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

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs.

This is the tale of an average nobody, who after his death got transmigrated in a new world. The memories of his average life flashed before his eyes, as he found nothing that was noteworthy about him. So in this new world should he try to change that, should he wish to be supreme, rise to the peak or to rule the heavens, but he's too lazy for that. "And how come all the names are so familiar. Don't tell me, am I in that novel?" Soon after waking up he realised this world was based upon the very first novel he read years ago. At first he felt happy that finally something unexpected happened in his life. But that happiness was short lived as he remembered the plot of the book and the crisis that was coming for the world. If that wasn't enough he was living in the body of Rio Raven Blake - avatar of Nyx. Known by his other names like The last dark spawn, The first fallen or The infamous Devil. In a world brimming with dungeons, towers, Gods, Demons, monsters and magic - our MC finds himself trapped in the body of the last villain. "I don't care about the novel plot, I'll just ignore it, and live my life peacefully." At least that was his plan, until he heard a voice in his head , that he's been waiting for all this time. [DING] [TING] [TIDING] [DID YOU MISS ME??? ] 'The great villain system, what a funny name.' You can earn points by ruining the plotlines, and can get whatever you want. Let me see, I'm a master at messing things up. [What, someone is going to do a prophecy that I will become the villain after growing up - kill him while he's still a kid.] [what, this potion was made for the protagonist and the alchemist heroine - I'll take it with me.] [ohh you're the one who saves the protagonist when he was about to die - go to prison, you traitor.] [wait, you have a sister. but she is sick and needs help - here take this potion and work for me.] Got a money making slave for life. [What, my parents are fixing my engagement with the princess, who's also a main heroine, but will betray me later and help everyone kill me - Humph...just you wait...] Once the plot started many years later, at the academy entrance exam. Protagonist was shining brightly, breaking all records, taking first rank, but no one was talking about him. As the news came out that the genius of humanity Rio Blake, will be joining the academy too. Not only mortals, even Gods and Demons were surprised at this sudden development too. {Nyx nods at her believers achievements} {Odin says you've grown a lot} {Gauri/Kali challenges you to fight her believer} {Jesus prays for your souls redemption} {Anubis awaits your enemies doom} {Lucifer writes down your lines, as you take on the Devil persona} The protagonist just stared at the guy who took all the limelight from him, but his surprise turned to shock, when his sister ran and hugged the man, while crying her eyes out, saying she missed him and she was sorry. "What is happening? Who is he? {Apollo curses...} ## -- A/N - 1) NO HAREM. (I believe in soulmate love 2) MC doesn't care about right, wrong, good, evil - as long as he gets what he want, he'll do it. 3) He hates the so called righteous hypocrites, so don't think he'll be friends with protagonist. 4) MC is serious when it comes to relationships, so don't expect any kind of pokemon collection harem. 5) MC hates the plot, so he'll ruin it. Do not expect him to follow it or him trying to keep it same as written. 6) I don't like hiding my strength tropes, so not happening. He will be OP, and a badass. ## -- Join my discord for character arts and discussions https://discord.gg/zFTJsYP7kM DevilDarkness#0506

Everything changed when he met the strange disciple, Tez, muttering about a Si Su Ten. Or was it System? Shuren is the young master of the Liu Clan, the most powerful sword clan in the world. Grandson of the deceased patriarch, he is determined to become the strongest swordsman and the next leader of the clan. There’s just a slight problem. He’s been cursed, unable to use a sword. Joining the Seven Clouds Sect as a disciple, Shuren dominates the sect. Until a mysterious disciple wielding a 'System' challenges his authority. But ever since then, things have been… changing. A thousand year old inheritance just appeared? The demonic sects have started attacking? There’s a sudden beast tide? The Unhallowed Monolith has awakened, threatening to destroy the entire city? But most importantly, his reputation has fallen to the ground?! You're all courting death, calling me a demon! So be it, I’ll do things my way! https://discord.com/invite/WqYTm6z3n8 Check it out for my secret stash of cultivation meme templates. https://www.patreon.com/flowdenscreed

Seraphina has dreamed of becoming a nun since she was a child. After years of convincing her mother, she finally enters the convent, believing she has found her true purpose. But within the sacred walls, darkness lurks. Father Damien, a respected priest, sees something special in her—her passion, her devotion. He tells her she has a gift, that she is meant for more. But his kindness soon turns into something dangerous. On a mission to a distant village, Seraphina’s world is shattered when she is betrayed, drugged, and violated by the very man who claimed to guide her toward God. Banished from the convent, carrying the weight of an unwanted pregnancy, she is left to survive in a world she had renounced. But fate has its own plans. Years later, the man who ruined her life returns—not as a priest, but as a man full of regret. He confesses his sins, revealing his own broken dreams. Will Seraphina ever forgive him? Can two lost souls, bound by pain and fate, find redemption together? ✨ A story of faith, betrayal, love, and redemption.

Reencarnado como Yamcha que fue un desperdicio en la historia original el siempre humillado en la etapa inicial y en Z convertido en meme pero el lo cambiara

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.

Meet Chad: every woman’s already throwing themselves at him, but his heart beats for one—his 2D waifu! Bursting with lewd, perverted humor, cringe-worthy awkwardness, and a nonstop barrage of memes, fourth-wall breaks, and pop culture jabs, this outrageous tale proves real girls can’t compete.

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When the **System** assimilates Earth into a game-like reality, granting superhuman abilities to everyone, Jayden "Freak" Malone gets the most broken power of all—[Freak Mode]. "Rules? Stats? LOL. Do whatever you want." Now, the more unpredictable and absurd Jayden acts, the stronger he becomes. Punch a dragon? His fists gain anti-dragon properties. Insult a god? Temporary divine resistance. Eat a cursed sandwich? Poison immunity (and weird cravings). Armed with sheer chaos, Jayden trolls his way through dungeons, breaks quests, and turns epic battles into glitch-filled comedy shows. The System hates him, villains regret facing him, and his party members question their life choices. From taunting demon lords with a frying pan to accidentally becoming a meme-powered deity, Jayden’s journey is one insane exploit after another. Humor meets OP madness in this anti-System adventure where the only rule is— there are no rules. Note:- This is a deliberately absurd, nonsensical comedy logic, coherence, and the laws of reality have all taken a vacation. Proceed at your own risk." Note:- Chapter are going to be super short so don't complain.

Pixie, Siren, Dragon and a half human debut in an idol group Gachome, a unique first of its kind global group created to spread the message of love and unity among all races of mythical creatures and humans as they learn to put their differences aside and live in harmony after the Grand War. The story folllows the four girls: mainly Kaleith, a half human, Marya the charming pixie, Bahiyy a shy sirin, Nix the mysterious dragon, as they navigate through life and grow through their struggles as a group. But that's not all. Gachome was also created to raise spies who fight against evil forces which threaten to disrupt the peace of mankind and magical creatures in this New World.

WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The scent of freshly brewed espresso and vintage Led Zeppelin records should have been my retirement anthem. But I was hunched over a computer in my still-under-construction vinyl record cafe, screaming at a blockchain explorer as if it just ridiculed my acoustic session. My life savings, $430,000 worth of Bitcoin, carefully earned over a decade of writing alt-rock ballads for car commercials, vanished into thin air. The culprit? Some smooth "investment manager" who'd promised me "Taylor Swift-level returns" on crypto staking, then bailed faster than my band's 2008 reunion tour.  The scam was a cringe symphony.Guy had a LinkedIn profile dotted with adjectives such as "Web3 maestro" and "DeFi virtuoso," an autotuned elevator jazz playing website, and a contractual loophole big enough to drive a tour bus through. I signed over access like a groupie handing over backstage passes. Poof. Gone. Money. My café's espresso machine sat in its box, accusatorially. My spouse said I needed to "get a real job again." Even my dog gave me the side eye. Enter my drummer, Chad, a guy who had escaped a festival pyro tragedy by jumping into a kiddie pool. He texted me: "Bro, look at Digital Tech Guard Recovery. They're crypto Roadies." I pictured a group of pierced hackers in black hoodies, blowing gum and cracking firewalls. Good enough. Digitals crew followed the scambot's trail with the ferocity of a producer hunting for the perfect bassline. The crook had routed my Bitcoin through privacy coins, obscured wallets, and exchanges located in countries that I couldn't spell. Their engineers stalked his path like a creep watching a pop star's concert tour schedule, in cooperation with Interpol and a Cypriot bank used also as a hub for meme stocks. As it turns out, my "maestro" had become careless, stashing money in a wallet associated with a failed NFT venture named "Aping for Jesus." Typical. Sixteen days later, my wallet beeped. Balance returned. No taunting, only a curt email: "Scammer's assets frozen. Your money's back. Buy better speakers." I blasted "Eye of the Tiger" through the café sound system, shocking a hipster with oat milk. The espresso machine finally came online. Digital Tech Guard Recovery didn't just restore my cryptocurrency; they wrote the encore for my midlife crisis. My café exists today, littered with grail-worthy records on the walls and a tip cup emblazoned "ETH accepted." Chad's no longer on the espresso machine, but he's got free coffee for life. If your cryptocurrency is ever swindled by a cyber rockstar, don't go into existential tailspin. Call the Digitals. They'll turn your faceplant into a victory lap. Just maybe screen your "maestros" harder than your band's setlist.

The day my house turned against me started like any other lights flashing at my command, blinds snapping shut with military precision, and my coffee machine chirping a cheerful "Good morning!" as if it hadn't just witnessed me going broke. Here I was, a self-styled tech evangelist, huddled on the floor of my "smart" house, staring at an empty screen where my Bitcoin wallet once sat. My sin? Hubris. My penalty? Accidentally nuking my private keys while upgrading a custom node server, believing I could outsmart the pros. The result? A $425,000 crater where my crypto nest egg once grew, and a smart fridge that now beeped condescendingly every time I opened its doors. Panic fell like a rogue AI. I pleaded with tech-savvy friends, who responded with a mix of pity and "You did what?! " I scrolled through forums until my eyes were streaming, trawling through threads filled with such mouthfuls as "irreversible blockchain entropy" and "cryptographic oblivion." I even begged my fridge's voice assistant to turn back the chaos, half-expecting it to sneer and respond, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." A Reddit thread buried deep under doom scrolls and memes was how desperation finally revealed to me Rapid Digital Recovery, a single mention of gratitude to the software that recovered lost crypto like digital paramedics.". In despair, but without options, I called them. Their people replied with no judgment, but clinical immediacy, such as a hospital emergency room surgeons might exercise. Within a few hours, their engineers questioned my encrypted system logs a labyrinth of destroyed scripts and torn files like conservators rebuilding a fractured relic. They reverse-engineered my abortive update, tracking digital crumbs across layers of encryption. I imagined them huddled over glowing screens, fueled by coffee and obscurity of purpose, playing my catastrophe as a high-stakes video game. Twelve days went by, and an email arrived: "We've found your keys." My fingers trembled as I logged in. There it was my Bitcoin, resurrected from the depths, shining on the screen like a digital phoenix. I half-expect my smart lights to blink in gratitude. Rapid Digital Recovery not only returned my money; they restored my faith in human ingenuity against cold, uncaring computer programming. Their people combined cutting-edge forensics with good-old-fashioned persistence, refusing to make my mistake a permanent one. Today, my smart home remains filled with automation, but I've shut down its voice activation. My fridge? It's again chilling my beer silently judging me as I walk by. If you ever find yourself in a war of minds with your own machines, believe in the Rapid Digital Recovery. They'll outsmart the machines for you so you won't have to. Just perhaps unplug the coffee maker beforehand. Contact Info Below: Whatsapp: +1 4 14 80 71 4 85 Email: rapid digital recovery (@) execs. com Telegram: h t t p s: // t. me / Rapiddigitalrecovery1

They say the moments before your death flash before your eyes. For us, it wasn’t death. Not really. It was just another Saturday night—a app ChatHaven filled with memes, debates, and plans to meet up next weekend. Then the white light came, brighter than anything I’d ever seen. My voice, once loud in my headphones, was swallowed whole by silence. And when I opened my eyes, the world I knew was gone. Reborn into a alternate earth and a Victorian-era history that never existed, we found ourselves in a world as beautiful as it was cruel. A world where whispers of a forgotten crown and an ancient prophecy haunted our every step. Now, armed with strange powers and thrown into a web of mystery, betrayal, and war, we must survive in a realm teetering on the edge of calamity. Bonds will be tested. Secrets will be unraveled. And in the end, the choices we make might not just decide this world’s fate—but our own.

Johan Christ, a war-hardened general, spent thirty years carving his vengeance into the battlefield, slaughtering countless enemies to drown out his grief. Yet, in the end, he found himself questioning everything. His hands, once stained with the blood of his foes, had long been covered in regret. And when betrayal struck, he fell not as a hero, nor as a villain, but as a broken man who had lost everything. But fate was not so kind as to grant him peace in death. He reborns as Richard Emile Warren, the newborn son of a noble couple in a realm untouched by war. Surrounded by warmth, love, and a family he never had, Richard is torn between two lives—one of bloodshed and another of fragile peace. Yet even as he learns to live again, the past refuses to let go. The war he died in ended fifty years ago, yet he perished a century ago. A single ogre was said to have brought the war to an end, but Richard remembers saving an ogre child in his final moments. And in the shadows, an ancient force, the ‘Ultimatums,’ continues to manipulate history. With the weight of two lives pressing upon him, Richard must choose does he let himself be consumed by the despair that once defined him, or does he embrace the love he never thought he deserved?

[LitRPG / Isekai / Adventure / Action / Comedy] Inspired by Mushoku Tensei, God of War, Bloodborne, Elden Ring & Warhammer 40k. Zen Hawthorn is a strange fellow, born with a curse that makes everyone question his sanity. In a cruel twist of fate, he embarks on a journey to avenge his grandfather; further unlocking the mysteries of the world he lives in.  Join him on an action-adventure-romcom journey filled with Demons, celestials, and cosmic beings as he narrates from his humble beginning to the prevention of the Demon King's resurrection and more. Beware of plentiful memes, Easter eggs, and references found within. This story contains Japanese folklores, Norse & Greek mythology along with Elves, Demons, Reptilians, Vikings and Dragons. Have fun reading! Book 1 - Not An Isekai Story (Completed) [Rewritten] Book 2 - Not An Isekai Story Unshipped (In Progress) Book 3 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story (Coming Soon) Book 4 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story Unlimited (Coming Soon)

Reborn as a K-Pop Trainee with a System A Comedy-Drama with a Bollywood Twist! Synopsis: Lee Joon, a world-famous Oscar-winning actor, had everything—fame, wealth, and millions of fans. But one day, he dies in the most ridiculous way possible (thanks to a vengeful cat, but that’s another story). The next thing he knows—he’s reborn as an 18-year-old Korean trainee in a ruthless K-pop agency. No acting, no Hollywood connections—just singing, dancing, and suffering. To make matters worse, he has zero talent for dancing. His first attempt at choreography? A Bollywood SRK pose that accidentally goes viral! But just when he’s about to give up, a mysterious system appears: [Ding! Congratulations! You’ve unlocked the ‘Survival Idol System’!] [Complete missions, earn fame, and become the biggest star in the world!] Now, Joon is stuck in the most brutal K-pop survival show where trainees will do anything to debut—even sabotage each other! With his acting skills, his system’s help, and his Indian-style dramatic instincts, can he survive the cutthroat world of K-pop? Or will he just become a meme-worthy internet sensation?! --- What to Expect: ✅ Hilarious Comedy – Joon’s Bollywood antics clash with K-pop’s strict rules! ✅ Chaotic Romance – Fake dating scandals, rivals turning into lovers, and unexpected chemistry! ✅ Showbiz Drama – Backstabbing, industry secrets, and meme-worthy performances! ✅ Overpowered System Shenanigans – Missions, fame points, and Joon scamming his way to stardom! Joon might have been reborn in the wrong industry… but who says he can’t become a K-pop legend anyway?!

*"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s a mercy."* Some stories are meant to inspire. Others exist to remind you that life is one long, merciless joke. This was one of those. A world where heroes and villains are just two sides of the same bloodstained coin. Where fate doesn’t grant second chances—only crueler ways to suffer. Where the so-called protagonist isn’t some destined savior but a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. And me? Well, let’s just say I wasn’t supposed to be here. No cheats, no divine blessing—just a front-row seat to a reality where even the strongest are just well-dressed pawns on a board stacked against them. -------------------------- *"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s just a fucking courtesy."* Hey, normies, don’t get your hopes up—this ain’t some top-tier literary masterpiece. Just your everyday, pent-up engineer reject vomiting his frustrations onto a page. Love it, hate it, meme it to hell—I don’t care. Commitment issues? Oh, absolutely. No promises this won’t rot unfinished in some forgotten corner of the internet. Anyway, welcome to a world where heroes are just villains with better PR, the MC is a glorified landmine, and even death clocks in as the better option. No chosen ones, no overpowered cheats—just one long, cosmic joke with zero punchline. Enjoy the ride. Or don’t. Not my problem.

At some point, a store called White Cloud appeared in the dangerous apocalyptic world. The store sold all non-polluting food, and there were also some magical effects of the signature series: "recovery" fruit tea, clears exhaustion and restores psychic abilities. Can make a man live one day more at most no matter how badly hurt he is... "Sober NTie" coffee, briefly improves mental resistance and repairs mental damage. Three hours of immunity to all illusions. ... What was even more surprising was the rules of the shop: No fighting allowed. No superpower allowed. The fact that she ran a store and set such rules during the apocalypse came as a shock to people. When the crowd wanted to see her make a monkey out of herself. "Sh*t, isn't this the bandit of the Cold Moon Ridge? Why did he get thrown out and who beat him up like that?" "Jesus, isn't this the right-hand man from the mafia of the Northern Cold Land? How did he fly out?" Yun You, who was holding the ginger cat and lying on the table playing poker, sighed long and helplessly. "It's so dangerous toward the end of the world. How I wish I have some powerful superpowers!" The ginger cat gave her a speechless look and continued to sleep. A certain future villain who was her bodyguard stood silently behind, and his low voice came, "I got you."

God had a son, so why not Lucifer? Draven Youngblood, born to fight Jesus, took an unexpected turn when Jesus died on the cross for our sins. Left without a purpose he decided to conquer by infiltration when he accidentally created a foe that wanted to destroy everything he has built. Fighting hard to stay alive and trying hard to protect everything that he loves while slowly realizing that there is an enemy controlling everything from behind the scenes. ** Title abbreviation DYS Draven Youngblood Series **** I only posted this on WebNovel for a test run. If you are reading this anywhere else you are in violation of US Copyright Law. If you got this far then please join my Discord Server https://discord.gg/7AdAjGj8jJ TikTok @DraxberFaber - Personal Instagram @DraxberFaber - Personal YouTube @DraxberFaber - Personal © Alexander B Faber AKA DraxberFaber 2025. All rights reserved”

"Do not be Afraid." "The Lord is with you." "Seek Redemption." "Faith means nearer to Jesus." "Adore him, Worship him, and most Importantly, build a Relationship with him." "The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit." This Book covers the entire Old testament.

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

Rinna se entera de la muerte de su padre,pero no tiene tiempo de estar triste ya que su hermano se da a la fuga sin entender nada,es llamada hacer una audiencia con el Rey sin saber que su destino de espinas y sangré que le traería.

They were never of this world; they are the scattered sheep and have lost their flock. But the good shepherd has found his sheep. Hated by the world, they were ultimately chosen to protect it a burden they must carry till the very end. When a few individuals select the world of miracles and grace, they are granted power by Christ himself. Follow their journey to fight the forces of the fallen ones, the Nephilims, and witches who only wants caused chaos in the world, and the fall of humanity

This is an exploration of God’s autonomous perspective on why it is he made the conscious decision to make light first specifically, as well as the relationship we can decode that he yearns to have with us and we should have visa versa whether mutual or not through reverse engineering his honest decisions, even if there is the possibility to have the honest decision to lie, but regardless of the consequences of God having His own free will just as we have been given by Him, we need to know the reality of the situation, not just judge possibilities. As for where that ability to judge comes from, even in the case of God being the personification the ability to judge and taking the rule of ultimate judge as a result, these perceptions are only possible if part of consciousness itself, which we can safely assume is one of the main building blocks of God in some sort of way to put it bluntly (I’m not going to bother with semantics and considerations, I’m not a politician nor a debater, I just want to be efficient in my explorations), so God too must also follow the rules of objective morality/Grace, as for the potential of any consciousness being Holy or Unholy, which is what we would categorise being the on the side of a benevolent God or Satan which counts as an Anti-God. A quote from Socrates has stuck with me not because I dogmatically assert it to be true, but it is the closest description of the truth of the situation for what right question to ask: “What came first, God or morality?”, and that is why I am trying to figure out that our hope for a benevolent God would be good and the salvation of the human heart through faith to conduct our view of existence in the diagnosis of reality from the perspective that God is benevolent is a net positive, it’s still not the same as a proven truth. You could argue that truth for the sake of truth doesn’t matter if ultimately our experience of life is better with faith in our hopes being the reality, but if it isn’t the reality, there is more than just spiritual freedom that needs to be accounted for, but also physical freedom. If your heart is in the right place but YOU aren’t where you actually want to be, then hope that the potential future is out there somewhere is worth striving for and make happen, rather than convince yourself that it’s already here when it ISN’T. So, let’s get to exploring, and understand more about existence as a whole along the way, treating religion like a science AS WELL. [I miss someone I haven’t even met yet, and I want to chase this feeling in a real way without just contemplation forever, but for now, let’s figure out what direction to go in.] PS, whatever the name you give God, in the end God is God, so if I say anything that you disagree with within the doctrine of your religion, please understand that what I care about more than even God himself is Morality. Let’s not lose ourselves with the dogmas of ‘necessary evil’, because if God is benevolent as we all hope to be the case, He would never rely on the such tactics through people, the God I worship is the benevolent potential, regardless of if the real one always with His freewill as consciousness itself can also choose to do things unfairly, for the ultimate judge is not one who monopolises The Word of objective morality among other things, but by being subservient/humble to it. This is at least why Christ said “I do not care if you blaspheme against me or The Father, so long as you don’t Blaspheme against The Holy Spirit. That is the only sin that is unforgivable.” (I’m paraphrasing, so do your own research, and like I said, try to do your best to look at this through the lens of a devoid of intentions, even if the origin of these intentions are educated illegedly by the written Word in any physical representation of the fulfilled potential in the material world of that spirit being personified, printed in a book, captured in art but logically associated… Remember, the church is within.)

Destinee is a woman who lived her life through nothing but her sins and carnal desires. She never once looked back on her mistakes due to her pride, which corrupted her mind until that pride slowly turned to hubris. When Jesus returned and took all of his faithful servants to paradise, this left the nonbelievers and sinners to traverse a world with little left and diminishing signs of God's protection. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end. The sinners with sins that consumed their entire lives gained these tattoos known as Marks of the Beast and were given curses that granted them supernatural abilities, but each time these sinners used these powers, they would suffer the backlash of their sins within their minds and souls.

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The gods have decided to wipe mankind, from exitance. but Jesus Christ offers them a chance to prove the gods that mankind deserves a chance to live. the Ragnarök. 17 rounds, 12 marches. whoever can win. If the gods win, then mankind is gone. But if mankind wins. then they get to live for years to come.

'A DECEMBER TO FUSS AT THE CHRISTMAS VILLAGE' is a documentary writing that triggers the awareness and more insightful details about the birth of Jesus and the season of Christmas. It is a fanfiction that casts a particular family where it's members are hosting a talk show called 'THE MAAMIZ SHOW' where they discuss why December is special and how the experience at a Christmas village can make the entire month of December, a season one would not love to disembark not just for the sake of Christmas but for the festivities that surrounds it.