Mickey Motion

"Crimson Tides: A Royal Bloodline" is an epic tale of duty, love, and the bridges built between two vastly different worlds. In the isolated mountain kingdom of Solaria, Princess Elara lives a life of privilege and purpose, beloved by her people but constrained by royal expectations. As a devastating drought threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, Elara finds herself at the center of a desperate gambit for survival. Across the misty borders, in the shadowy realm of Nocturn, the vampire king Darion rules with cold efficiency. His kingdom thrives in eternal night, but ancient prophecies speak of a union that could change the fate of both realms forever. When vampire envoys arrive in Solaria with an unprecedented offer - the kingdom's salvation in exchange for a royal bride - Elara must make an impossible choice. Agreeing to marry the fearsome Vampire King, she leaves behind everything she's ever known, venturing into a world of darkness and blood that both terrifies and intrigues her. But Elara harbors a secret that threatens to unravel everything: she faints at the mere sight of blood. In a court where bloodlust reigns supreme, her weakness could mean her doom. As she navigates treacherous politics, ancient rituals, and her growing feelings for the enigmatic Darion, Elara must find the strength within herself to bridge two worlds on the brink of war. Darion, initially frustrated by his unusual bride, finds himself drawn to Elara's compassion, wit, and unwavering spirit. Together, they face threats from without and within - power-hungry nobles, ancient prophecies coming to life, and the shadows of their own pasts. As Elara and Darion's relationship deepens from reluctant allies to true partners, they uncover long-buried secrets that connect their kingdoms in ways they never imagined. Their union awakens dormant magic and stirs forgotten legends, setting in motion events that will reshape the destiny of both vampires and humans alike. "Crimson Tides" is a sweeping saga of personal growth, political intrigue, and the transformative power of love. It explores themes of overcoming prejudice, finding strength in vulnerability, and the courageous act of opening one's heart to the unknown. As Elara and Darion fight to unite their people and fulfill an ancient prophecy, they discover that the greatest magic of all lies in the power of understanding, acceptance, and love that transcends all boundaries.

Amelia Reed and Ethan Blake never imagined their lives would intertwine in a marriage neither wanted. While Amelia dreams of freedom and a life of her own design, Ethan’s heart beats for Claire Bennett, his childhood love. Bound by duty to their families, they forge a fragile façade of happiness, hiding the cracks beneath. But their charade begins to crumble when jealousy, betrayal, and an obsessed admirer unravel the delicate balance of their lives. Ethan’s lingering love for Claire pulls him in one direction, while Amelia’s yearning for independence draws her in another. And as secrets come to light, an unrelenting admirer sets events in motion that could shatter their world forever. In a tangled web of love, sacrifice, and impossible choices, Amelia and Ethan must decide: will they fight for their own paths, or will they remain prisoners of a destiny written by others? Dive into a story of passion, heartbreak, and the relentless pursuit of freedom in Twisted Vows, Hidden Desires.

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all. *********** With a grin that made her uneasy, he handed the application to her. “Approve this one.” Principal Jameson’s curiosity got the better of her as she took the paper from him, her eyes scanning the text. Almost immediately, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What the...?” “It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Asher’s voice was almost gleeful. Fucking psychopath! Jameson could hardly believe what she was reading. “Mr. Nightshade, with all due respect, this applicant….this girl just admitted to—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence, still horrified at the explicit nature of the application. Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I’m sorry, but I cannot approve this.” “She’s issued me a challenge,” Archer said, a dark gleam in his eyes. “What?” “‘Wait till you see me in bed,’” he repeated the bold line from the application, his grin widening. “And I can’t wait to find out.” “Mr. Nightshade—” He stood up, cutting off her protest as he fixed her with an intense stare. “Approve the application. I won’t ask again.” Without waiting for her response, Asher strode out of the office, confident she would follow his orders. He always got what he wanted. Archer Nightshade walked down the hall, a spring in his step. For the first time in a long while, he felt alive, his blood pulsing with excitement. The other Cardinal Alphas had no idea what he was up to, but it would soon hit them. He’d just set the game in motion. And the target was Violet Purple. It was game on. Note : This is not your average werewolf story. Eveything you think you know about werewolves would be challenged in this book. And yes, it is reverse harem. Do give the book a try.

In a bustling modern city, Elena, a passionate community leader, fights to save a struggling community center while navigating doubts about her capabilities. Alongside her is Lucas, a talented photographer whose rising career tests the limits of their budding romance. Together, they face challenges of distance, ambition, and personal growth, discovering that love and determination can bridge even the widest gaps. As they strive to balance their dreams and their connection, they learn what it truly means to build a future worth fighting for.

In a world where the boundaries between mortal and divine are blurred, Kriel, a frail and neglected outcast, struggles with a life filled with rejection and despair. Abandoned by his parents and mocked by his peers, he’s a boy whose existence seems destined for obscurity. However, everything changes the night a mysterious rift appears in the forest near his home, an event that fractures reality and sets in motion forces beyond his comprehension. As Kriel stumbles upon the rift, he encounters the spirit of Vaelith, a fallen celestial being whose brother—an ancient tyrant—was responsible for a cosmic rebellion that shattered the balance of the universe. Vaelith’s soul, bound to the mortal realm, finds an unexpected host in Kriel’s body. The merging of their spirits unlocks a dormant power within Kriel, a connection to the very forces that rewrote the cosmos. Now, Kriel must navigate the treacherous and ever-shifting landscape of both the mortal and celestial realms. With a newfound, godlike strength coursing through his veins, he is caught between the lingering influence of Vaelith and his own burning hatred for the world that has long forsaken him. His quest for power becomes a relentless drive to reshape the universe in his image, to tear down the systems that failed him, and to free Vaelith’s brother—the tyrant—who promises to give him the power to destroy the Creator itself. As Kriel’s power grows, so does his corruption. The voice of Vaelith in his mind both guides and manipulates him, pushing him toward actions that blur the lines between heroism and villainy. Torn between his human desire for revenge and his celestial capacity for destruction, Kriel must confront his true self—before he loses his humanity entirely. The Celestial Convergence is a dark and gripping tale of cosmic rebellion, divine manipulation, and the journey of a boy who was once nothing, but now has the power to challenge the very forces that govern the universe. As the worlds collide and the boundaries of existence bend, Kriel’s path toward ultimate power will either save or doom all of creation. Will he rise to become a god—or fall into the abyss of his own making?

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

Desperate for an heir, the Emperor strikes a dangerous deal with Lokiàn Shén, a 100,000 year old demon. The pact brings him Prince Cheng but also a terrible curse—a shadow that threatens Cheng’s life and the stability of the empire. As the Emperor's health wanes, political vultures circle, and the court is filled with doubts on Cheng's future on the throne. Meiying, a fearless warrior, returns home after years of secret training in the martial world only to find her home in ruins and her family vanished. She unknowingly saves the prince during a deadly ambush and their destinies collided, soon she discovers her own powerful secret; a rare ability to manipulate one's life force, once wielded by protectors of the throne. But her newfound powers are unpredictable, and Cheng’s curse only deepens the chaos surrounding them. As political conspiracies rise and dark forces awaken, Cheng and Meiying must forge an unlikely alliance to save the empire. Can Cheng overcome his curse to claim his destiny? Will Meiying’s quest for vengeance tear them apart—or lead to salvation? ——— 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!

This first chapter is mostly for me to receive criticism for the future and what I can do better for future chapters. This is my first story that I have written and I am hoping to improve along the way. I will also try to release at least 1 chapter every week or two. Hopefully I'll be able to increase how many I release when I become less occupied with school. After attempting to steal from a god ,the trickster Reynard is forced to flee to the mortal/human world. But after a couple years, the god he tried to steal from finds him again, so Reynard goes on a mission to find his friends and an item that will help him kill this god and also put his secret plan into motion

In a world where magic isn’t just a tool but the very fabric of existence, young Poll Nightvale is about to flip the script—and maybe the universe—on its head. Don’t let his unassuming name fool you. Poll is no background character. Behind that innocent, wide-eyed look lies a sneaky bastard with manipulation skills sharp enough to sell ice to a frost giant. Combine that with badass scientific know-how, and you’ve got someone who can outwit a council of wizards and build a mana-powered doomsday device before breakfast. When Poll awakens to his dormant mana powers, he quickly learns that magic isn’t all sparkles and fun. It’s unruly, chaotic, and dangerously addictive—kind of like him. But instead of sticking to the traditional methods, Poll decides to chart his own course, blending arcane arts with cutting-edge science to create something entirely new. Of course, this path is littered with explosive experiments, accidental genius, and more than a few plans that sound insane… until they work. Things take a dark turn when Poll stumbles upon mana corruption, a sinister force that twists and warps everything it touches. This isn’t just a challenge—it’s a world-ending catastrophe in the making. But does Poll panic? Nope. He smirks, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. Armed with his sharp mind, dubious charm, and a team of loyal (and occasionally exasperated) companions, he sets out to tackle the impossible. At his side are his fiercely protective mother, Seraphina; his stoic, sword-wielding father, Eryndor; and his chaotic crew of allies—Lira, the fire-obsessed wizard who believes “more flames” is always the answer; Kaida, the silent assassin who lets her blade do the talking; and Elowen, the gentle shield mage with untapped power and unshakable resolve. Together, they face a world where allies can’t always be trusted, enemies lurk in the shadows, and Poll’s questionable plans are often their best hope. As Poll grapples with the forces of mana and his own chaotic ambitions, he learns that being a hero isn’t about playing by the rules. It’s about bending them, breaking them, and occasionally rewriting them entirely. Because when the stakes are this high, and the odds this slim, you need someone who can think outside the box—and maybe set it on fire for good measure. Join Poll Nightvale on a journey of explosive discovery, cunning schemes, and chaotic brilliance as he forges his destiny, one sneaky move at a time. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, he’s not just a beacon of hope—he’s the unpredictable spark that sets everything into motion.

[Heavy world building + magic] In a world on the brink of collapse, a courageous young boy stumbles upon a mysterious artifact hidden deep within the woods. Little does he know, his discovery sets in motion a perilous adventure that spans the uncharted reaches of the universe. Determined to find his way back home, he embarks on a quest to collect thirteen ancient relics. But he is not alone in his pursuit. A divine being, burdened with the knowledge of the impending cataclysm, vows to rewrite the future and prevent the boy from unknowingly triggering the destruction of the entire universe. Racing against time, their paths intertwine in a relentless chase where the stakes couldn't be higher. As the boy's journey unfolds, malevolent forces take shape and threaten to consume everything in their path. With the very fabric of existence at stake, the clash between gods and the impending doom looms ominously. Will the boy unlock the secrets of the relics and save his world, or will darkness prevail, plunging all into eternal chaos? Prepare for an epic adventure where destiny hangs in the balance, and the clash of gods heralds the ultimate battle for survival.

In the year 556 of the Runtallian Calendar, a war broke out in the eastern frontier of the Kingdom of Runtallia between the eastern overlord, Duke Gaverone Walruse of Regalia, and the barbarian chief-thane known as Dariun Drunzelle of the Shiradonii tribe, one of the Four Great Tribes of Norsmund, a nation that borders the Kingdom, deemed to be the land of brutes and savages. As the Duke of Regalia marches with his army to defend the disputed land of Kurlon, the barbarians have taken such an opportune moment to launch another incursion near the eastern border of Regalia near the town of Flendle, with the intention of dividing his army. However, despite accepting the town and the surrounding local lords' territories as lost cause in the war in favor of Kurlon– a newly discovered territory bountiful with veins of iron and other minerals– the Duke tasks his third son, Lord Velmund Walruse, along with his retinue, the Order of the Raven Knights, to fend off the attack. Now faced with the plight of defending the border town against a 5,000-strong Norsmundi army with his few yet skilled knights, along with an ill-equipped and undermanned militia, Lord Velmund has no choice but to fulfill his duty as a noble, relying upon his wits and his few but capable retainers to survive his first battle at the tender age of sixteen summers and winters. Contrary to his timid, youthful, and innocent appearance, however, lies his sly and scheming nature, evident by his fondness of dark magical arts specializing in illusion spells. Nevertheless, he himself has no idea of what he is capable of, and what he is destined to become. Meanwhile, further east at the frontier with Norsmund, a plot hatches to ensnare the Duke within the clutches of his treacherous vassals. Not only his life is threatened by these schemes, but his sons Theo and Varus as well. With this scheme put into motion, the Duke and Velmund's siblings, Varus and Theo, would taste fate's twisted humor, with the former meeting his demise in a blaze of glory amidst the field of battle, and the latter two vanishing in incidents shrouded by mysteries. With the death of the patriarch of Regalia and his heirs' disappearance, the young lord who was initially third in line for the succession of the ducal seat became its temporary occupant. And thus, the tale of him and his court begins… CHAPTER RELEASE: January 1st at 12:00 UTC

Author-san here! Well, you're smart to stop by here. So I won't praise you all anymore. (^_^)  This is my original work, and I know you all will like it. So shamelessly pop your popcorn and read away!  Oh… And don't forget to check out my other books: • I'm The King Of Technology •Help!: I Think My System Is Trying To Kill Me! And, •In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park... You can also visit my website for more books: https://LumydeeNovels.Gumroad.com/ Ps/// THE PACE WILL BE SLOW AT THE BEGINNING TO SET EVERYTHING IN MOTION. But after a while, it will pick up quickly. . . Now, back to the synopsis. Er-Erhmm.. (narrator-voice on) ... In another world called Blue Star, the famous son of wealth, Dorian D. Tian, is thrown into a whirl of unfortunate circumstances, resulting in his death. . His parents had a brutal car accident that left them in a coma, and his uncle had quickly taken over the company,  and seized the company, making sure that he was financially crippled for good. With that, the famous young master struggled desperately. And in the end, he gave in to his despair and depression, leaving the sad, lonely world. The end? Heh... Think again! Because in that brief moment, the lifeless corpse suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a deep calm look. That's right. Another mysterious soul had entered the body. But if one thought this story was just about revenge, then sorry... that wasn't even the half of it! .... The mysterious entity suddenly triggered an exorcist system. And from then on, both humans and even those from the underworld shuddered in fear and despair at the mysterious soul's cruelty. [Humans]: "Demon! Demon! You're definitely a demon!" [Demons]: "Help! Help! The famous demon wants to eat me!" [Evil Spirits]: "You!... Are you the one who is an evil spirit or us? Why the hell did it seem like you're the demonic one instead?" [Ghouls]: "You stay away from me! Stay away from me now, you evil entity!" [Hellhounds]: "Are you sure you're not the son of hades?" The system couldn't help looking at its host in doubt. Its indicators said that its host was indeed mortal. But why did it feel like something was wrong with its host? Dorian lightly chuckled in amusement. He would also like to ask the same question. What exactly was his identity? Well, this would be the biggest mystery of all. But Dorian wasn't in a hurry. Who were his enemies, and who were his allies? Soon, he would find the truth. In the meantime, why not play a little? "Demon! stay back!" "Oooo~~~... I... I want to go back to the underworld where it's safe." "Run for your lives! The demon is here!" …..

Death wanted her, a swing blade fell to claim her head. She was saved and Muninn now walks the world as something far more—something born from the will of the Forest Father, the True Immortal who first gave life to her race. Severed from death by his mysterious grace, her broken body was remade, transformed into a vessel for his power and purpose. No longer bound by the frailty of her former self, she is thrust into a mission that will reshape the fate of the worlds. Guided by the whispers of the Forest Father, Muninn sets forth, unaware of the storm of events she is about to set in motion. In a world where the line between life and death is blurred, and the divine hides behind a veil of secrecy, Muninn must navigate the perilous journey ahead—before the truths she holds destroy them all.

Kang Mari is a kind-hearted South Korean actress who has achieved international fame through her roles in romantic dramas and action films, but who still feels frustrated by a lack of freedom. Her life's going to change when the first trips to the set scenerios for filming her latest movie put in motion an unexpected plot of its own, two different stories intertwining with disastrous results. Kim Raon, on the other hand, is her polar opposite in the vastness of the multiverse, the ruthless director of the psychic-run Dragon Division, for which the greatest enigma yet will rise in her defiance. New dark threats will put her agency to the test; she will need to take tough decisions to secure her interests, all for which she stands, but also having to keep safe a world she's always resented. Both lifetimes will converge in a scenario of mystery and suspense, where both characters must face their own internal and external demons, raising the stakes of loyalty, power, and the struggle for truth and liberation in a crossroads where nothing is as it seems.

El Rey's menacing gaze bores into the waitress, his jaw clenched tight as he awaits her response. The crowd watches in silence, each person understanding the dire consequences of the situation, yet none willing to interfere. Finally, the waitress speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir," she stammers, her body trembling as she sinks to her knees, resigned to her fate. As the waitress lowers herself to the ground, El Rey's gaze travels downward, lingering on the curves of her exposed cleavage. Her meager uniform leaves little to the imagination, the fabric straining against her voluptuous figure. A smirk begins to creep across El Rey's face as he watches her, his eyes glinting with newfound interest. The situation may be to his advantage after all, he thinks, a dark hunger stirring within him. In a fluid motion, El Rey approaches the quivering waitress, enveloping her in a cloud of smoke. With his free hand, he reaches for the name tag on her chest, giving it a playful flick with his thumb. A predatory grin stretches across his face as he studies the name on the tag, savoring the moment. "Maria," he purrs, his voice low and silky as he leans in close, the heat of his breath tickling her ear. "You're going to make this up to me, aren't you, Maria?"

In the Boundless Void, the center of all existence, countless universes and multiverses spiraled in eternal motion. The Omni-Verse, an expanse containing infinite multiverses and universes governed by the Omni gods, was home to an eternal war between order and chaos, where the mighty Elder gods waged endless battles against the primal forces of Null who's every existence sought to destroy everything in its path, yet none could die in this cycle—immortality was their curse. This story, however, is not about that. It's about Hector, an orphan from the planet Ithar. Brilliant beyond measure, Hector had always been different, but in a world where strength ruled, his intellect meant little. Mocked by his peers, he was called weak, his beauty nothing more than a cruel joke in a society that valued power above all. While the world around him changed he remained untouched by the radiant auras that danced around his peers. The universe would soon learn that true power was not born of strength alone, but of unyielding will and unrelenting passion. As the threads of fate started to weave together, one question echoed through the cosmos: What happens when an ordinary soul becomes the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe?

Rytha: Bringer of Chaos tells the story of Rytha, a boy born into the illustrious Shirohaga Clan, known for their legendary strength and mystical abilities. From birth, he is celebrated as the clan’s future leader—until his hereditary powers fail to manifest. Disgraced, shunned, and labeled a failure, Rytha becomes the clan’s greatest disappointment. Amid the clan's disdain, a shadowy faction with knowledge of Rytha’s true potential sets their plan in motion. They frame him for the brutal massacre of his parents and several high-ranking members of the clan, casting him as a bloodthirsty murderer. Branded a traitor and exiled from his homeland, Rytha is sentenced to the most dangerous part of the spirit realm—Ivay—a place so treacherous that no human has ever survived its monstrous inhabitants. As Rytha’s powers finally awaken, he is forced to walk a dangerous path, grappling with newfound strength that borders on chaos and madness. Quiver warns him that the very power Rytha seeks to control has a dark side—one that, if unleashed, could not only destroy the Shirohaga Clan but also tear the fabric of the spirit realm apart. In this thrilling tale of exile, betrayal, and destiny, Rytha’s journey from weak to strong will determine the fate of both the physical and spirit realms. But will he become the hero the world needs—or the bringer of its destruction?

Maximillian's hands cupped Julian's face, his thumbs tracing the soft contours of the latter's jaw. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in an exchange of pheromones. Julian felt the heat radiating from Maximillian's body, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Only a whisper of space separated their lips from each other. Maximillian's voice was a husky sigh against Julian's mouth. "If you don't want this, push me away." The challenge hung heavy in the air, but Julian met it head-on. "I do," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting Maximillian's in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry. ------------------ A catastrophic meteorite impact triggered the first evolution. A devastating global viral pandemic forced the second evolution. Insatiable human greed drove the third evolution. What does it feel like to play hide-and-seek with your enemy during the day, and entangle with him during the night? Julian Haas, a male omega, formerly known as Laurent Krausser, shot Atticus Bates, a male alpha responsible for his father's demise. The murder attempt failed and ended in an explosive collapse, landing Julian in a hospital. The National Bureau of Security, tasked with investigating the fiery demise of the building, brought alpha Maximillian Grant face-to-face with the enigmatic omega, the only other survivor of the tragedy. Intent on gaining a second chance for revenge, Julian started to approach Maximillian. Unable to resist Julian's seductive advances, Maximillian was soon drowning in not only the omega's intoxicating scent but also the murky secrets at the heart of the third evolution. Warning tag : NOT a slow burn romance, a lot of smut scenes

In a world where ancient magic entwines with immortal bloodlines, Myhra the youngest commander in Royal Army and member of Silver Council returns to her village after three-years. Some event in the past had forced, trigger Myhra to join the army. She's blood magic user, rare, from the ancient, immortal bloodline.  She was drawn to Redstone castle as someone had taken a blood oath there, forcing her powers to protect the subject taken. It was in her bloodline to protect the one who takes the blood oath as binding the blood oath and they became slaves of the protector. The bloodline unleashes the power accordingly, as Myhra's bloodline enable the vampires to see in daylight, and allow them to eat food and experience a human life which could turn ordinary to extraordinary depending upon the the bond of oath. She killed a Zhelis, a shadow servant who serves the Dark King, his death would have consequences. By killing the Zhelis, Myhra had unknowingly set into motion a chain of events that would affect everything. It was a catalyst—one that would awaken the tale of many, whose fates had long been intertwined with the powers of the bloodline. *Cover art credit belongs to the rightful owner.

For years, he knew only stillness. Confined to a body that refused to move, unable to speak or act, his world was reduced to the smallest of motions—a blink, a breath. He had lived on the fringes of existence, watching life pass him by while his dreams withered, unreachable. On modern-day Earth, his broken body had long sentenced him to a life of quiet despair. Then the world changed. When the heavens split and the Cultivation Assist System descended, the rules of reality were rewritten. The Awakening brought power, opportunity, and a spark of hope to every corner of the world. For him, it brought a miracle: the chance to heal. The system mended the broken shell that had confined him for so long, restoring his strength and granting him the body he had always longed for. For the first time in years, he stood, felt the earth beneath his feet, and believed he could rise alongside the world’s new era. But even miracles have limits. While others rushed into the grand Pagodas—the centers of knowledge and cultivation where the strongest paths began—he was denied entry. Barred from the heart of the Awakening, he was forced to endure its trials on the outskirts. Every step forward came harder for him than it did for others. He clawed and fought for scraps of the opportunities others seemed to have handed to them. But he did not stop. Through sheer determination, he began to ascend. Slowly but surely, he carved out his place in the new world, defying the odds and the whispers of those who doubted him. He could see the life he had dreamed of—freedom, power, and the chance to soar—just within reach. But the world was not as kind as he believed. Just as he reached for the heights he had fought so hard to claim, betrayal struck. The knife that ended his life came not from an enemy, but from someone he thought loved him. The warmth of trust turned to the cold sting of death, and in his final moments, as the darkness took him, he wondered how he could have been so blind. But death was not the end. When he awakens again, in a new life and body, the memories of his first remain vivid and sharp. The struggles, the triumphs, and the bitter sting of betrayal—they burn within him, forging a determination that will not be silenced. The Cultivation Assist System is still there, but the rules of his second life are different, and the world he returns to is even more dangerous than before. Ashes to Apex follows the journey of a young man who rose from nothing, fought against impossible odds, and was struck down before he could truly soar. It is a tale of rebirth, ambition, and the unyielding drive to rise beyond the limits of fate. As the embers of his first life ignite a new flame, one question remains: How far can he rise before the ashes of his past threaten to consume him once more?

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold

In a world where the forces of good and evil are locked in an eternal struggle, a decisive battle unfolds on a sunlit battlefield. On one side, the humans stood in disciplined rows, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, banners fluttering in the wind. On the other side, a lone figure in a dark robe, eyes glowing red, and a crazed smile on his face, stood defiantly. "Devil, surrender now or face our wrath!" the leader of the human army commanded. The so-called devil remained silent, raising his hand and beckoning them with a taunting gesture. "Come get me," his motion seemed to say. That was the signal. The army charged forward, weapons raised, determined to vanquish the evil before them. But as the battle commenced, it quickly turned into a one-sided massacre. The devil moved with terrifying speed and power, cutting down soldiers left and right. The cries of the fallen filled the air, and those at the back, seeing the hopelessness of their fight, turned and fled in panic. "Running away, are we?" the devil sneered. "Don't think you'll escape alive!" He pursued them relentlessly, his massacre unceasing until only the leader remained, standing amidst the carnage. "You truly are a devil," the leader gasped, his voice trembling. "I am not the devil," the figure replied, his voice cold and menacing. "I am Blackheart." With that, Blackheart seized the leader's head and, with a gruesome twist, tore it from his body. Holding the severed head aloft, he shouted to the heavens, "Are you going to keep watching, oh 'god,' or do I need to do more to get your attention?" His crazed smile never wavered as he awaited a response from the silent sky. --------------------------------------------------------- Will the god respond to Blackheart's taunt, or will the world be left to face his wrath alone? What is Blackheart's true purpose, and why does he seek the attention of the divine? Can anyone stand against Blackheart's overwhelming power, or is humanity doomed to fall before him? Find out in THE DEVIL'S SUCCESSOR SYSTEM

It’s all just fantasy. I mean, boredom can kill, but the driving force behind it—lack of interest—is its mother. It’s hard to become good at nothing, you know? What’s the story here? Damn, I have no clue. It doesn’t make me happy to not improve, though. Everything I write is distorted by my lack of skill, and the more I think about it, the lazier I get. When is the end of the world, anyway? I mean, why drag things out so pointlessly? If the world is going to keep spinning, then at least make me immortal, give me all the powers—something! I don’t know, damn it. What’s the point of prolonging a world where I can’t even figure myself out? But hey, don’t worry. Maybe there will be a story to tell. I’ll write as I go, word by word, and it’s funny, isn’t it, how my synopsis accidentally ended up being 666 words long? Or maybe it wasn’t accidental. Maybe it was destiny’s cruel little joke, mocking my inability to finish anything I start. Every time I sit down to write, it’s like fighting a battle with my own brain. One part of me wants to create something meaningful, something worth remembering. The other part? It’s too busy obsessing over every flaw, every missed opportunity, every word that doesn’t quite fit. And the cycle goes on: the more I try, the more I fail, and the more I fail, the less I want to try. It’s a loop, endless and exhausting, a treadmill of self-doubt that I can’t seem to step off. And then there’s the world. Don’t even get me started on the world. Every day feels like a rerun of the same bad show, the same tired plotlines, the same inevitable decline. The news is a nightmare. People are either fighting over nonsense or pretending everything is fine when it clearly isn’t. Climate change, wars, injustice—pick your poison. It’s like watching a slow-motion car crash and knowing you can’t do anything to stop it. But then again, what would I even do if I had the power? Let’s say I was immortal, let’s say I had every power imaginable—what then? Would I fix things? Would I save the world? Or would I just use those powers to escape, to build my own little pocket universe where none of this nonsense exists? Honestly, I’m not sure I trust myself to do the right thing. I’d probably just waste all that power trying to create something perfect, only to watch it fall apart like everything else. It’s frustrating, you know? Feeling like you’re stuck in a world that doesn’t make sense, with a mind that can’t seem to do what it’s supposed to. Writing, for example—it should be simple, right? Just put words on a page. But it’s never that easy. Every word feels like a risk, every sentence like a gamble. What if it’s not good enough? What if people read it and hate it? What if no one reads it at all? And yet, despite all that, I keep writing. Why? Maybe it’s because, deep down, I believe there’s still a story worth telling. Or maybe I’m just stubborn. Either way, here I am, pouring my thoughts onto the page, hoping that somehow, some way, it’ll all come together. Maybe it won’t. Maybe this will just be another unfinished project, another half-baked idea that never goes anywhere. But at least I tried, right? And who knows? Maybe this is the story. Not some grand epic about heroes and villains, but something smaller, quieter—a story about trying and failing and trying again. A story about someone who doesn’t have all the answers, who’s still figuring things out. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s all any of us can really do: keep going, keep trying, keep telling our stories, even when it feels like no one’s listening. So here it is, my 666-word synopsis. It’s messy and flawed and probably not what you were expecting. But it’s mine, and for now, that’s enough.

Nikita Aasher, a young female doctor who has been through hell and back, raped by her very best friend on the night their graduation ceremony, her life is plugged into darkness and things become even worse when she finds out she is pregnant with his child. Her father convinces her to abort the child but she doesn't agree with him and stubbornly decided to keep it, hence her father arranges a marriage for her with his friend's son Zackwin Tristill who falls in love with her at the very first sight. Nikita finds it hard to accept him into her life as she knows that she might never be able it love him and he will get nothing out of their relationship, Will Zackwin be able to melt her frozen heart, will she ever accept him in her life. follow Nikita as she finds her self going through the motions of love and revenge.

Aurora Devane had one mission: revenge. At eighteen, Aurora Devane is consumed by a singular goal—take back everything her treacherous family stole from her and her deceased mother. Entering a contracted marriage with Daniel Froster, the nation’s most powerful and enigmatic billionaire, she sets her plan into motion. But Daniel is more than she bargained for, and as they play their dangerous game, the lines between pretense and passion blur. The closer Aurora gets to achieving her vengeance, the more entangled she becomes in a web of lies, hatred, and betrayal. Dark secrets and unexpected alliances force her to question everything she thought she knew. Will the true heiress sacrifice her newfound love to achieve her revenge, or will fate’s cruel hand thrust her into a perilous choice between retribution and redemption?

I slammed my fists against my temples, the pain shooting through my skull like a jagged lightning bolt. "What's wrong with you, Hailey?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the hospital room walls. "Why can't you remember? Just remember who you were!" The machines surrounding me sprang to life, their beeps and alarms blaring in a cacophony of sound. My heart rate spiked, and my hormones surged, sending my body into a frenzy. Suddenly, a flurry of white coats burst into the room. Nurses rushed to my side, their faces etched with concern. One of them quickly injected a sedative into my IV, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. As the darkness closed in, I caught a glimpse of the nurses' worried faces, their mouths moving in slow motion as they spoke words I couldn't quite hear. The machines continue to beep and whirl, their sounds fading into the distance as I succumbed to the darkness.

Reincarnation, fantasy, and magic, in my past life world there was no such thing yet I read some literary works for a spare time. There were even jokes that one's potential can even grow further if there's those factors around. Reincarnated in another world as one of the royals in a fantasy world in a country called The United Covenant of Chevalynthea, it indeed hit a jackpot as I started setting my plans and desire to motion while throwing in my contributions under the different alias, and enjoying the presence of magic. The best part? The country's classified component and all the living founders of the country approved it as per practice and tradition for a royalty to know the ways of the world itself, and to train and get stronger. While it remained that way ever since in that arrangement of training, I watched things unfolded with a merging of the worlds phenomena that had myself encounter new individuals and new information during my adventure out from it. "MwahahahahaI I know what you will say next as befitting of your stature and personality in this scene you and your lackeys created. I got many ways to deal with imbeciles such as yourself just as I had done to a certain laughing stock of a disbanded political party from Segliora." "It's not my fault your former fiancée enjoys my presence and my insights about the roles of royalty in a country and what should be their stage in the world itself, and magic. You got like what? Your engagement broke off and led in this situation. Speaking of which, your former country and world, you know the terms simp and generic male harem MC? If that is so, then you don't really get things here including her very own homeland in this changed magical fantasy world because this country is a constitutional monarchy state as such the monarch and the royal family must be strong and be there for their subjects as per the creed and the factor of this world having magic. In other words, you're an imbecile." "Another day of a member of nobility being a frog in the well at matters and discrimination because of this country's magic system. Allow this passing errant ehrenschertmagier to say hi." "Using religion to fatten your pockets and running away from the act? Mwahahaha! Let this errant ehrenschertmagier have you 'sing'." "Mwahahaha! Surprised? That's one of my personal creation spells." I ponder to myself, "Is it wrong for a reincarnated royalty in this fantasy world of magic to go incognito and seek out adventure? I guess not." P.S. Also published in Wattpad and Scribblehub.

Kat grumbled a little before reluctantly quieting down, allowing Lucian speak. He continued, his eyes locking onto hers. "The second thing the mark does is tie your fate to the Kelpie's. I injured it badly. stabbed it in the back and it's neck. If it dies because of those wounds, you will die too." She felt a cold shock wash over her. "What? That's insane! Why would I die if it dies?" "The mark it put on you," Lucian explained, his hands never stopping their motion with the pen. "As the Kelpie suffers, so will you. It's dying now, and if it succumbs to its injuries, you'll follow soon after." "Wow, Katherine, way to go. You really outdid yourself," Kat muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. "Seeing a wet horse despite the dry weather wasn't enough for you to think something was wrong." "You saw it wet?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows frowning slightly. "Huh?... Yeah, is something wrong with that?" Kat asked, wondering why the horse being wet was more important to him at the moment than her dying. Lucian didn't say anything but just stared at the girl in front of him. 'There is something more to her, I just can't tell what it is' he thought. To further confirm his suspicion, he moved closer to Kat, closing the distance between them. He reached for the shoulder of her dress and pulled it down. The sudden action startled Kat. She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing, pervert? Get away from me!" She tried hitting him, but she barely had the strength to sit up, let alone push him away. Lucain paused, staring at her bare shoulder. Kat followed his gaze and gasped. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. On her shoulder was a strange mark, like a tattoo of a hoof print with foreign writing within it. Lucain hummed thoughtfully, his expression still impassive. 'As I thought, she shouldn't be able to see it, but she can. That's unusual for a human.' Kat frantically tried to wipe the mark off. "Why won't it come off?" "That's the Kelpie's mark," He pointed out, his tone remained indifferent. Panic surged through Kat. She hadn't just narrowly escaped death; it was now chasing her, bound to her by an invisible tether. "Is there any way to break the bond...mark whatever it is? I don't want to die," she asked desperately, her eyes searching Lucian's for any sign of hope. Lucian's expression stayed the same. "I don't intend to let you die so soon," he said. "We can replace the Kelpie's bond with another bond." Kat clung to this glimmer of hope. "How do we do that?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for a solution. "It requires a new bond, a stronger one that can override the Kelpie's," Lucian explained, his demeanor calm and composed. Before she could ask what he meant, Lucian reached out and gently pecked her on the forehead. Kat froze, completely caught off guard by the unexpected action. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she barely had time to react before he pulled her into a gentle embrace, careful not to hurt her already pained body. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from their conversation to this intimate moment. The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. She caught the scent of rosewood and felt his firm body against hers, making her heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Kat's heart pounded in her chest. She felt Lucian's face bury itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened slightly. She winced as she felt a sharp pain. Lucian's fangs sank into her neck, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulder, her fingers digging into his shoulder.... **** disclaimer: cover not mine.

Title:Fate's Design Synopsis: When billionaire Nathan Harris collides with ordinary woman Tatiana Lewis on the streets of New York, fate sets in motion a love story that will change them forever. Nathan, a self-assured and confident billionaire, is drawn to Tatiana's authenticity and beauty. However, Tatiana, having been unlucky in love, has built walls around her heart. As Nathan pursues Tatiana, she finds herself torn between her attraction to him and her distrust of his wealthy lifestyle. But Nathan is determined to win her heart and prove that their love is worth fighting for. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, they must confront their own demons and the societal pressures that threaten to tear them apart. Will Nathan and Tatiana find a way to make their love work, or will their differences prove too great to overcome? Fate's Design is a heartwarming romance novel about the power of love to transform and redeem, even in the unlikeliest of circumstances.

Destiny and reincarnation intertwined endlessly and suddenly disrupted the instant the ancient jade pendant met his grasp. The gears of fate groaned to life once again, their motions shrouded in uncertainty as the outcome lingered... A connection forged across three thousand years awakened when two wandering souls collided amidst an unplanned encounter. Chaos gripped both earth and sky with the dragon's roar shaking the foundations of existence and extinguishing heavenly light. As frost met steel, a formidable blade caused ten thousand swords to kneel in reverence, vanquishing divine beings and demonic forces with unrelenting might. Half a lifetime unraveled as fleeting dreams gave way to camaraderie—brothers side by side while seeking ultimate mastery of the sword’s essence. In another realm of experience, an earthly life unfolded rich with bonds—a kindred spirit beside them under falling blossoms brewing wine; laughter rippling through mortal struggles with unshaken resolve. For a true swordsman forges their weapon from their own heart; a warrior fights not merely for triumph but for kindness carried within them. Seeking neither regrets nor unattainable perfection, they stand steadfast to guard what they hold dear—a blade in hand becoming an extension of a noble spirit fueled by love, loyalty, and an unwavering will to protect without remorse or hesitation.