I M Melting Witch

Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Until the promised time comes. I will play her father. A mob from an evil organization that, after surviving the final battle against the heroes, has to face the tough mission of pretending to be the dad of the defeated boss of the organization in a society full of heroes... I give all credit to the proper creator, this is just a fan translation.

Reborn in a fantasy world with two brothers and a full set of parents Yeah, sounded decent until I realized my brothers were annoying, dramatic, and somehow even louder than me. Then my mother left me. Why? Because I looked too human. She took my elf-eared brothers and walked away. I got left behind with my poor human dad, in a crumbling farmhouse on the edge of nowhere. So here I am: a newborn, cold, cranky, and ready to fight the entire world. They can keep their glowing eyes and destiny speeches. i’ve got a skill system, a reputation to build, and receipts for everyone who ever doubted me. She wanted to throw me away? Big mistake. Huge.

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

Life is unfair. That's something I figured out when I was young. It's not just life but the world itself is unfair. I was an orphan who joined a game design company trying to survive. But I was fired when the owner's son wanted the damn job. Thankfully I had backup plans. However, all those were thrown out the window when I was thrust into the world of one of the stories I created. My first story. And honestly, I felt...happy. This was a place where I could take advantage of everything! I could live a peaceful yet rich life! All I had to do was follow the story. There was one problem though. I was an extra. And to add to that I had no memory of who I was. ___________ Ok so just a little disclaimer this is obviously based on The Author's POV but I did also base it mostly on ORV as well as IOAMI

Dungeons, Floors, and Minions. They have one thing in common, and that is, only creatures born from a dungeon's core can manage them. These creatures of unmatched powers are called Dungeon Bosses. Yet, what if... hiding amid these alien bosses, lay a human with the power to manage a dungeon herself? This is a Tale born from Chaos itself, where humans and monsters are at war. And in between, there exists a witch whose actions seem to overthrow both races' ideologies. Welcome to the Wich-log!

Khan is alone in a world where the weak are prey. With no talent for cultivation, his dream of greatness seems impossible. Yet, Khan refuses to let that stop him. Through The Record of Khan, a tome chronicling his extraordinary past, his descendant unveils a story of relentless struggle—against the world, his own limitations, and the odds stacked against him. On this journey, Khan discovers an unconventional cultivation method, carving a path to greatness that transforms not only himself but the world around him. From an ordinary man to a legend, his actions reshape the future and inspire generations to come. Will Khan’s determination be enough to overcome a fate written in weakness and achieve greatness? What to expect: -MC is not a good person, though he may appear to be at first. -MC does not have a harem, though future subordinates, nobles, etc., may have them. -A Cultivator World, Unfiltered: There is no equality, and morality bends to power -MC is not a wuss or overly deferential. -Eventual kingdom building, though expect to wait a while. -Business building (you don't have to wait that long). -MC has actual relationships with people. -Legacy building. - Mix between Cultivator world and Medieval world -MC transitions from slightly nice to cold-hearted and jaded over time. Expect a journey of self-discovery, where Khan faces not only external challenges but also the transformation of his own values and identity. Release: "I'll be posting on Fridays and Saturdays at 9:01 PM Gulf Standard Time (GST) / UTC+4." "9:01 PM UTC+4" Note: The tags and content warnings are there to give me freedom as I develop the light novel. Please feel free to share as much feedback as you can. Your feedback is invaluable! If something feels off or a character seems inconsistent, let me know.

The Kingdom of Cana was once known for being the bearers of magic. When those in power want more, they go to dark means to get it. Nobles are secretly creating a drug to heighten their magic powers, but when they start to use others' blood, it takes a turn. A bad batch called Sangra was given out to the addicted lower class. Loss of magical ability and a sun allergy were just a start of the side effects--they craved blood. Elfrea falls victim to being forced to drink the a vial of Sangra before being locked away. Centuries later Alea, a young witch, hides and steals to get by. For if witch hunters pick up on her trail it could be her end.

I'm sorry I existed

... “You told me you didn’t love her,” Ravyn whispered, her voice shaking. “And now she’s carrying your child?” The Alpha stared at her, cold. Unbothered. “She’s my betrothed. It was bound to happen.” The words felt like a knife straight through her ribs. She had slept with him last night. Let him touch her. Let him hold her like she was the only woman he’d ever want. And now another woman carried his child? Stupid. She’d been so stupid. ... “You can’t forcefully mate with me,” Ravyn said, smiling without warmth. “Unless you’re ready to drop dead.” The Beta’s warm green-golden eyes burned, his claws flexing. “I will make you mine,” he growled. “If not today—then soon. And when I do…” He stepped forward, watching the way her legs pressed tightly together. “I’ll tear through your mind until there’s no one left in it but me.” Ravyn swallowed. But she didn’t flinch. Let him try. She’d rip him apart before she let him win. ... “You’re the reason my mother was taken,” Ravyn said, voice like venom. “I did it to save mine,” he snapped. Her fingers curled into fists. “I should rip you to pieces.” “Then do it,” he whispered. “Because I’d do it all over again.” ... Three different men. Three different roles. An Alpha, a Beta, and a Rogue. And then there was her—a witch who hated werewolves with every bone in her body. So what do you mean she was fated to three of them? She came to the Court to find answers about her missing mother. She stayed to kill the monsters responsible. But the real betrayal? She fell into the arms of the very men she swore to destroy. She should’ve never danced at the castle. Should’ve never worn that mask. Should’ve never let herself feel. Because now, she was trapped. Bound by fate that states: > If she tries to break the mate bond—she dies. If they force her to accept it—they die. And still, they want her.

"I'm not impressed." He said and Kalina guessed the laughter in his words. "Still." She returned, trying to match his amusement and completely failing. That man had a knack for annoying her, that was for sure. ¿Why? Kalina didn't know for sure. She felt a little stupid about the discovery, but there was something else. Something attracted her to him, that was undeniable.

You're tired of those stories where the protagonist is an extra who embarks with his group and hides his power until no one knows when, right? Well... me too, and because of that I decided to create this book. Here none of that will happen, here you will find: Op protagonist; Class world where all awakened have a system screen; Kingdom building; Wars; No harem; Well-developed secondary characters; Villains that can make you love them and ask me for a happy ending for them (not all of them, of course, lol); Lots of action; and breathtaking fights; --------- Alex was on his way to work, hitching a ride on the school bus When suddenly time seemed to freeze and a whitish-purple portal enveloped the entire vehicle And the screaming took over everything, until a flash forced everyone to close their eyes When Alex and the rest of the vehicle's passengers opened their eyes after an unknown amount of time, all they saw was a green forest unlike anything they had ever seen before And a strange translucent screen appeared in everyone's vision and from then on things would never be the same again --------- 1 chapter per day releases, because I work and won't have much time available for 2 per day; Except on weekends, as these will be days of rest and I will be able to organize the story more calmly; But I guarantee that every wait for an update will be worth it; leave your comments and help me with stones A hug from your author who will one day be your favorite lol

In a kingdom ruled by ice and silence, Prince Kimo is known for his cold gaze, quiet distance, and a heart frozen by sorrow. But behind the stillness lies a dangerous secret—he possesses forbidden magic tied to nature itself, a power he's kept hidden from the eyes of the court and his controlling father, King Ryon. Then comes Oki, a kind-hearted maid with warmth that reaches where no one else dares. Her presence stirs something long buried in Kimo—not just memories of a gentler time, but a flicker of life and power he's tried to forget. As the king tightens his grip on the throne and his new queen, shadows move within the palace walls. Oki’s kindness becomes Kimo’s anchor, but also his greatest risk. Can her warmth unlock the power he’s kept sealed—or will it expose them both to destruction? Perfect—here’s a short and clear synopsis tailored for WebNovel vetting: --- A mature fantasy romance that explores emotional depth, slow-burn attraction, and royal intrigue—crafted responsibly and fully aligned with WebNovel’s content guidelines

Not only was she setup but she had everything taken away from her. Follow Zamira on a journey of revenge, self discovery, love and so much more

Mehrajān's heart is a fragile mosaic, pieced together by moments with the one person who defined her world—Muazam. In this reflective and raw exploration of love and loss, Mehrajān finds herself looking back at the memories of the boy she loved, the boy who was always just out of reach. Each chapter is a separate fragment of their intertwined lives, capturing a single moment that was forever marked by him. In one chapter, Mehrajān stands frozen in her kitchen, hearing a conversation between Muazam and her aunt that shatters her heart. His rejection of her—the very person who had quietly fallen for him—leaves her feeling lost and betrayed. Yet, this is only one of the many moments that have shaped her emotional landscape. Every recollection is a mixture of passion, pain, and nostalgia—memories of fleeting glances, whispered words, and unspoken connections that shaped her world. The narrative doesn't follow a linear path but instead unfolds like a scattered collection of thoughts and emotions, each memory tied to Muazam, each one a chapter of her heart. Through these fragments, Mehrajān grapples with the complexity of love, the sorrow of unrequited feelings, and the confusion of growing up in a world of family expectations and personal desires. [ CHOOSE ME ] is not just a love story—it's a tender journey through a girl’s heart, where love is never simple, and the memory of someone can change everything. Through each chapter, readers will find themselves drawn into Mehrajān’s world, feeling the weight of her unspoken love and the bittersweet truth that sometimes, memories are all that remain.

At first it was just an experiment, before he used it again and again. A machine with which Jack Sherman could swap the bodies of animals and humans. But the fun stopped when his sister was in a coma, his parents disappeared and his body died. Fortunately, he then met a family who took him in and can be happy with what he has. Will he find his way back to his old life? Will he see his parents again?

Seorang bocah keturuan faksi dewa yang disingkiran atas dasar intimindasi yang tidak disengaja orang lain, mencoba naik ketingkat yang sama dengan para pendahulunya, namun sesuatu terjadi sewaktu dirinya mulai berkembang

In a world where morality is a stat and every action is judged by the all-seeing System, Ren Kisaragi awakens to a twisted game mechanic— “Villain Login Complete. Every act of hatred grants you power.” Branded as a villain overnight for a crime he didn't commit, Ren is hunted by heroes, shunned by friends, and cursed by the world. But for every glare, every betrayal, every blade aimed at his heart… He levels up. Now, surrounded by enemies and under constant surveillance, Ren must play the role they’ve forced on him—not to destroy the world, but to rewrite it. Because while heroes chase fame, the villain rewrites the rules. But how long can he survive, when becoming stronger means becoming more hated—and when the line between the mask and the man starts to blur?

Having only her younger brother to trust in her " Family" she moved to another COUNTRY they thought she could be easily bullied. they Never expected her to be so RUTHLESS .

Entwined between court politics, warfare and aristocratic families; two souls fending for self, find true strength in each other's company. The disgraces of Xu family and Lu family get tied in an imperial marriage decree. General Xu Guoqiang former crown prince gets stripped of his title and royal status and becomes commoner, he rose in ranks as a formidable General. Lady Lu Wei, after losing her parents, lived with her uncle's family, an ambitious court historian who will have his niece and daughter marry into powerful family just to rise in rank. Guoqiang and Weiwei never met each other even on their wedding day, their first encounter happens after two years of their marriage, when general arrives victorious from war. The only communication made was through exchanging letters, both have their hearts frozen from any affection only to have it thaw with time. A slow burn story of an independent lady and a ruthless warrior. Every tragedy in their discourse is a new low, a 'Fall From Grace,' and every struggle is a new rise, a zenith.

( This story will be uploaded on Inkitt app. so want to read full story? download Inkitt app and search for Can A Dark Heart Melt? and continue from where you stopped) This story is strictly rated 18+. It contains dark scenes. So, don't read if you can't handle it. DARK HEART TRILOGY: BOOK ONE "She doesn’t feel. She doesn’t forgive. And this time—she won’t stop." Lyric Cassandra Sandras is not a girl. She’s a curse wrapped in flesh, a devil parading in silence. Her heart? Long turned to stone. Her soul? Shattered and scattered across the graves of her past. Emotionless. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Still as death, until provoked. And when provoked... her rage is a silent storm that swallows everything. She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. She burns. Only one person has ever mattered—Lilian Garcia. Her tether. Her reason. But Lyric hides it well. Pretends she doesn’t care, because caring is a weakness. And Lyric doesn’t do weakness. When she transfers to Diamond College—an elite sanctuary for the spoiled and the savage—she becomes the target. Dressed in black, silent as a shadow, they thought she was prey. Until the convoy arrived. Until the hood dropped. Until she looked them in the eyes and smiled. The A⁴—four Golden Boys who rule the school with fists and secrets—believed they were the darkness. Then they met her. They couldn’t break her… so they broke Lilian. Left her bloodied and hospitalized. Their mistake? Thinking Lyric would spare them. She won’t. And then he appeared. One of them. The leader. The cruelest of them all. But he looks just like him—her twin brother. The same boy she watched lowered into the dirt sixteen years ago. He’s the first person in over a decade who calms the voice inside her. The voice that hungers for blood. But calming the storm doesn’t stop the destruction—it delays it. What happened sixteen years ago still claws at her from the dark. And this time, it’s ready to surface. She’s not looking for love. She’s looking for war. And God help anyone who stands in her way.

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Dia lahir di keluarga berada, tapi manusia memiliki kebosanan yang tidak masuk akal termasuk dia yang ingin meninggalkan hidup hedon nya dan lebih memilih mencoba banyak pekerjaan dan tinggal sendirian. Tapi itu bukan inti dari cerita, selama dia menjalani kehidupan nya sebagai penguji semua pekerjaan, dia mendapatkan hal hal buruk termasuk hal yang berkaitan dengan hantu, tidak heran jika ibunya dukun.

is it really that complicated is it really that hard I'm just curious did no one learn anything from Salem I thought people were fans of Twilight and what the heck is wrong with your government!!? oh yes everything! Spell for Kindness and Open-Mindedness (A Charm Against Condescending Pricks and Judgy Jerks) By the warmth of empathy and the light of truth, Let hearts grow gentle, and minds uncouth Be softened, humbled, made aware— Let kindness, not judgment, fill the air. Ingredients: A pink candle (for compassion) A pinch of salt (to cleanse negativity) A feather (for lightness of spirit) A small stone (for grounding and humility) A piece of paper and a pen Instructions: Prepare the Space: Place the pink candle in the center. Arrange the salt, feather, and stone around it. On the paper, write: “Let me see with open eyes, Speak with care, and not despise. May my heart be kind and true, May I judge not, nor misconstrue.” Light the Candle: As the flame grows, sprinkle the salt around the candle in a gentle circle, saying: “Salt to cleanse, flame to warm, Let harshness fade, let kindness form.” Hold the Feather: Wave the feather over your head and shoulders, imagining it brushing away arrogance, condescension, and judgment. Say: “Feather light, take flight, Remove the urge to mock or slight.” Ground with the Stone: Hold the stone in your hand, feeling its weight. Say: “Stone of earth, keep me grounded, Humble, honest, never hounded By pride or scorn or cruel intent— Let my words be kindly meant.” Recite the Spell: Read aloud what you wrote on the paper. Then add: “May I never call another mad, When their world has gone so bad. May I listen, may I care, And never judge what I can’t bear.” Close the Ritual: Blow out the candle, fold the paper, and tuck it somewhere you’ll see it often (wallet, mirror, phone case). Carry the stone with you for a day as a reminder. May this spell help you—and those around you—trade arrogance for empathy, and judgment for understanding. The world’s got enough pricks; be the reason someone feels safe, not silenced.