real than you’d like… And more humane too… Maybe way too much… ... … In a world with supernatural races secretly living among humans, this is the story of Lúcio Arabrantes, a lad from Minas Gerais, Brazil. If you expected an unlucky, jobless protagonist… NOT HERE, FOLKS! Owner of a jewelry shop in one of the best shopping centers of Belo Horizonte, he certainly is a successful lad! Regarding his luck… WEEEEEELL… To start, our lad has a weird syndrome and a frail body (oh dear, someone could mistake his condition as a curse…), without mentioning the disappearance of his parents after an accident. Yeah, very original and nothing strange… But this isn't everything. The shop is nothing more than a facade for Lúcio's real business: the store Buriti de Ouro, specialized in artifacts, magical scrolls and talismans, seals, magic forge, formations, matrices and other magical miscellaneous; located in the Brazil Street, Latin America Zone, Heavenly Commercial District. Yes, our jeweler works in Heaven. Literally. But what is Lúcio’s cheat power? Is he the descendant of some god, dragon, spirit or devil? No, he is just a normal human with a… Not that normal job… Skills above everyone else? Despite being a magical inscriptionist and artificer, to surpass the gods and other races is complicated… Could it be the learnings of a past life? Well, Lúcio studied a lot, he works hard, but he never had an ancient great Grandmaster of a supreme sect or a primordial creation god to teach him secret techniques. For now… However, for the ruin of his peaceful lifestyle (if that's even possible in such a world) and rejoice of our readers, his “normal” life changes when a random box appears on his doorstep. Inside the box lies the first and last help left by his parents (spoiler: it won't be the last one). An artifact, the Aurum Nucleus, that could supposedly cure his weird body condition. But the artifact has a special bonus: it hosts the spirit of a… Certain woman… … … You already know that a lot of shit is gonna happen, right? Mercenaries and mobsters appearing to screw the party? Yes. Two dudes on a motorcycle trying to rob him? We are in Brazil, what did you expected? Old bully from school trying to make a fuss in the shop? Check. Aztec sect kidnap and try to offer him to a fallen Aztec god? Yep- Uhhh... The girlfriend is also kidnapped, but by a group of giants with colorful hairs and eyes living on a lost island in the Atlantic Ocean? Certainly- Hold up… Trouble with the island’s church from which the first angels (aka Celestials) and demons (Abyssals btw) come from? Of course- Wait, wait… The lost past of forgotten primordial gods, involving secrets about the origin of everything, schemes and plans of ancient entities, prophecies about the Apocalypse, wars between pantheons, clans and even different dimensions, machinations that could change the world order… Uhhhh… I think you folks got the idea… Fortunately, Lúcio has family and friends to support him in these troubles. From the cheese broas teached by his grandmother, the cheats, tricks and quirks of his family, a little help from adventurer friends, the love of his yander- cahem- protective girlfriend, and the strength of… Golden allies… This is an ordinary and chaotic story, unique and common, boring and funny, unexpected and predictable, pleasant and *censored*, and many other adjectives. So expect lots of jokes and memes (good or not, idc, my humor sense is wild), lovely or bland moments, references and mysteries, obvious or not. And as the novel’s name says, this is a story about gods and alchemy, with a certain island in the middle of the chaos… Discord server link: https://discord.gg/EjG4cBjrkJ

DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL ROMANTIC THRILLER  ......... The feeling of being trapped in closed space is terrifying however to be trapped in one's own body is a nightmare. Their consciences are both filled with remorse and shame, drowning them in misery. When an ex soldier with dark history gets accosted by the Predator in Paradise, she suppresses her weaknesses to be a survivor. Humanity Fear Remorse Principles He was a victim, escalating into an unstable parasite with an unsatiated craving for blood and pain. ~An evil is not born ~Agony molds you ~Numbs your feelings A hardcore evil is born as one suffers where redemption and retribution is all that he can desire... Some sins can be irreversible Will he lose his chance to atone for his crimes and quench his dolour? She is cynical and despises having episodes of emotional meltdown. She became familiar with the slow and overwhelming pain when there is no closure. She is his perfect match. She drives him toward insanity. Beautifully broken, both having scars staining the soul.  Pain soothes agony. ......... His pov I believe my heart has been devoid of love and affection since then. Not a single soul knew about my miserable life, the pathetic life of this lone wolf, the Ive Michaelson who brags around with his immense power and inhumane heart. The aftermath of that horrible incident was me lying on that cold floor. I dragged my butterfly knife to my wrist. I carved vertical lines which meant I'd bled faster and die faster. People who cut horizontally across the wrists in light lines never really wanted to die subconsciously. They fear death. But I knew better. I meant business. I had cut a deeper slash than last time. But I can't die yet. I grabbed my arms attempting to stop the flow. I wrapped my handkerchief around it. But it won't hurt me to try. Maybe I'll succeed if it's my lucky day. ......... Her pov No human is deemed worthy for life in his eyes. He wet his lips and tilted his head to the side like a complete psychopath, lowering his head a bit. He was gawking at me with those amber eyes turned slightly red. He smiled. Inhumane. I felt fear. Cold fear. The same nauseated feeling came back as he kept that smile while the second tear left his eye. Pain and only pain was visible in them. "That's why you are special. Now I must return this favour askim" he whispered. That craziness surfacing little by little in his smile made it hard for me to breathe. He was sick. ......... I believe in liberal and non sexist views which are portrayed in this book. The male leads can be really fucked up & intrigue characters. The female leads are equally strong and evil. Each character has his own perspective & emotional experiences which mould him into the kind of individual he is & explain the reasons for his particular behaviors. CONTENT AND/OR TRIGGER WARNING: Scenes of drug use, sexual abuse, harassment, self harm, violence & mature language which may be triggering for some readers. I don't plagiarize others otherwise it's purely coincidental.

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood, heavy enough to choke her as she clung to the shadows. She’d grown up within these walls, the stone corridors of her family’s stronghold, where she’d always been the quiet one, the unassuming Luminary, watching her kin wield their power over the wolves below with an iron fist. Tonight, the fortress shook under the force of rebellion. A war-cry echoed nearby, and she shivered, feeling the ground tremble as wolves overthrew the guards in waves, the very magic that had once bound them broken. The legends always said that the Luminaries were untouchable, but here they were—falling, one by one, as the stronghold became a grave. She ducked into an alcove, her back pressed against the cold stone, heart racing as her mind fought to make sense of the chaos. The Luminaries’ rule was absolute; they controlled everything and everyone with invisible threads of power. They were feared, revered—and yet, she knew what had been done in her family’s name. The iron discipline, the cold cruelty that had been deemed necessary, even just. But now, face to face with what that cruelty had cost, she felt a hollowness settle in her chest. A shadow appeared at the end of the hall. She stiffened, recognizing him immediately. He was the one from the old stories, the one who had somehow resisted the Luminaries’ control, a man of a bloodline immune to her family’s magic. His eyes, dark as midnight, swept the corridor before falling on her. In that moment, every instinct told her to run, but her body wouldn’t move, caught between dread and a strange sense of fate. He stopped before her, and his gaze bored into her, assessing, calculating. “So,” he said finally, voice cold. “This is where they hid the last of you.” She swallowed, lifting her chin. “I… I didn’t ask for any of this.” “Didn’t you?” His words were sharp, cutting through the chaos. “How convenient. That’s what they all say when they’re caught.” The accusation stung, but she kept her gaze steady. “Not everyone deserves to die.” His lips curled in a bitter smile. “Spoken like a true Luminary. Even now, you cling to the lies they fed you.” The weight of his anger was palpable, filling the air around them. She could feel his fury like a storm, a hatred so raw it burned her. And yet, as he glared at her, she saw a flicker of hesitation, a crack in the armor he wore so tightly. She didn’t know that, in her softness, she held a power she didn’t understand—a quiet magic, subtle but unyielding, that drew him in against his will. He closed the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm firmly. “The others will die,” he murmured, his tone edged with finality. “But you, you’re coming with me. You’re too dangerous to be left alive, but maybe you’re just valuable enough to be kept breathing.” Her heart hammered, the weight of his words settling over her as he pulled her forward, binding her fate to his, a captive of the very rebellion that had destroyed her family.

Las guerras nunca terminan, solo cambian de rostro, la aparente calma es solo el preludio de un conflicto aún más feroz. Un demonio, aún ajeno a su verdadera naturaleza, se ve obligado a enfrentar la oscuridad mientras busca respuestas. A medida que los aliados caen y los rivales muestran su verdadero rostro, las revelaciones sobre su origen amenazan con sacudir el equilibrio entre el poder y la ruina. En medio de traiciones y muerte, la verdad puede ser tanto una maldición como la clave para sobrevivir.

"Roberto, um piloto de parapente, desafia os céus e encontra mais do que aventura: descobre novos horizontes e laços inesperados ao pouso.

Leo had been living a peaceful life when, suddenly, his tranquility was shattered by his haunting past. Someone he thought he'd escaped, someone he believed was behind him for good, was now chasing him once more. This time, no matter where Leo ran or hid, the person was relentless—coming for him. ..... Leo’s skin crawled under the touch, his breath shallow as he forced himself to speak. “Stop.” The figure’s eyes flashed with something dark, something possessive. “Stop?” he repeated, his voice a low whisper, like a soft hum in Leo’s ear. “You don’t really want me to stop.” Leo’s heart pounded, his vision blurring at the edges. “I’m not—” His voice broke, and he clenched his jaw, trying to pull himself together. “I’m not the same person you knew.” The figure’s smile returned, colder now, more menacing. “Neither am I.” Before Leo could react, the figure’s hand wrapped around his wrist, gripping tightly, pulling him closer. Leo gasped, his body stiffening as he was yanked forward, their faces now inches apart. He could feel the figure’s breath on his skin, cold and unsettling, his eyes burning into him with an intensity that made Leo’s stomach twist. “What do you want from me?” Leo’s voice wavered, his chest tightening as the reality of the situation settled in. The figure’s lips curled into a smirk, his grip tightening. “I want you to remember. I want you to feel what you’ve tried to forget.” Leo’s mind raced, his thoughts scrambling for a way out. But before he could say anything, the figure’s hand slid from his wrist to the back of his neck, pulling him in sharply. Their lips collided, a hard, forceful kiss that sent a shock through Leo’s entire body. Leo’s breath hitched, his mind screaming in protest, but his body was frozen, trapped in the overwhelming force of the moment. The figure’s grip tightened, his kiss rough, claiming, as if trying to erase every part of Leo that had moved on, every part that had healed.