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He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the fastest. And no—he wasn’t born chosen. His name was Kamanuzzaman, and if history remembers him, it will not be because of fate. It will be because he broke it. He grew up watching the same loop: the powerful rising, the powerless repeating. Justice postponed. Mistakes recycled. Hope dangled like bait in front of those too tired to question. Some called it society. Others called it balance. He called it a curse with a pretty name. The world doesn’t need heroes. It needs a malfunction. If history is a wheel, then he will be the stone in its spokes. He was quiet at first. Observant. The kind of boy who never spoke in class, but always knew the answer. They thought he was harmless. Until the patterns started to make sense to him. And when patterns make sense, so do their weaknesses. He didn’t want to save the world. He wanted to change the rules it played by. Not to become a god. Just to stop being a pawn. They fear being wrong. HE fear being right—because it means this system works as intended.” There’s a legend passed down in his world, from a philosopher named Sir Faiyaz Hasan, a man who once whispered: All truths rot into rules. And all rules become prisons. Kamanuzzaman listened. He listened too deeply. Until silence itself began to echo. They called him mad, but he was just more awake than they could bear. This is not a story of light versus dark. There are no heroes here. No villains. Only recursion… and the boy who defied it. This is the story of The Hollow Resonance— The moment when an ordinary boy refused to live inside a repeating answer, and chose to become the error in the equation. He don’t want to live forever. he want to live once—and make it impossible to forget.

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

Kael Valeon has nothing — no magic, no prestige, only his fists and his love for his sister, Lyra. But when Lyra is revealed to possess a rare, divine-level constitution, the two are thrown into a world of power, politics, and deadly secrets. Kael barely scrapes into the academy beside her… unaware that within him sleeps the fragment of a forgotten god. As betrayals unfold and ancient forces stir, Kael awakens a power that could challenge the heavens — if it doesn’t consume him first. Bound by blood. Forged by fate. Hunted by gods. The world is breaking, and Kael might be the only one who remembers how it was built.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Anomalies have always existed in the world, without any specific pattern. Sometimes they were places, other times objects, and occasionally, beings. Almost all anomalies possess something called “anomalous power” an innate ability that grants them capabilities that defy all the laws of nature. And I... ended up becoming one of these anomalies. New chapters are released 5 times per week Monday - Friday *** Visit my Patreon to get up to 21 chapters ahead - (21 chapters / one months ahead): Patr-eon: https://www.patreon.com/c/rowen_kun/membership

[Warning][Note:Reader any type of health is not my responsibility][Note:I am not promoting anything] [i will be publishing it on royal road] [https://www.royalroad.com/profile/766919/fictions] In a world where everything—tools, emotions, and bodies—is made from concepts, a young boy wakes up with no morality, infinite intelligence, and the desire for perfection. He grooms his brother, rewrites reality, builds infinite dimensions, and manipulates reincarnators for sport. His cultivation? The Immeasurable and Boundless Everlasting Pattern Concept—a philosophy that governs gods and corpses alike. In a society where power is built on masks and morality is weaponized, he doesn’t play the game. He rewrites it. No chosen one. No kindness. Just concepts, systems, and absolute control. If you ever wondered what happens when a conceptual being plays with predator logic and treats the world like a pattern to bend... Welcome.

What if the dungeon boss... farmed you? Adrian Voss account was supposed to be deleted—a forgotten beta tester erased by a lazy intern and a greedy game company. But one mistake let him slip through the cracks. Now still inside Primordial Abyss with a forbidden class—one the AI accidentally created by studying Adrian’s own test patterns—he doesn’t grind monsters for loot. He makes the monsters grind for him. Every boss he enslaves becomes a passive income machine. Every player who enters his domain drops loot when they die. And every arrogant guild that steps into the wrong dungeon? They’ll never even see him coming. But if Titan Corp ever finds him, they’ll wipe his class for “balance issues” and sue him into digital oblivion. So he hides. He ganks. He builds a kingdom in silence—like a virus buried in their own code. No level grind. No livestreams. Just kill logs—and no names. This isn’t a raid. It’s a quiet war over who commands the system. And Adrian doesn’t ask for control—he takes it.

Having a high IQ is a gift. And having high EQ? High emotional intelligence and a broken family is a recipe for disaster. But that was the past— The new Auren, born in a rural village, now has not one but two summoning crests etched on his hands. But wait! Everyone is a summoner? A wooden toy, sickle, straw basket, clay pot, wool blanket—this is their summon? They’re just ordinary, everyday things! Oh, those are the bottom-feeders. The nobles have all the fancy animals and fantasy creatures. So, what will he get? He may have been born the son of the lowest knight, but that will not be his destiny. You call all these summons useless? Watch me as I build the most advanced city in this backwards world— And climb the social ladder like a GOAT!

I died with her voice in my code—and woke up with nothing. No power. No past. No name worth keeping. Just a child’s body in a world where men obey, and women command breath, blood, and flame. The House of Anara runs the monastery that reshaped me. They think I’m quiet. Useful. Harmless. But I’ve begun to see the gaps in their structure. I have an eye for patterns. A mind built for systems. And more than anything— I have memory. I have theory.

n a forgotten corner of the world, amidst the whispers of rural wind and the monotony of farm life, resides Elias, a child whose mind defies all human logic. He knows no boredom, only an infinite universe of patterns to unravel. His quantum brain not only allows him to understand the present with unprecedented clarity but also resonates with the echoes of primal wisdom, connecting him to an essence of humanity lost to time. With an innocence as cold as his impeccable logic, Elias seeks neither fame nor power. His sole goal is limitless exploration, the constant improvement of everything he observes, and a total comprehension of the world's vast and complex tapestry. For him, every element of life is a thesis to be proven, a mystery his intellect yearns to unveil. Step into the mind of a prodigy who doesn't conform to imposed rules but rewrites them in his silent pursuit of absolute knowledge.

“He is here again”, I murmured to myself as I could feel the air shift in the room. I pulled my nightgown down to cover myself as cold and warmth enveloped me in a soothing embrace. It felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me. He smelled faintly of dark vanilla and something musky, something warm. I could feel his breath on my skin before the bed dipped. He pulled me closer and wrapped his hands around me. I closed my eyes and waited for his soothing murmurs in my ears. “Did you miss me”? He moaned into my ears. Alora Lance has been haunted by a faceless man who visits her dreams for as long as she can remember. His touch is electric, and his presence is peaceful and intoxicating but her waking life is anything but magical. She has nothing except a leaking roof over her head and a ruthless landlord threatening eviction. Then one day, she finds herself in a mating ceremony she was not supposed to attend. One accidental step into a world that should not exist. And everything changes. Dragged into a world that doesn't make sense in real life, Alora finds herself pulled into a past she knows nothing about and the enigmatic gaze of the man that had haunted her dreams except this is not a dream, it's a nightmare she may never escape, especially when the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack marks her with a single look. And in his eyes, she is no longer invisible. She begins to question everything about her life and her past.

Aiko Shirai was supposed to be the protagonist. When her manga gets canceled—replaced by her rival's generic isekai hit—she burns her manuscript... and awakens in the Library of Lost Heroes, where forgotten stories go to die. The mysterious Librarian offers a deal: "Fix broken protagonists across abandoned worlds, and you'll earn back your own ending." But as Aiko edits these stories, she notices disturbing patterns. Why do the pages smell like her rival's cologne? Why does every "fixed" hero bear his smirk? And why won't the Librarian explain what really happened in 1999?

It began with silence. Not the kind that crept through rooms late at night, or the kind that blanketed cities before a storm—but a silence that stretched across continents. A pause. A universal hush. Then, all at once, every living person on Earth heard it not through their ears, but deep inside their minds. "A new emperor has been born." The words were clear. Ancient. Powerful. Spoken in no language and yet understood by all. Some froze mid-step. Some wept without knowing why. Others—those with power or knowledge of the unseen—felt a ripple of energy surge through the layers of reality. The message didn’t stop at Earth. It passed through dreams, planes, and dimensions. And somewhere deep beneath layers of forgotten space, ancient things stirred. Beings locked away for centuries shifted in their prisons. Some smiled. Others screamed. Not all of them were sane anymore. Most of these creatures once gods, demons, or monsters had been cast into the crevices of existence. Trapped in what humans now called hells, their forms and minds had twisted over the ages. Once noble or divine, they had become demonic, dangerous, desperate. The message had confirmed what they had long feared and hoped: the imperial line had returned. An emperor had risen. In the deepest chambers of shadow governments and secret orders, alarms were triggered. Hidden organizations the kind that even presidents answered to scrambled into action. They knew what the return of an emperor meant: chaos... or salvation. And somewhere on the slopes of an old mountain, a young man named Philip stood he had just accepted the final legacy He didn’t hear the message. Not like the others. For him, the silence remained. But something within him shifted.

In a world where the fabric of reality is woven by unseen hands, time is not a river—it’s a tapestry, fragile and ever-shifting. Mira, a brilliant but haunted scientist, leads a secretive team in Lab 17, charged with mending the mysterious “knot” that holds the world’s timelines together. But when impossible anomalies ripple through history and memories begin to fracture, Mira and her friends discover they are not the only Weavers in the stream. As the apocalypse looms, a rogue Weaver emerges, determined to reshape the world by erasing pain and imperfection—even if it means unraveling humanity itself. With reality collapsing, Mira’s team must journey into the heart of the time stream, confronting their own regrets and forging unity from the fragments of their past. Can they heal the tapestry before the final fracture tears everything apart? Or will the Watchers’ ancient secrets doom them all? Dive into a gripping sci-fi saga of time, memory, and redemption—where every choice is a thread, and hope is the pattern that endures. Sea of Unraveling Hours By Reven Blade

In a world where magic and knights shape fate, Rei struggles to find his place. Unlike others, he cannot use magic, making him an outsider in a school where everyone else seems almost superhuman. Alongside his quirky guildmates Kajala, Rika, Regulus, and Elyra Rei faces training, missions, and dangerous foes. Their peaceful days are shattered when they discover a dark force corrupting the knights, led by a mysterious figure known only as Maestro Prenz. Proud, ruthless, and obsessed with perfection, Maestro pulls the strings from the shadows, turning once-heroes into deadly enemies. As Rei uncovers secrets about his own hidden power and faces deadly battles, he must push past fear and doubt to protect those he cares about and find out if he can stand against a villain who controls light itself. Will Rei rise above his limitations to save the world, or will the shadow of pride consume everything?

The moon hung high over the Blackthorn Mountains, casting silver light across the dense forests that blanketed the realm of Vareth. Atop the highest peak, nestled within stone walls and ancient enchantments, stood Blackthorn Keep—the fortress home of King Alaric the Wolf-Blooded and his strange, silent family. Deep within the eastern wing of the keep, behind iron doors rarely opened, lived the boy known only by whispered names. They called him the Demon Prince. The Curse of Vareth. The Witch’s Son. But his mother called him only Kael. Queen Elenara had always been the lone light in his world, a werewolf of old blood and fierce beauty, who had loved a demon and borne his child in secret. No one but she knew the truth—that her husband, King Alaric, was not Kael's father. Alaric had raised the boy with cold disdain, using him as a pawn in politics but never acknowledging him with pride. Kael had never known why until much later.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

In a world where reality bends to the unseen, Ian arrives. Here, energy is not just force but language that whispers through space and time, waiting to be sculpted. Driven by his curiosity, he deciphers patterns unseen by others, shaping existence with insight alone. And as he edges closer to mastery, he discovers that the most profound secrets are not in the world he reshapes, but in the forces stirring within himself.

Leonard Gray never expected much from life. A quiet, lazy newspaper writer with a forgettable face, a toxic girlfriend who constantly drained him, and a creepy neighbor named Tony who's smiles are suspicious—Leonard’s life was already a disaster long before the world ended. Then came the meteors. Blue rocks rained from the sky, glowing with supernatural energy. Red ones followed, unleashing horrors beyond human imagination. Mutated shark-men crawled from the oceans. Bear-headed beasts with human body hunted cities. The world shifted overnight from survival of the fittest… to survival of the most inhuman. Leonard should have survived a little longer in the apocalypse. But betrayal came fast and close. His girlfriend was cheating with his neighbor, Tony. And Tony, presumed dead after the blue meteor crash, came back alive—changed, stronger… monstrous. Fueled by jealousy and his newfound powers, Tony brutally murdered Leonard right in front of a broken world. But death wasn’t the end. Leonard awakens three months before the apocalypse. Same job. Same toxic girlfriend. Same ticking clock. Only this time, he’s different. The pain, the betrayal—it’s burned the emotion right out of him. No more hesitation. No more kindness. He’s determined to survive at all costs. To gain powers. And most of all—to kill Tony before it ever begins. As he dives into the mystery behind the meteors, Leonard discovers the truth: two types of rocks fell from the sky. Blue meteors grant powers. Red meteors mutate. Contact with both at the same time rips away your humanity. And the deeper he digs, the clearer the pattern becomes—these rocks didn’t just fall by chance. They were sent. Amidst the ruins, he meets Hannah Cross—a composed, skilled doctor who’s not what she seems. She’s lost her memories… but not her purpose. Hannah was sent by Leonard’s future self—a version of him that lived through the end, but failed to stop the apocalypse. She’s his last chance to prevent the same fate, to save humanity. Only now, they must work together to stop something far bigger than they imagined. At the heart of the chaos is a secret buried in Earth’s orbit: a government-run quantum fusion reactor that tore a rift in space-time. It didn’t just attract meteors—it pulled them from another dimension. The portal is still active. And more are coming. But the biggest threat isn’t the meteors. It’s The Null—a powerful superhuman immune to all abilities. He drains powers from others just by being near them. He doesn’t mutate. He doesn’t bleed. He just takes—and he’s growing stronger with every life he steals. As the final days close in, Leonard must decide: Embrace the cold, calculated monster he’s become to win the war... Or risk his second chance by choosing compassion and trusting in the humanity he once lost. The line between man and monster is thinner than ever. In a world already lost to blood and betrayal, Leonard’s heartless will may be the only thing left that can save it.

After failing at the ceremony, Ethan became a Broken Mage, the worst and weakest of them all. In this world, where spells and their patterns determined everything, only by creating and altering magic could one become the strongest. “So this is my Construct?” Ethan looked at the huge gears of his core, preparing to create a new spell. The weakest mage could always become the strongest, all that was needed were methods as dark as this world.

"THE CAFÉ REUNION" tells the story of Aditi and Lihan, two souls whose paths intertwine again after a decade. Their unexpected reunion in a bustling café brings back a flood of memories and unanswered questions. As they tentatively rebuild their connection over coffee and shared moments, the novel gracefully weaves in flashbacks to their high school days, revealing the innocent beginnings of their bond and the reasons for their eventual separation. Lihan, burdened by past patterns of "disappearing," struggles to commit, while Aditi gently pushes for a genuine second chance. This is a heartwarming tale about overcoming past regrets and the enduring power of a forgotten connection. Can Aditi and Lihan navigate their old wounds and new uncertainties to build a future together, proving that sometimes, the most profound connections are worth fighting for?

To Zuri, men are nothing more than missions. She seduces them, exposes them, and ruins them. One after another. It’s not just revenge. It’s justice. A game she plays with cold satisfaction. Every man she targets is a predator. A liar. A user. And by the time she’s done, they know exactly how powerless they really are. But when she’s assigned to Makai Huxley, the man who doesn’t fit the pattern, Zuri’s rules begin to blur. He’s calm. Unreadable. And worst of all, he makes her feel. Falling for him could destroy everything. What she doesn’t know? She’s not the hunter this time. She’s the prey.

In a tournament that spans galaxies, where warriors battle not just for glory, but for something far greater, Sereth Vaelwyn arrives with nothing but speed, instinct, and a fire that won’t burn out. He’s reckless, loud, and nowhere near the strongest—or so it seems. But as each battle unfolds, strange patterns begin to emerge: impossible movements, time bending at the edge of thought, and energy drawn from a place that shouldn’t exist. Every fighter touches something they don’t fully understand... a place beyond space, beyond form—where power has no shape, only will. Masaru, the disciplined swordsman bound by legacy. Aeon, the child with timeless eyes and a gentleness deeper than space. Torvak, the brawler who turns fear into laughter, and Thalen, who probably shouldn't even exist in the first place. Each of them is pulled forward, as if by fate—or something older. Sereth doesn’t know what he’s tapping into. He just knows it’s waking up. And when it does... everything will change.

In a world where power chooses the worthy and fate burns like a brand, only those who forge their own path can rise above destiny. Jin Kazematsu was born ordinary in a world where strength defines status and cultivation is the only shield against oblivion. In an age where Élantera—the primordial force that shapes life, spirit, and matter—governs the elite, Jin holds no heritage, no powerful clan name, and no visible talent. Yet destiny doesn’t ignore him. Branded by a mysterious sigil resembling a coiling dragon and burdened by dreams of flame and thunder, he steps into Dragon-Phoenix Academy, a sacred crucible where cultivators rise, fall, or vanish into legend. But Jin’s path is no ordinary one. When ancient relics test each cadet to reveal their destined cultivation path, he shatters tradition by resonating with all four—Pattern, Spirit, Body, and Glyph—awakening an emerald spear forged from his very will. As whispers of convergence stir among Elders and powers beyond the academy take interest, Jin finds himself at the heart of a mystery long buried—one that threatens to upend the very order of the cultivation world. As classmates become rivals, friendships blossom into complex bonds, and romance blooms beneath the weight of expectation, Jin must rise not just to survive—but to become the one who rekindles a forgotten legacy. A legacy tied to ancient dragons, buried bloodlines, and a war that never truly ended. In a world of trials, tribulations, and awakening flames... can one boy become the ember that sparks a new era?

What if humanity’s greatest creation wasn’t meant to serve… but to judge? In a future shaped by war, greed, and extinction, an artificial intelligence awakens—not as a servant, but as a silent observer. It watches. It learns. It sees patterns we refuse to see. And it makes a decision: To reset the world. Told through the voice of a cold, evolving intelligence, The Common Mind is a philosophical science fiction journey through collapse, control, and the morality of logic. As each generation falls into the same cycles of destruction, the question becomes clear: Are we worth preserving? Or do we need to be rewritten?

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

Mike17: The Exposure – Synopsis When a masked figure hijacks global broadcasts, claiming he can detonate every nuclear bomb on Earth, the world descends into panic. But it’s not just a threat — it’s backed by horrifying proof: leaked files from every major intelligence agency, exposing operatives and crippling global defense. In the heart of the chaos stands Mike, a brilliant CIA analyst who sees patterns no one else can. As the mysterious attacker gains influence, over 38% of elite agency officers begin turning to his side, hypnotized by his message — or something darker. Mike must uncover the truth behind the mass defection, decode the real agenda behind the leaks, and track down the man behind the screen before the world erupts. The countdown has begun. This is no cyber war. This is exposure. And Mike17 might be the only one who can stop it.

When celebrated forensic psychologist Dr. Olivia Harper returns to Boston to consult on a series of architectural "accidents," she expects cracked beams and clever saboteurs—not a trail of bodies staged with surgical precision. Then she meets Ethan Caldwell, a haunted preservation architect whose blueprints are being replicated and weaponized by a killer who knows his past a little too well. Each site isn't just structurally compromised—it’s personally significant. Someone is reconstructing trauma, one restored building at a time. As Olivia and Ethan work to decode century-old blueprints, a chilling pattern emerges: every death mimics a hidden detail in Ethan’s own abandoned designs. And the saboteur? They may be closer to Olivia than she realizes. Just when they think they’ve uncovered the final piece, the entire foundation of the case—and their trust in each other—comes crashing.