Air Gear Snapped

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

The new book, "The Arrogant and Cute Princess: Your Highness is so Cunning" has been published -- back then, she was innocent and naive, doing everything she could, hoping that he would notice her. Later on, in her anger and embarrassment, she snapped: "Chen Yiran, take your hands off me. Do you think I’m still that ignorant young girl?" With a devilish smile, he leaned in to seal her lips with his and whispered: "Hmm... you've long since become an innocent woman."

Max, an ordinary guy with an extraordinary love for gaming, thrives on challenges and always cranks up the difficulty to the max. When the world’s first full-immersion VR RPG, Champion’s Awakening, launched, he emptied his savings to buy the game and a budget capsule. Despite playing with subpar gear, he spent four intense years conquering the game’s hardest mode. Now, a long-awaited sequel has arrived, featuring multiplayer battles. Max’s uncle and sister surprise him with a top-tier gaming capsule, and he’s eager to pit his hard-earned skills against real opponents for the first time.

She believes in true love. He doesn’t believe in love. But what is love, really? She is the epitome of success—a star people look up to and admire. To him, however, she is merely a business transaction, a partner chosen to enhance his status. To his friends, she is just a fool in love, a pathetic figure begging for affection. Then shocking news emerges: her first true love returns, throwing him off guard. He realizes he has been nothing more than a substitute for her first love. He should be angry, but instead, he finds himself overwhelmed by emotions he can’t express or understand. Is this possessiveness, or is he finally learning to love her? She is determined to return to her first love, but inside, she is torn. Did she really treat him as just a substitute, or did she actually come to love him? What are they supposed to do when love is a question mark?

HarryAir PotterAir and the Airerers’ AirSeals is a fantasy novel that is the tale of an eleven-year-old airboy, HarryAir PotterAir, who is an avatar of the Air, who with another eleven-year-old pro-air-boy, NevilleAir LongbottomAir, who is an avatar of the Pro-Air, attend AirHogwarts AirSchool of Aircraft and Airi and Aircraftry and Airiry, and there oppose the eleven-year-old anti-air-boy, DracoAir MalfoyAir, who is an avatar of the Anti-Air, and stop him from seizing the two Airerers, and stealing the two air-seals of the two air-spheres of the Tipheret air-sephirah and Thagirion air-qlippah, and freeing the AirDark AirLord from his imprisonment in the air-spheres.

[Cover art is AI-generated, credits to webnovel] "You journal? That's silly" His laugh made my jaw tick, here we go again with people telling me the things I enjoy doing are 'Childish' or 'Silly'. I closed the book and stood up, my hair coming undone as the band snapped. Great, just great. My phone buzzed as I walked away, my name being yelled by the prick behind me. The screen read 'Eudora'. I hesitated before picking and placed it next to my ear waiting for her to speak. I wish I didn't...pick up the phone.

Kach, a Member of the Special Space Force of Cavea is tasked to take a crew of Dangerous Criminals down to Earth to explore what they had left behind 800 years before, but after an error occurs with the landing gear and he is split up from his crew, he hits the ground so hard he wakes up with amnesia... Awoken with no memory but his name, Kach is set in a new world of magical cults, God-like powers, shaman factions, and a shady government... The tide is rising, a wave has been set in motion that might open a door of which no weight can close... "What have you done, you were supposed to return the key and now you've opened a door of which no weight can close, no God can stop. The King is coming..."

Kata terakhir yang aku tulis untuknya kala itu "Sudah tugasku menjadi sembuh. Kusulam senyum, menaburkan yang pilu. Demi menjadi aman bagi yang butuh. Dengan pergantianku dengan Dia. Dia yang nyata dan Aku yang di cermin. Yang lebih pandai tersenyum, tertawa, dan meleburkan kenangan bersama tetesan air mata. Pernah ku rayu Tuhanku untuk membawamu kembali, namun itu hanya sekedar uji nyali. Selamat karena memberi perayaan patah hati tanpa kendali." Dan setelah aku menulis itu di kertas yang setengah basah karena air mataku, aku tersentak, sesak, terisak dengan kenangan yang pernah kami lewati. Catatan mimpi yang aku tulis untuk Dita hilang bersama kepergiannya yang sekaligus membawa diriku sendiri.

Synopsis: In the Asterios Empire, where noble bloodlines carry the essence of magic, a child’s destiny is unveiled at the age of five through a sacred ritual. For Khione Briston, the youngest daughter of the esteemed Briston Dukedom, this moment changes everything. Within the grand cathedral of the imperial capital, Khione awakens to the power of Time—a mystical magic unseen for centuries. The air swirls, gears and cogs shimmer into existence, and a clock with rapidly spinning hands marks the moment of her awakening. Shock and awe fill the room, as the nobles witness a rare and unparalleled affinity emerge from the youngest Briston. With the weight of her family’s legacy and a power no one can teach her to wield, Khione stands at the beginning of a journey that promises greatness but is shrouded in mystery. Khione must learn what it means to stand on her own, even as the threads of time itself twist in her hands.

Five Doors... Five Grands... Five Tides to Overcome! The Boy Admired his father, adored him, worshipped him as infallible. But even such a man was forced to kneel in the face of death. SNAP! The young boy looked at the slumped figure of his father as he was forcefully carried away. The chaotic situation caused him to be unable to process much more than the figure of his falling father. He didn't know why but the word 'SNAP' perfectly described his state of mind. He lost it. He thought it strange. The value of life. It seemed so unsurmountable in one and so pointless in another. Was this all his father amounted to? His eyes dulled. His tears dried up. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It truly was amusing. A small chuckle turned into incoherent laughter, a deep seethed despise being born in his Heart! His world... His Diagram... It was no longer. ... For Updates On Me: https://www.instagram.com/lol_i.create/ [Note: Artwork does not belong to me]

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

In a steampunk world full of steam technology, a mysterious crystal capable of granting extraordinary powers, the Aetherium Crystal. It is the reason for the battle between the secret organization Vanguard Legion and the dark cult The Shattered Star. Bayu, a runaway with a dark past as a subject of crystal experiments, finds himself with the unexpected power to turn machines into weapons and armor. With his powers, he joins the Vanguard Legion to fight the threat of the Crystal Abomination-humans modified by the power of crystals by the global enemy, the shattered star. However, behind this conflict lies a dark mystery about the origins of the Aetherium crystal and Bayu's destiny that will determine the fate of the world.

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. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” That’s when I saw him. It was the same guy…I recognized him now. Or at least, his fake identity. Liam. Only, his real name was Alex, and I knew more about him than I should’ve but he didn’t need to know that. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. “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. “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. 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 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. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head. 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 cover, Alex Bronson.” ~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 22-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 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 regrets not finishing the novel while she was still alive. She also uses her knowledge about the book to manipulate the supposed male lead of the novel into helping her get her way but little did she know that she’d end up falling for him. And now she has to pick between finding out why and how she’s been reincarnated and accepting her new life here with Alex.

When 2035 particle physicist Adrian is blasted into 1418 Bohemia by his own experiment, he carries three things: a family heirloom pocket watch engraved "Time is Blood", a bone-deep gash on his arm, and modern knowledge that could get him burned as a heretic. In this age where rusted armor clanks alongside psalms, the Hussite Reformation smolders beneath the Church's shadow. Adrian soon discovers his watch not only freezes assassins mid-strike, but bears a six-century-old warning from a spectral knight—Those who reshape history become its ash. To survive, he claims lineage from Iron Cross nobility, only to be ensnared in Lady Alena's plot to reclaim her dynasty; he teaches peasants to forge gunpowder, accidentally fueling holy madness worse than war; when he uses penicillin to save his lover in childbirth, Europe erupts with whispers of "mechanical witchcraft defiling God's design". Now twin timelines unravel—2035 scientists claw to retrieve their "lost specimen" while 1430 Ottoman cannons breach the Danube. Catholic spies infiltrate parliament, radical reformers sharpen daggers, and new glyphs materialize inside the watch: Every life saved rewrites Armageddon. This is a death gamble between gears and gospels: Where steam chariots crush papal indulgences, Where cesarean births become heresy trials, Where the man who predicted history's bloodiest war... ...just lit the fuse.

The multi-verse is collapsing, and the fabric of reality is falling apart. Only the unity of Man and Mechs can transcend the apocalypse. “First off, Screw Mars!” Ten is losing his sight. Everything has been so wrong after the god-damned earthquake. Nothing’s been good. The apocalypse, perhaps? Ten could swear these were nothing like the tell-tales of ‘the apocalypse’. And just when he thinks it can’t get any more bizarre… BOOM! MARS KIDNAPS HIM! At first, it seems he’s been dragged out of earth, and somehow, to the red planet (against his will) for one reason: to pilot the advanced Martron NP1 combat machine in order to fight against growing factions opposing Mars. But soon, Ten learns there’s far more at stake. The multi-verse itself is collapsing. Cosmic bodies are smashing into one another. CHAOS! With everything on the brink of destruction, Mars sees Ten as their wild card for victory to their planet. But survival is no guarantee. Advanced gear training is a nightmare. Brutal drills leave him battered and many times, bruised. Other recruits for the rescue of the multi-verse make him feel like a cosmic misfit. And the ultimate insult? The annoying kid, Rod Aokimoto, is there too. As tension rise, Ten discovers an even greater truth. He’s not just Mars’ gear soldier; he’s the last ANOMALY. Now, with the multi-verse on the verge of annihilation, Ten must rise above the chaos, master alien techs, and prove what it truly means to be a blessed (or cursed) human. TAGS: SCI-FI ADVENTURE | INTERGALACTIC & GALACTIC WARS | TECHS & MECHA BATTLES | HUMAN + MACHINE | COSMIC CHAOS

Alina, a once powerful queen in a vast RPG world, is trapped in a new realm after a betrayal by her husband, Ethan. Stripped of her power, gear, and even her memories, she starts again as a lowly Level 2 Farmer. With nothing but a dull broadsword, Alina is forced to survive by completing Rank F quests, including slaying the weakest monsters like a Corrupted Slime. Despite the odds stacked against her, she faces each challenge head-on, determined to reclaim her former strength and uncover the truth behind Ethan’s betrayal.

They said the healer holds the most stories of grief than of the sparks of the action, Avante Guarde could attest to that. Life after life after life, Avante Guarde had lived through and through. As an adventurer, she had been through every scenario, every play, and every grief until something snapped in her to settle down back to the old town. But when the action of the world calls her back, she decides to cultivate the future with her knowledge in a different manner. As one of the key holders to the future among the others she paced to maintain the world's forged peace. This is a work of fiction. There are no relations to any real persons, groups, events, etc. The author's art will be added upon release. Please follow the author’s social media accounts for art and updates.

water, earth, fire, air I got the story wrong here we tell the story of a young girl who, in another universe, conquered Hollywood to take revenge on a simple Disney producer

Long-distance relationships never work for her since she is the clingy sort, spoilt, and enjoys her lover's undivided attention. Additionally, she tends to be flirtatious, although her intentions have never been honest. She has a way of intriguing people and then leaving them once they develop stronger feelings for her. Since she travels a lot for her job as an air hostess, most of her past relationships find it difficult to be apart from her. That all changed when she encountered someone who was just as formidable. The most ignorant woman on earth, yet the most passionate lover. She's determined to make things work this time. Regardless of the distance, that woman belongs to her.

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The Forbidden beings born of pure darkness, known only for chaos and destruction, coming from the Void Dimension. Eve Kinhana always held suspicion about Alexander Gear, CEO of W.W.P (World Wide Protection Services). Recently, her abilities, from her unique "Ornament" powers, have detected an surge of dark energy emerging from the W.W.P HQ. As the Void energy intensifies day by day, Eve decides to investigate the ominous surge emerging from the W.W.P HQ in the city of "Legis." She doesn't embark on this journey alone, and is accompanied by her ocelot beastkin step-sister, Eliza Kinhana, and her "Knight," Vulcan Georra. Together, they walk forth, prepared to confront the escalating darkness and unreveal the secrets hidden within the walls of the headquarters.

We are currently on a hiatus till dec 25th (date is subjective to change if I finish rewriting early) Reason: Currently in the middle of rewriting from ch 1 (better quality) + getting a bit of back log ready for daily ch posts. Thank you so much for following along till now. ——————————————————————— When I fell from that bridge, I thought I was finally going to be free. I have never been more wrong. I woke up in a world shaped by forgotten gods and cursed by powers no mortal can hope to comprehend. The kingdoms here crumble under unseen hands, ancient cards that whisper in forgotten tongues, and somewhere beyond the edge of reality, a jester laughs—his voice carried on winds that no one else can hear. They say fate is a game, and we are the pieces. But the rules are hidden, and the players remain unseen. I’ve seen the signs: spirals twisting in the heart of storms, shadows that stretch when no light falls, statues with eyeless faces that watch… and remember. But there’s something more. A riddle unanswered, a truth buried in the cracks of this broken world: Who holds the reins? Who decides what lives and what dies? I wasn’t the first to stumble into their design. I wasn’t the second. I am the last. I am the end. This is the legend of the pawn who turned the strings of fate. The fable of the twenty-third curse. The legend of the puppeteer.

ON HIATUS!!! THE AUTHOR CAN'T UPDATE IT FOR NOW. All I wanted was a simple life: love, shelter, food, my hobby of motorcycling. But fate granted me wealth and power, shackling my freedom. Forced into a life of social expectations and heir training, I obeyed for my family's honor and my love for them as Honor and Pride were unshaken pillars of my family. Despite not being strict, they didn't mess around with traditions. To me, they were my heroes, pillars of kindness. Yet the very target of their kindness, the people they saved and protected, became the ones who burned them to their death. Betrayal tore them from me, shattering the good heart they cultivated in me and plunging me into darkness. Only one question left: What do I do!? Revenge!! That's what my heart shouted at me as my heart turned cold. Can I reclaim the heroism they instilled in me, or am I destined to become the villain that grew within me? __________ This novel might have slower or faster pacing in some places. The first volume focuses more on the MC's backstory. The villain's acts and deceptions will be in the second volume. Regarding romance, I haven't added a tag yet. Let's see how the story goes and whether there's a need for romance. I'm still new to writing, so please bear with me. Tell me your suggestions via comments. Thank you! Join my Discord: https://discord.com/invite/B7yZHuXAe2 (Book Cover- credit goes to Forteller)

Carn wakes up from a vivid dream where he spent a thousand years as a gargoyle, guarding a demon lord's tomb. In this dream, he possessed supernatural powers, including the ability to teleport and instantly kill anyone within range who broke eye contact with him. Heroes, saintesses, adventurers, all fell before him. When he returns to his normal life, things take a strange turn. Carn realizes he still has the gargoyle’s powers, and the world he has woken up to seems different. But adjusting to the new reality is not the real issue. Carn brings back something nobody in this world has imagined. Not only he imports his powers to this alternate Earth, but he also carries over his gargoyle instinct and his hobby. He loves snapping human necks. Whether it's ordinary humans, explorers, super soldiers, cyborgs, mutated beasts, monsters, or mysterious entities from other dimensions, Carn eagerly anticipates snapping their necks, one neck at a time... In secret, of course.

Exiled due to an internal betrayal, Gianna, a former vampire clan leader, finds refuge in Immerstad, a land untouched by vampire rule. Her precarious situation worsens when Kurtis, a betrayer from her clan, seizes power. In this vulnerable state, she's rescued by Tohpati, a wealthy businessman, who offers protection in exchange for her servitude. This deal forces Gianna to confront her pride and adapt to survive, providing a glimmer of hope for reclaiming her lost status.

The voices are not being heard as people start disappearing,but what caused this kind of outbreak to happen? Can Seraphine save the forest with her voice and save her people before it's too late? Everything starts disappearing, and the trees start to burn. People are left homeless, and many are missing, but the only one who can stop this is Seraphine. It starts off peaceful, but with a snap of a finger, things start to go bad, and no one knows what the future of fantasia will look like in the upcoming years.

"I never knew you were such a cowardly man," she began, her tone sharp and biting, her chin raised in defiance. "Too weak to break the news to me yourself. How pathetic." "It isn't like that," Ezekiel protested, stepping closer. "I have my reasons." "Reasons?" she snapped, pulling her hands away as he tried to hold them. Her glare hardened, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "My lady," he began, his voice thick with longing as his green eyes searched hers for any trace of understanding. Tentatively, he lifted a hand toward her face, only to let it fall back to his side. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me. Hear me out. This is what is expected of me—what I must do to secure my title. I—" "How is that any of my concern?" she interrupted, her voice like a whip, cold and unforgiving. "Do you expect me to be swayed by your empty words? Your honeyed excuses? I won't be moved by this pathetic display." "Can you just listen to me?" he snapped, his voice hardening in frustration. "Listen to what?" she shot back, venom dripping from her tone. "Your pathetic moaning and excuses? You've made a mockery of me, Ezekiel. You humiliated me—used me as nothing more than a bauble to decorate your arm before discarding me like trash. You are pathetic." "Eris," he growled, his once affectionate green eyes now shadowed with an eerie red. "I am still Duke Loxley, and I will not tolerate this tone from you. Know your place." She flinched at the harshness of his words but held her ground. "Sienna is a necessity," he continued, stepping closer to her. "I have to marry her to secure my title, but my affection—my care—it remains with you. I love you, Eris." The confession hung heavily in the air, but she did not falter. Instead, she took a deliberate step back, curtsying with practiced grace. "Apologies, Your Grace," she said, her voice detached and cold. "This mere human seems to have forgotten her place and overstepped. I will ensure it never happens again." "Eris..." He reached for her, desperation seeping into his voice, but she pulled away, her movements deliberate and precise. "Please excuse me. I will be taking my leave," she said, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.