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The World Is Just That Cruel

The World That Broke

"Ordinary, My Ass!" Look, I didn’t ask to be dropped into a parallel world. But if I had to end up somewhere, at least I got the wife of my dreams. Hot, smoking, and somehow willing to put up with me? I was living the life. Sure, I was just some ordinary guy with no powers, no fame, and no drama. Did I care? Not really. Then I found out my firstborn kid was the protagonist of a novel I used to write back in my old world. Yeah, the one with all the dangerous monsters, overpowered hunters, and a world-ending plotline. Oh, and that mysterious aura stuff? Turns out it’s real. And guess who doesn’t have any? Now, the hunters are eyeing me, the monsters are smelling me, and my wife is way too chill about it all. Me? I’m definitely screwed. Being ordinary sounded fine—until I found out how much of a death sentence it actually was. “I am sorry, Reynard,” said the wife. Okay… she might not be chill at all. The world used to be round. And then it broke. What remained were fragments—floating islands, shattered continents, and ruins of a once-thriving civilization that defied the passage of time. The world was divided: the Claimed Lands, where order and remnants of humanity clung to life, and the Forbidden Regions, chaotic and wild, teeming with danger and untamed power. Between these fractured realms stood the hunters—protectors of the fragile peace and scavengers of a world long lost. They faced the monstrous, the mysterious, and the forbidden, carving out a semblance of hope amidst the chaos. Reynard Bright was no hunter. He was no hero. He was simply a man—ordinary in every way, or so he believed. But in a world as unpredictable as this, even the most unremarkable lives can hide extraordinary truths. As Reynard struggles to find his place in this broken world, he discovers unsettling secrets—about his family, his past, and himself. And when the shadows of his own creations begin to emerge, Reynard is faced with a question he cannot ignore: Was he truly as ordinary as he thought? Or was he bound to play a greater role in the story of this fractured existence? In a world teetering on the edge of survival, even the smallest ripple can reshape destiny. Note: Rewrite. Original Title: Novel's Dad? What to expect: *Single romance *Parenting *Complicated power sets/Auras *Cultivation *Interesting power system *inspired by Hunter X Hunter *inspired by Peerless Dad *inspired by The Novel's Extra
Alfir · 33.3K Views

Enchanting The Cruel Prince

A lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand. Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born. All Alyssane desired was to find her home. One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince. She knows how things would end. But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near. And he’s always near. Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should. In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “What are you hiding?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.” A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?” "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. “Everything.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Thank you for stopping by~! Enchanting The Cruel Prince is in a beta phase that I am slowly developing by managing a few hours from my packed schedule. The updates will remain slow, but if you enjoy the story, you can add it to your library and revisit it when there are more chapters or the novel is completed. Feel free to share any thoughts you have in the comments. Happy reading!
Alancaster · 304.2K Views

The Greatest Forbidden Mage is Just A Chef

Jack, a fanatic of food and a self-acclaimed 'five star cook', suddenly transported into the other world. It was so sudden, and so ordinary, Jack can't feel his survival mode kicked in the moment he transported. But even in this alien land, Jack did not abandon his fanatism over food. Though, there's one problem. "What is this?! No salt, no pepper, the meat were even still raw!!!" Nothing could satisfy his modern tongue. And so, once again, he forced to cook for himself. And yet, "There's no refrigerator... no oven... no dry agers... h-how could I cook MY food?!" The absence of modern kitchen appliance has made him depressed. Thus, in desperation, he learnt magic, hoping for it to be able to substitute for modern equipment. Searching for tome, grimoire, or any other form of magical items. Then creating the spell, or, if lucky, stumble upon tome which record his very much needed magic in details. From the spell for deboning, blood draining, to the spell that literally slows down time. He hoard them all, using it almost everyday, and accidentally mastering them. Unknowingly... caused mayhem. "Wh-what are you...?" "... A cook, sir." "Ho! Are ya that mage that spook my brats, eh? Ye'r the real deal, I thought yer not. Lads! I challenge you!!" "... please stop making a ruckus, you'll scare my livestocks. And also, I refuse. I'm a cook, not a fighting lunatic." "I see. You're definitely strong. Huhu, I like you. Join me. I'll give your far better treatment than other organization. I promise in the name of Snow White." "But I'm just a cook, Miss..." No matter how hard he told everyone, they all never buy the truth. That he is just a cook. Leave with no choice, Jack starts to appear in the world despite his own quarantine. And there's only two things he's famous for. His rumored strength, and his spell. "But I'm a cook?!!"
decadence_1 · 174 Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 36.1K Views

The Cruel Horizon

Shadows stretch longer, whispers grow louder, and the world of Obinai Nobunaga, a teen trying to figure out his place in the world begins to unravel in ways that defy understanding… *whispering frantically, their voice trembling* “They’re… they’re dead. They’re all dead. I don’t… how did this happen? How could this happen?” *pausing, breathing heavily, pacing* “No, no, no, no, no. This can’t—this can’t be my fault. I didn’t… I wouldn’t… I couldn’t have done it. Right? Right?” *laughing nervously, almost hysterically* “I mean, it’s not like I just—no! No, stop it! Think. Think! There has to be an explanation. There has to be!” *voice breaking, barely above a whisper* “But what if it was me? What if… what if I did this? Oh God… oh God, what have I done?” *slumping to the ground, gripping their head* “Why can’t I remember? Why can’t I—” sobbing now “I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” Those who dare to hope must ask: When you strip away the comforting lies, will you embrace the shards of truth—or bleed by their edge? This novel is a mix of fantasy and and light sci-fi that explores dark themes. I can’t say much but it’s all a journey…a messy one…but a journey all the same. Come and observe the main character as he progresses…to rid himself of someone…and uncover the secrets of this world. Hope you Enjoy :) (Updates are 1 chapter every day... This is also on Royal Road and ScribbleHub and Wattpad...review it there too)
2Gud2BTrue · 3.6K Views

The Throne is Yours, The World is Mine

Betrayed. Executed. Forgotten. Emilia Sylvester, the once-feared vampire queen, was dethroned by her husband, King Darius Lysander, for his sweet and seemingly innocent half-blood mistress after the victorious war. Locked in a dungeon for fifty years with her legs cut off, Emilia thought death would be her only release. But when she opens her eyes after the brutal execution, she’s back at that grand ball, the very night her husband demanded a divorce to marry the woman who ruined her. “Because of your callous attitude, our marriage is over. I intend to take Rosalia as my bride.” Divorce was rare in vampire society, especially among the royal bloodlines. For a prince to divorce his wife and take a hybrid vampire, a half-blood, as his queen? It was scandal of the highest order. But Emilia was no longer his obedient pawn. “If that is your will, my prince,” she said, her voice calm and composed, “then who am I to stand in your way?” This time, Emilia has no intention of fighting for a war that only brought her pain. Let the half-blood Rosalia and Darius deal with the backstabbing court and the weight of the vampire kind on the brink of chaos. Emilia has better plans. She’s done playing by anyone else’s rules. Walking away from the vampires and into the territory of the werewolves, Emilia discovers she’s far from powerless. As a former peace negotiator, she knows how to handle wolves, especially the dangerous alphas, but she never expected them to be so eager to handle her. This time, she won’t choose love anymore. Once is enough.
Draconis_Lee · 239 Views
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