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“Fire can burn away the truth, but never the chains buried in the heart.” Ten years ago, a fire consumed the House of Ashvale, taking with it a duke, his wife, and any trace of what really happened that night. In the aftermath, their eldest son, Cyrien, rose as the new duke—brilliant, beloved, and deadly loyal to the Second Prince. But behind the gleaming armor and silken words, he hides a truth inked in blood and soot. Now the Second Prince has crowned himself emperor, after slaughtering his brothers and taking Cyrien’s wife by force. The empire burns from within, and Cyrien, exiled to the war-ridden North, must decide whether to fight for the realm—or destroy it. Meanwhile, deep in the capital’s shadowed alleys, his youngest brother, Kael, and a masked stranger named Lucien, are tracing the scent of truth through smoke and silence. In a land where innocence dies quietly and loyalty is paid in fire, some truths refuse to stay buried. And somewhere above the royal tomb, a single white blossom hangs from a beam—silent witness to a world rotting from the inside out. If the truth is destined to burn... will you be the first to light the flame?

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.

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Mystery, System, Coming of Age Tags: Overpowered MC (later), Ancient Secrets, Hidden Identity, Magic Awakening, Fate, Slow Burn Power Growth, Mysterious Artifact, Dark vs Light --- Synopsis: > "The sky bled fire… and I felt it in my bones. Like the world was whispering my name." They called him Ash—a nameless orphan found in a bed of unburnt soot, wrapped in cloth that never caught flame. For sixteen years, he lived quietly in the frost-bitten village of Drelda’s Keep, shunned by the people and haunted by dreams of distant towers and a sword that sings beneath the earth. But when a burning comet shatters the ancient mountain and a forgotten sigil awakens beneath his touch, everything changes. The sky splits. The gods stir. And Ash is marked by an ancient power the world buried long ago. Hunted by kings, feared by priests, and followed by a secret voice that calls him “child of the star,” Ash is forced to leave behind the only home he’s ever known and journey into a world that wants him dead—or worse, worshipped. But there’s something inside him that even he doesn’t understand… Something old. Something bound in flame and ash. And it’s just starting to wake up. --- He doesn’t know who he is. But the world remembers. Let the embers burn. The legend begins.

In a world where magic and machines are the twin engines of empire, power is everything—and those without it are left to rot. Raden Sora is a ten-year-old street kid surviving in the soot-choked ghettos of Kadiean’s Northern Reaches. With factories belching smoke, snow turned to sludge, and the constant threat of starvation, Raden’s only hope lies in the empire’s mandatory magic assessment—a single chance to rise from filth to fortune. Alongside his best friend, the bold and reckless Jay Racker, Raden dreams of escape, of clean clothes, warm food, and maybe, just maybe, a life beyond the alleys and ash. But when the assessment reveals a dangerous potential buried deep within him, Raden is thrust into a world of ruthless training, political manipulation, and war. Recruited into the Mage Breakers—an elite force tasked with hunting rogue mages who defy imperial rule—Raden must learn to wield power without losing himself to it. Because in a land where magic serves the machine, and loyalty is bought with blood, becoming a weapon might be the only way to survive. A gritty coming-of-age fantasy filled with smoke, steel, and sorcery, Mage Breaker is the story of a boy who rose from the gutter to stand against the very system that created him.

I died like an idiot—stretching after esports tryouts when a truck flew through my fifth-story apartment window. One bright flash, one honk later, and boom—reincarnated. But not as a hero. Not as a dragon. Not even a goblin. Nope. I'm a vine. A literal, root-squirming, mana-sucking vine. Trapped inside a dead-end dungeon no one visits—except maybe broke adventurers doing license exams—I woke up with one thing: a System. One that lets me devour anything to gain skills, stats... even memories. Bug? Mine. Mole-thing? Also mine. Dungeon boss one day? Just a snack waiting to happen. I don’t know where I am, who created this dungeon, or why I can hear the whispers of the earth itself... but I do know this: I’m not going to rot in the dark like some decorative weed. I’m going to evolve. I’m going to grow. And one day—root by root—I’ll strangle the gods themselves.

Endless Adolescence Series 1 Gabriel who was born in a prestigious family who craves nothing but fame and glory to it's name by deceiving them into believing something fake. He lives his life forever suffocated by his family's pressure into becoming perfect with our without them nearby. He meets Lucas on his first day of highschool, that was then that everything started. 'Second place..? Me..?' Gabriel thought dumbfounded. He had never experienced this before, he has a unwavering spot of the 1st place every ranking and if ultimately shocked him of what he's seeing. Seeing the names tied on the first place, Gabriel's blood boiled in rage. He looked everywhere for the two guys he had never met before. He was unable to find the other first placer, he found Lucas instead. "Do you need something.?" Lucas raised and eyebrow, his legs crossed, his right arm leaning his head and his left on his lap. His voice was deep, he had a tanned and fit body physique, that compliments his grey hair and deep blue eyes, like a deep blue ocean. He had a mole on his right cheek and a thick eyebrows. "You're Lee Jaehwi right..?" He stood up walking closer to me, his tall height towering Infront of me. He smirks looking amused. My brows furrowed, stepping back. For some reason my voice wouldn't come out and I just stood there like an idiot. "I don't know why you were going out of your way looking for me and Sebastian all over this huge school, but don't wear yourself out I wouldn't want you being so exhausted due to running.." He lifts the fringe in my forehead with his smirk still unwavering. My jaw clenched in anger. 'This guy is belittling me.. How dare he.' I smack his hands out of my forehead and instead of looking surprised he was grinning. I raised my middle finger. "Fuck off.. I'll be the only one in the first place next time." I said with an angry smile.

In this world, the year is 999 AD, and technology has reached a post-industrial stage. Smoke rises from coal-fired factories, airships float above cities, and revolvers hang at the waists of constables. Stone-paved roads run alongside iron rail lines, and gas lamps flicker in the fog-covered streets of old cities filled with towering brick buildings, soot-covered rooftops, and horse-drawn cabs. Magic exists, but it is rare. Only a small portion of the population can use it—those people are called Yrlton, meaning "Anomaly" in the common language of Alastair. To the average person, Yrlton are as strange as they are dangerous. Many believe their powers come from a curse, divine punishment, or a secret pact. Others whisper of rituals, strange substances, and hidden bloodlines. Becoming one isn’t something you train for. It happens, often without warning. Magic here isn’t bright or spectacular. It doesn’t come in flashes of light or grand displays. It’s subtle, often tied to emotion, thought, or the elements. A Yrlton might control wind, twist shadows, or hear what others cannot. Some Saintesses throughout history were secretly Yrlton, their powers awakened after drinking forbidden liquids or being exposed to ancient relics. Despite their abilities, most Yrlton live quiet lives. Governments register them, monitor them, and sometimes use them. They’re given low-paying jobs, handed strange tasks no one else wants, and treated with suspicion.

Marcus died. Sad, sure—but then the voice in his head said “System activated” and he knew it was finally happening: reincarnation into a magical world. Time for spells, swords, and... wait, is that a deep fryer? He wakes up as a baby. In a burnt-down chicken restaurant. With a System that thinks sarcasm is a feature, not a bug. No royal bloodline. No ancient prophecy. Just soot, diapers, and a “Pitiful Crying” skill. Oh—and his magical circuits? Broken. He’s got mana, but the universe laughed and handed him a melee class. In a body that can’t sit up yet. Now, between avoiding fires (again), faking baby babble, and training aura like a tiny gym bro, Marcus is on a mission: survive, adapt, and maybe—just maybe—punch magic in the face.

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.

Android Genesis & Revival **Synopsis** **Chapter 1: The Prologue: Birth of a Legend** In a distant past, the mysterious Generation X begins producing Androids, remarkable beings born from a convergence of technology and cosmic forces. Here, we explore the rise of the first Android, a villain whose ambitions led to devastating consequences. The Emergence of the Villain Hunters and their relentless quest to eliminate this new breed sets the stage for the current dystopia, where Androids are hunted, and the balance of power is in a constant state of flux. --- **Chapter 2: The Escape** Emma’s chaotic escape from the G-Moles’ lab highlights her unique abilities and the physical toll of her captivity. Encountering Jenneth, a fellow hybrid, offers both camaraderie and relief, but their shared joy is short-lived as the reality of their circumstances sinks in. Flashbacks of the lab's horrors linger in Emma’s mind, emphasizing the trauma she must overcome. Tension builds as they realize the G-Moles will hunt her down. --- **Chapter 3: The Connection** Emma and Jenneth seek refuge in a hidden enclave within New York City’s underground. They meet Mike, Emma's protective brother, whose fierce loyalty grounds the narrative. The chapter explores the bonds formed by shared trauma, the paranoia of being hybrids in a hostile world, and whispered tales of former allies who have gone dark. This sets up the urgency for a response against the G-Mole threat. --- **Chapter 4: Gathering Allies** The underground community of hybrids is introduced with diverse backgrounds and unique powers. Carly, an inspiring leader, unites them in mutual purpose. As they share their stories and fears, they also discuss strategies for survival. Emma's internal struggle with the virus deepens as she hears about others who succumbed to its influence, highlighting the stakes of their fight. --- **Chapter 5: Training for the Battle** With new allies gathered, Emma and her friends undergo rigorous training. Jack’s enigmatic abilities are revealed in an intense combat session, showcasing agility and instinctive battle techniques. Personalities clash as differing opinions arise on how to face the G-Moles, revealing insecurities and fears among the group. --- **Chapter 6: The First Skirmish** The hybrids engage in their first small-scale skirmish against a patrol of G-Mole robots. This confrontation serves as a baptism by fire, testing their teamwork and resilience. Emma confronts her fears as she displays unexpected strength, but the skirmish ends chaotically, leaving doubts about their readiness to face a larger foe. --- **Chapter 7: A Mysterious Past** In a rare moment of calm, Emma discovers an old journal belonging to a former hybrid. It contains insights into the origins of Androids, hints of their greater purpose, and secrets that resonate with her own struggles. This accumulation of knowledge sparks resolve within Emma and presents a potential pathway to understanding her own infection. --- **Chapter 8: Betrayal and Trust** Tensions within their ranks rise as paranoia seeps in. A trusted member is revealed to be a double agent for the G-Moles, leading to chaos and distrust. Emma must mediate among her peers while grappling with her distrust of her own abilities under the virus's influence. This chapter serves as a pivotal turning point, challenging their initial unity. --- **Chapter 9: Rescue Mission** A plan forms for a daring rescue of hybrids captured by the G-Moles. Emma’s anxiety peaks as her past vulnerabilities are brought to light, testing her resolve. The bonds of friendship strengthen as they devise tactics and gather necessary resources, bolstered by their shared resolve to save their kind. --- **Chapter 10: Face to Face with Fear** As they infiltrate a G-Mole facility, Emma faces manifestations of her fears, both external and internal. She confronts the reality of the virus, leading to a moment of catharsis where she

Welcome to Aerthys A world forged in flame, drowned in sorrow, shaken by war, and electrified by destiny. Beyond the Four Nations lies a tale that spans a thousand years—of betrayal, forbidden love, cursed power, and a bloodline lost to history. The Kingdoms of Fire, Water, Earth, and Lightning tremble as a boy named Mole, only 8 years old, rises from the ashes of poverty with one goal: To become the strongest in all of Aerthys. But destiny runs deeper than he knows. Before Mole, there was a father—Hosi Thorn—whose death sparked a chain of events leading to an ancient prophecy. Before that, a forgotten hero sealed in time. And before that… a war that shattered the world. As kingdoms fall, secrets rise, and the cursed Crystal of Life awakens the past, one question remains: Will Mole become the one true king—or the final sacrifice? Explore the World Map. Learn the History. Then witness the rise of a legend

In the vast heavens beyond mortal reach, where rivers weave through the sky and stars bloom like eternal flowers, a lonely deity wandered to the edge of the God's Sea, a place so ancient that even time itself lay forgotten. There, Mo Chen, Supreme Deity of Water and Ice, discovered a pearl — small, translucent, shimmering with the hues of a lost dawn. Out of a passing whim… or a yearning he dared not name, he imbued it with a sliver of divine power. For a hundred years, the pearl slumbered in his palm — until one day, bathed in gentle light, a girl awakened. She was called Xiao Zhu — Little Pearl — a delicate spirit with a vermilion mole beneath her right eye and a faint pearl mark on her brow. Under Mo Chen’s cold but watchful gaze — and with the patient guidance of earth goddess Wenlan, fiery protector Yanxia, and mischievous wind god Qingfeng — Xiao Zhu learned to speak, to walk, to gather spiritual energy into her dantian… and to smile. But to ascend to true divinity, she must first descend into the mortal realm, her memories sealed, to live and suffer a full human life. Thus, in the heart of Chang’an, within the noble house of the Grand Tutor, a child was born — Song Yaoyao, destined to dazzle the empire. Princes, generals, and foreign lords would be drawn to her light: — Li Zhen, the Fourth Prince — charming, ambitious, a master of words and masks. — Li Wei, the Sixth Prince — cold and distant, yet fiercely principled. — Zhao Yunzhan, heir to the Duke of Zhen — bold, loyal, quick to raise a blade for her. — Altan Khan, golden-eyed prince of the Uyghur steppes — seductive, poetic, and sorrow-tinged. — And beyond mortal reach, Xingyao, God of Stars — radiant, aloof, and bound to her by a thread only heaven could weave. Above them all, Mo Chen watches — silent, unreadable, but never far. He alone remembers the little pearl who once looked up at him and called him "Master." A story of devotion that transcends mortal and divine — of a little pearl blooming into Chang'an’s brightest jewel, and the lonely hearts drawn irresistibly to her light.

Lin Wei Xi found out after she died that she was just a cannon fodder in a novel, used as contrast to the gentle and considerate and virtuous female lead. The male lead was her ex-husband, the dignified heir of Yan Wang, his family were superior and brilliant, but the heroine was not her. The female lead was her concubine-born younger sister, and her husband’s white moonlight, his cinnabar mole, no wonder! After Lin Wei Xi died, her husband finally married her sister as he wished. She watched coldly at the two like honey in the oil, in love and harmonious, everyone using the success of her younger sister to contrast the impropriety of the original wife. Lin Wei Xi sneered, okay, since your love moves the world, then this sister will come back and be your stepmother! So she married her ex-husband’s father, the father-in-law she never met in the previous life, the country’s God of war, who has not remarried after losing his wife, the one that hold military power, the brilliant Yan Wang. Later Yan Wang, who was in his prime years and used to act decisively, looked at his small, delicate, much younger wife, and had a headache. No matter, she is still young, he have to spoil her, indulge her, teach her.

In a world long stripped of its stars—where the sky has been swallowed by soot and smoke—power is everything, and survival is a lie. Humanity has fractured into two worlds: the Mundanes—those without power, cast into the wastelands and rust-choked cities—and the Awakened, whose blood hums with stolen light, who climb through the levels of power until they become Stars themselves. At the bottom lie the Enlightened, the first spark of something more than human. At the top—legends who no longer bleed. The war has been burning for centuries, though few remember why it started. Between city-states ruled by warlords and sanctuaries that serve as both havens and prisons, the battlelines shift like shadows in smoke. But beneath the surface, something older is stirring—something that devours light, that erases stars from the sky. Riven, a broken soldier with no memory of her past and a pulse she should not possess, crawls out of the slag fields half-dead. Branded as Mundane, she should be powerless. But something has cracked inside her, leaking through her veins. Hunted by the Awakened, she is thrust into a war she cannot escape, where broken things become weapons and the last light of the stars is slipping through her hands.

Kael discovers an encrypted message in a dead alien language buried beneath his dreams—connected to a secret beneath Kaidora’s Hollow Moon. When he decrypts part of it, something wakes up. Now hunted by techno-cults, rogue AI, and a godlike intelligence known only as The Whispering Root, Kael forms an uneasy alliance with: Vexa, a rogue biomechanical ex-priestess who stores knowledge in her spinal tendrils. Juno, a cheerful soldier with a cursed weapon and a deathwish. Soot, a feral, talking shadow-creature that feeds on fear but claims to be Kael’s “guardian.” Together, they set off on a quest across war-blasted cities, time-locked ruins, and reality-warping dreamscapes to uncover the truth: What caused the collapse of the galaxy’s golden age—and why is Kael at the center of it? Chronicles: Echoes of the Hollow Moon

Drake was forced to watch as his entire hometown was burned to the ground by the evil dragon Arduin. As he stood in the ash and soot of his hometown a raging fire burned inside of him and a fierce desire for vengeance started to take root. Come join Drake on his journey to achieving his vengeance and uncovering the hidden truth behind why his hometown was destroyed and what potential mysteries his ultimate fate has in store for him.

In Qiu Che’s previous life, she disguised herself as a man to take the imperial examination for her brother. For the so-called great plan of her father and brother, she married the most favored princess of the dynasty, Li Qingwu, at all costs. But after ten years of marriage, she never touched her finger. On the day she became the powerful prime minister, she died at the hands of her biological father. Her brother stepped on her corpse and became famous. And she died quietly in the prime minister’s mansion in the cold spring night. It was her wife who she had never seen once, who collected her corpse for her, set fire to the prime minister’s mansion, and finally committed suicide with a sword in front of her grave. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the eighteenth year of Zhenfeng. It was the year when she had just passed the imperial examination and was in high spirits. She rode a horse through the streets, and suddenly raised her eyes and saw a man standing by the pavilion with a crowd on his left and right, looking at her quietly from top to bottom. Vermilion mole, red lips, beautiful beyond compare. In her eyes are endless sparks. It was not until this life that Qiu Che finally knew that the bad fate in her previous life, which she thought was obtained by despicable calculation, was actually the fate that Li Qingwu had sought after three bows and nine kowtows in the Golden Palace. She is Li Qingwu, a model of a lady from a noble family, and she is a rebellious person only once in her life. It is also the one that the other party has been seeking for countless days and nights. -------------------------------------------------------- You can also join my patreon for more chapters, just search: Crimson_Lore Patreon

[Ding!] [Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.] Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion. ~~~~ Alex, a 18-year-old ordinary guy, finds himself inexplicably transmigrated into the plot of a Cheesy with no logic bashing novel. But his excitement quickly turns to dread when he realizes he hasn’t taken the role of the protagonist but the villain. To make matters worse, he’s destined to be the first stepping stone for the novel’s protagonist—the Plot armor son. Terrified of his impending doom, Alex thought of changing his strategy of even going as far as changing the whole story plot if he can survive in this braindead novel. And like some ROB or GOD answering his prayers for having fun on his decision, a mechanical voice spind in his mind and a blue transparent panel appeared in front of his eye. [Ding!] [System Activated!] Detecting the host's desire to alter the original storyline. Activating [Villain System]… Alex’s relief is short-lived when he discovers the system’s peculiar goal: [Ding!] [Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.] Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion. With his life on the line and a mission ahead, Alex embarks on his journey to survive the braindead Novel. Will he be able survive or fall victim to the Plot Armor son Aka Protagonist. Well that is for the future Alex to decide and know and you readers…

When you dream of glory, you expect dragons, demons, or at least something with wings. Instead, Liam got Mole-Men. Armed with earth magic, pit traps, and a whole lot of grit, Liam dives into Tabletop Immersion — the groundbreaking new holographic game where kingdoms rise, players clash, and victory is anything but guaranteed. With a shot at a MythicWorks apprenticeship on the line, he’ll have to turn an underdog race into a powerhouse... or get crushed before he even starts.

Chu Yun traveled through the world of metaphysical fantasy, the opening is the scene of the trial, defamed by the clan hierarchy, the white moonlight back away, the love rival framed, the sky collapsed the opening. At the critical moment, he activated the background editing system and edited his background to become the ninth prince of the Daxia Dynasty, who had disappeared for many years. The moment the soul lamp re-lighting, shocked the Daxia imperial family countless strong. Great Xia Emperor: “Immediately lock my son's location, quick!!!” While being judged by the clan, the imperial powerhouse and his own uncle, who was known as the Shura Venerable, arrived in unison tearing through space, their fury raging, “A group of mole crickets, how dare they touch this father's nephew?!”

They say the sky used to be blue. Now, it burns crimson at dawn, then fades to a sickly ash-gray by nightfall. The sun rarely shines buried beneath clouds choked with soot and remnants of shattered magic. The world ended not with fire or ice, but with a scream a rip in the very fabric of existence. It happened twenty-three years ago. The Sigil War. Seven nations, each bearing one of the ancient Sigils of Power, turned on one another in a desperate bid for dominion. The Sigils, bound by gods and feared by kings, weren't meant to be wielded together. But greed doesn't care for warnings carved into stone. The sky cracked. Cities vanished in blinding light. Oceans swallowed continents. And when the dust settled, the world was reborn in ruin. Now, only fragments remain scattered settlements, warlords dressed as kings, beasts twisted by corrupted energy, and a rare few who awaken with powers not their own. They are called Echoes remnants of the Sigils' will, walking weapons bound to fate and haunted by whispers. This is the story of one such Echo. His name is Kael.

John, the new face of his father's pharmaceutical empire, finds himself trapped in a diabolical plan: to trigger an artificial pandemic for exorbitant profit. His loyalty, his morals, everything is at stake. The crew, led by the mysterious "Mole" offers him an escape, but at what cost? Especially when his future with the young secretary, Rebecca Wiles, is also on the line...

After five years of dating, my boyfriend, Tom, suddenly had a “female friend.” When I found out she was draped in nothing but a sheer piece of fabric, standing in his studio as a nude model for one of his sculptures, I completely lost it. I made a scene—loud and messy. But the very next day, a sculpture of me—striking the most provocative pose between two beds—appeared at a public art exhibition. It wasn’t just casually displayed. It was placed in the most prominent spot in the gallery, with my full name etched on the plaque beside it. Panic surged through me. I rushed to Tom’s studio, only to freeze at the door when I heard laughter coming from inside. "Tom, that sculpture of Sophia is blowing up online. Aren’t you afraid she might actually leave you?" Tom chuckled darkly. "That’d be her loss. Who told her to destroy the one I made for Charlotte?" “Leave you? Please. Don’t be fooled by how bold she looks—deep down, she’s ridiculously traditional. If she’s not already asking you to marry her, she’s practically a feminist rebel.” The room erupted in crude laughter. “Tom bro, you’re too generous. Once you’re done with her, you don’t mind us stepping in as your backups, right?” Tom lazily ran his fingers over an unfinished sculpture and waved them off. “Sure. Whoever can get her, she’s all yours. Let’s see if any of you have the skills.” My eyes landed on the sculpture he was working on—a body with a small black mole on the back, carved in the exact same spot as mine. My heart plummeted.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

This is my first time doing this so I do want to say sorry for my grammar, spell, etc. I wasn’t very good at the English subject in school even tho it the only language I know. But when I say that I can put my story here I jump to it. Finally I want to say thank you for taking an interest in my story and deal with me as an author. A world of vampires and hunters get their power though the names they were given by the family leaders. We followed a special vampire name Tyler. Detail about Tyler: his hair swoops down covering his right eye with red hair lining with the swoop but a centimeter from the edge. A mole under his left eye. Left vamp teeth is always showing even when bloodlust mood off. Always have some type of long sleeve or jacket, Jean pants, and high top shoes. He wear a necklace with small dragger knife held by the handle. This story was from a short comic I made back in high school when I was deeply into drawing. I love this idea for my story that I keep it for about 5 to 6 year ago.

In a City of Gears and Shadows, the Price of Truth Is Blood. A man awakens in the body of a teenage boy, his past life a fading whisper—but this new world does not care for what was lost. Evergarde is a city suffocating under soot and secrecy, where masked rulers weave unseen schemes and survival is bought with steel and sacrifice. Yet behind the veil of reality lurks something far worse. A higher dimension of vast, unknowable horror, existing alongside reality yet never truly seen. It is the source of all that is unnatural—a realm where forgotten things slumber, where twisted echoes of existence watch from beyond, and where those who wander too deep are never heard from again. The desperate call it power. The wise call it the abyss. Silas treads a path where trust is a death sentence, power is a slow-acting poison, and the deeper he delves into the city’s mysteries, the closer he comes to something that should have remained buried. The Astral Realm watches. And it does not forget. > Progression in a grimy steampunk dystopia > A power system built on corruption, consequence, and the unknown > A calculating MC who plays the long game—without plot armor > An eerie, hidden world where knowledge is a curse, and whose deep layers conceal twisted beings, lost gods, and slumbering horrors that should never be awakened. In a world where survival is war and ignorance is mercy, how long can he stare into the abyss before it claims him?

The Su family has twin daughters. They were like the sun and the moon; one sister was bright and had a carefree disposition while the other one was demure and reserved. But it never occurred to anyone that when the twins grew up, the introverted sister would step into the entertainment circle and became a well-known flower! While the other one packed up her school bag, and aiming to become a doctor of Geology, sailed all the way across the ocean! One day, while the other sister’s intoxicated face was exploring the wild, a manager with a group of bodyguards tied her up and brought her to a variety show! “What bedroom scene are you trying to make me do?! Let this old woman go!!!” “Su Jishi, your sister left a retirement letter and disappeared! All her endorsements, variety shows, and movie contracts add up to more than three billion dollars in liquidated damages! If she still won’t show up, then you have to take her place for the meantime! “What?!” “By the way, she’s currently dating the vice president of XX Group and you have an appointment with him tomorrow night.” Manager: “You are three centimeters taller than your sister, two degrees darker than her skin…your hair is fifty centimeters shorter, and a mole is missing from the corner of your eye. The most important thing is that you are ten pounds heavier than her! Starting today, you have to strictly follow a diet to lose weight! Are you allergic to anything or abstain from any food? Woman: “I’m not a vegetarian.” Manager: “…” The president held the woman’s face in his hands and affectionately said, “Dear, this mole on the corner of your eye was made to be kissed by me.” The woman raised her hand to wipe off the mole: “Sorry, this mole was only painted!”

One mission; one team against one psychopathic villain who is all set to destroy this world via microlemmental attack. Carcin; a highly corrosive, highly poisonous chemical has fallen in hands of Amayra , the leader of TTO. Due to her pitiful past and hatredness towards the world, she wants nothing more than to bring our planet, our home down, by releasing Carcin in our atmosphere, which will leads to the end of Human Civilization. But that's not all, in the years to come it will bring down each and evey species on our planet leading to end of life in Earth; which also goes by the name of apocalypse. Now comes the question why ain't noone stopping it from happening. Well, the leaders full of greed, corruption and lust wants nothing more than power and money, even if it costs them their own lives at the end. But, one team is all set to save our planet by stopping Amayra from executing her disastrous plan. But.. but.. but... this is where the story starts. The team fighting against Amayra must leave their differences aside and work unitedly. Isn't it? Unfortunately, it isn't the case. Well, no one to blame, coming from two sworn enemy countries and expecting the mission to go smoothly is like asking for sun and moon. Not to mention, they have one mole in their very own team, who is passing their each and every information to Amayra, personally. So, how will this mission end? To know do read the story. But to understand the story, firstly read it's part 1 Death : Mystery Unsolved https://www.webnovel.com/book/death-mystery-unsolved_19497639305476105 and then continue the adventure here. Feel free to drop your thoughts in the comment-section, I would love to reply back.

The cockroach den of Brooklyn, New York, harbors Wall Street's most feared hunter. Lucas - the diner waiter who is humiliated by spilled red wine every day - spends his time between polishing silverware writing hedge fund loopholes in ketchup. When he discovers that the financial queen has blackmailed herself into becoming a scapegoat with her mother's chemo bills, the blockchain key hidden in his steak knife starts to glow. On the night of the Michelin three-star bow tie stained with blood, the poor kid used cryptocurrency to set off a financial nuclear explosion across the Manhattan yacht and the UN dome. It was a battle between mole crickets and giant predators, where mathematical formulas became daggers piercing the throats of capital, and all the rules would be rewritten in the burning flames of Bitcoin. When the digital flood engulfs the bronze bulls of Wall Street, you will realize: true power is always born in the eyes of those who have been stepped into the muck.

Lilian Fleur Queen is half British and half Filipino. Her mom was a former member of an organization of assassins who fell in love with her dad, whom she thought was an ordinary guy. But turned out to be an interpole. The organization got furious about what her mom did , thinking she was the mole on the organization at that time, and put an order to kill her parents, including her. But by discovering how talented Lilian is. Both the government and the assassins change the plan They started being obsessed on getting the kid instead. But her parents are too smooth to always slip away from them, for over six years. But then came a young visitor, the top-class assassin who's trained under the government, who managed to find them but the info leaked to the organization of assassins on the other side. And there the situation got shitty.