Saint Tail Opening

【Urban edition of a passionate and exhilarating story!】 I have set foot on the summit of the mountain, and have also fallen into the abyss! An extraordinary genius, returning to the city!

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

An ancient saying goes, "First is fate, second is luck, third is Feng Shui." Ye Qing, the strongest Special Forces soldier born with the Life Grid of the coiling dragon and carrying the Crouching Tiger Feng Shui, resolutely left the army to head south in order to save his only kidnapped younger brother. However, in this glittering and indulgent city, forbearance proved futile, and only the fist served as the real truth. Short of breath from heroic struggles and entangled in affairs of the heart, he ultimately could not overcome the brutal Law of Survival. And he, vowed to become the maker of that Law of Survival!

A good-for-nothing who went missing for three years finally made his comeback! He successfully inherited ancient powers that defy the heavens! Proficient in medical skills and spells, the city was at his whim—everything was in his favor!

In a world where power is carved from blood and cruelty, Edric has only known life in chains. Born a slave, he’s dragged into a sacred experiment meant to forge the perfect weapon. Now, marked by fire and something far worse, Edric is thrown into the arena—where the weak are broken, and the strong are bought. As he struggles to master the thing growing inside him, he draws the attention of nobles, demons in human skin, and a princess who sees him as hers...

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

un mundo de fantasia modernizado, muchas de las razas que se consideran fantasiosas viven en la modernidad con cada defecto. seguiremos a un elfo diferente a los de su raza, usando su poder para sobrevivir en este mundo.

In the martial world where spiritual cultivation and technology reign supreme, the Bai family has dominated the empire for centuries. Being the only girl born over generations, Bai Yuqi has always been the precious little princess of the Bai family. Yet in a world where strength determines worth, her low cultivation marks her as the family's greatest shame. Her world turns into a nightmare when she is kidnapped. Bloodied, bruised, and desperate, she manages to escape into the wild until she collapses by a river. There, she comes face to face with a girl who looks exactly like her. Qin Xue Ran had been abandoned as a baby and raised in the countryside by an old man. People say she’s cold and distant, and honestly, that’s true. She doesn't feel things the same way other people do. She never expected to be claimed by a noble family, much less learn that she has a twin sister. To the Bai family, these twins are their greatest treasures. To the world, they’re the Bai family’s greatest flaws. One is a sheltered princess with weak cultivation and the other is a country girl who didn't know how to fit in. So everyone waited for the twins to make fools of themselves and drag the prestigious Bai family name through the mud. Yet, the moment the twins step into the martial world, they begin to shatter every expectation. Hidden talents? Unrivaled. Spiritual power? Unleashed. Mysterious identities? Unveiled. One by one, they expose secrets that send shockwaves, leaving everyone who doubted them in disbelief.

Sometimes, Gods walk among us. We just don't notice because we aren't capable of perceiving them as they are. However, when one such Goddess realizes that She is unable to remember who She is supposed to be, history starts to change forever. Join our unnamed Goddess as She travels around our world, meeting with strange Gods and even stranger mortals as She searches for the truth of who She is.

The Nine-Tailed Legacy is an epic tale of destiny, power, and the battle between light and darkness. Aiko, an orphan shunned by her village for her unnatural abilities, discovers she is the last descendant of the Kyūbi no Kitsune, a mystical nine-tailed fox spirit of immense power. Hunted by the ruthless Onibane clan and shadowed by ancient prophecies, she must embrace her lineage before the world falls into chaos. Joined by the enigmatic swordsman Ryou, the cunning priestess Mei, and an unexpected ally from her past, Aiko embarks on a journey to unlock the secrets of her ancestors. As she hones her powers, she faces enemies both mortal and supernatural, including the Demon Prince Raizan, whose awakening threatens to consume the world. With war on the horizon and fate pulling her toward a final confrontation, Aiko must decide—will she wield her power to protect, or will she become the very force of destruction she was feared to be? The balance of the realms hangs in the hands of the last Kyūbi.

"At least I wouldn't be boring edgy overpowered sword-wielding chosen hero!" Kyle, an average citizen of modern Europe, is a D&D player, MMORPG gamer and avid anime watcher, who often likes to play a "main character" in games. He, alongside his friend group, is a huge hater of Isekai and Transmigration genre. What irony it is, that right after a rant about how "generic power fantasy main characters are boring", he gets summoned into a fantasy world... AS THE HERO'S PARTY'S HEALER?!

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

In the silence of Earth—abandoned, starved, forgotten—Leif Ayers wandered. One among millions left to scavenge the husk of humanity’s first home. Then came the orb. A breath of light in the dark. A whisper in the rust. He touched it—and the world tore open. Dragged into a realm beneath thought, he met the eyes of infinity. Countless, watching, knowing. And from the void stepped the Prophet, a being of shifting shadow and cruel wisdom, who named Leif the Saint—the one fated to walk the Seraphic Path. To awaken what slumbers within, Leif must bleed across the Lattice of Fate: a sacred labyrinth of living gateways and trials woven by an ancient mind. Through training, agony, and impossible choices, he will forge his soul into a weapon. He will become what he must. But the Lattice is no mere structure. It pulses. It thinks. It dreams in the voice of the Prophet. And it has already begun to shape him. (Release 1k word chapters every Monday and Thursday)

"God, please. If you are real, make my one last wish come true. Let me live." When Callisto got diagnosed with an incurable genetic disorder at age 5, she was expected to live for only ten more years. With her life on its last leg, Callisto underwent an operation that has a one in a million chance of success called the Mutated DNA Fusion, granting her wish to live. However, the operation gave her more than what she wished for. With her black hair turned silver, cat ears overhead, and a tail from her behind, Callisto now has to live her life as a half-human and half-animal, a catgirl.

Once something is created its limits are set. like how durable hammer could be before it breaks after such a long time. But what if the hammer had no such limitations? Would that not be by itself a miracle? But if such a thing could be created what would that make its creator? An omnipotent being? a God? Or perhaps a Saint of Miracles who wields a Hammer to create something that couldn’t be created?

In a world where faith fuels power and Divinity separates legends from mortals, Saints are the last line of defense against a rising tide of evil — demons, warlocks, witches, vampires, and other creatures birthed from shadows and sin. At the heart of this holy war stands Saint Academy, the most elite institution on Earth where chosen youths are trained to become divine warriors. But entry into this world is reserved for the powerful... and the privileged. Until now. Damien Gray, a 15-year-old boy from the slums, has nothing — except a brave heart, a worn-out hooded jacket, and a flicker of Divinity so dim it's almost invisible. Ranked Zadkiel, the lowest of the seven ranks, he is mocked, dismissed, and unwanted. But everything changes when Damien saves a family during a supernatural battle between a powerful warlock and the strongest Saint alive — John Davis, a Michael-ranked legend. Impressed by Damien’s courage, John secretly sponsors him into Saint Academy. Now thrust into a world of golden towers, cruel elites, and divine expectations, Damien must prove he belongs — not just to the Academy, but to the heavens themselves. The Divinity Ranking System: Michael (White Divinity): The apex of sainthood. Near-godlike power. Gabriel (Blue): Exceptionally rare. Masters of advanced miracles. Raphael (Green): Highly respected. Elite healers and combatants. Uriel (Gold): Skilled and battle-hardened saints. Jophiel (Yellow): Promising students with strong potential. Camael (Pink): Basic level with average abilities. Zadkiel (Violet): The weakest level, barely above a normal human. Most students struggle to rise even one rank. Few ever touch Raphael. Only one has ever reached Michael — John Davis. And now, Damien wants to surpass him. With his mother’s love as his anchor, divine power awakening within, and enemies waiting to crush him, Damien sets out to climb the sacred ladder. But the Academy holds secrets. And some doors should never be opened... Will Damien rise, or will the fire of fate consume him first? https://discord.gg/CeeN8AAH , for updates and visuals of characters.

No gods. No faith. Just lead. Hwang Jung Min was once the most feared gunman of the Saints—an elite order of holy assassins tasked with eliminating demons, heretics, and false prophets. They called him the Bullet Saint, a walking exorcism wrapped in scripture and steel. Then he broke the one commandment you never break: He spared a life. Branded a traitor and left for dead, Jung Min disappeared into the shadows, trading his sacred bullets for cheap cigarettes and silence. But when a teenage girl walks into his ruined world carrying the broken hilt of God’s last weapon, old ghosts rise—along with enemies not even heaven can explain. Now hunted by angels, corrupted saints, and relic-mad warlords, Jung Min must pick up his guns one last time. Not to save the world. Just to burn it clean.

Izuya Rotomine; a god complex by definition, a liar by nature. He tries to make himself bigger and stronger than he actually is. One day, he finds himself in a situation that turns his world upside down, and flips his bigoted mind on itself. Red eyes peer through the shadows around him, what has Izuya done? His instincts tell him to lie, and cower in fear and defeat, but his strength has another plan. Izuya finds himself in a shitload of danger, but what he doesn’t know is that…the legend of the strongest Death Saint begins here—and it all started with the phrase “knock it off, parasite.”

Astellyah is the daughter of a Duke and lives a peaceful existence, spending happy days with her family. However, a prophecy hangs over her shoulders, she is a Saint who will accomplish great things with her magic, dispelling darkness through her brilliant existence. Despite that great destiny, she ends up being duped by her sister who usurps her place, accused of murdering her family, she is executed. She then opens her eyes and finds herself in her room, she has gone back in time and is six years old again, how is that possible? She must find it out and prevent this tragedy from happening again, the Saint was truly a vicious woman and to beat her she will have to be much more sly than her. Under her angelic face, she vows to be the worst demon to survive and get revenge. Who of the two Saints shadowed by hatred will win in the end? It will be her, Astellyah swears it.

Shi Yi loves to get bargains, and her biggest dream is to own a convenience store and sell the bargains to customers. Buy at low prices and sell at slightly lower than the market price, the business will definitely be hot! Until one day, she tied a magic convenience store, and every night at 10 o'clock, she could compete in hand speed to buy low-priced goods in the system mall and sell them the next day. Shi Yi: Isn't this the realization of the dream! Sesame buns for hair care, red bean porridge for blood and beauty, ten times protein grilled sausage, light salt soy sauce for weight loss, deep sleep laundry detergent... A magic convenience store opened in Xingfu Community. Neighbors sighed: "What's the lack of e-commerce supermarkets these days? Riders deliver directly to your home. Who would go downstairs to buy things? It's definitely a loss." Later, even though Xingfu Community opened at 9 o'clock, the items were limited and the variety was pitiful, neighbors still had to line up to buy. Even people from nearby communities rushed here, and some people even drove luxury cars to line up early in the morning to buy. Xingfu Community owner: Property management! Does the community need to install a personal facial recognition system? If for nothing else, just to have fewer people competing with me for the things in the magic convenience store.

In a world of blessed humans, Simon Velthorne was forgotten and ignored by the god yet beloved by the Zodiacs. [The 24 Zodiacs Chooses you, Simon Velthorne, as The Saint. Will you accept?] The story of a fallen genius once again ascending to be reborn as a Saint of some distant beings Simon Velthorne was thrown away by his family due to his unnatural disability and not being able to gather and control mana. This story follows not only Simon but his allies to as they grow into influential figures and powerful individuals (if there are any typos please help and point them out so I can quickly fix them)

Kael,born to be a means for his mother to gain the kings attention.Raised in silence and trained to obey,meant to live in the shadows.They pushed him further and further until he finally broke.He vanished without a trace.No one ever asked.The kingdom never mourned. A year later he returns.Changed ,silent ,cold ,uncaring and a dangerous power lurking beneath the light of his eyes. Lyra,the forgotten princess ,born for the throne but scorned to uselessness.No one cared when she was targeted by a sea witch. Until the witch cursed the kingdom through her. Then they cared,,enough to blame her.Banished to the land of humans ,to lurk within the shores, always singing to the tides. Now, in a cruel twist of politics,the palace has arranged their marriage. The castaways bound together in a match meant to silence them both.But the tide doesn't forget. And neither do they. But somewhere along the way love changed everything.

When Ling Feng—possessed by the god-slaying Earth Vanquishing Wheel—massacres an entire continent in vengeance for his sister’s death, he tumbles into the Abyss of Absolute Yin…only to awaken a millennium later in a broken world and a stranger’s body. Now, regressed in cultivation and hunted by the fiend-god’s lingering wrath, Ling Feng must master the weapon’s demonic power to uncover his sister’s true fate—and prevent history from repeating itself.

(Warning: Sexual Content 18+). Takumi is reincarnated as Thamuel Lorandis, the Saint of Shadow in another world, under the blessings of the Goddess of Shadow. His mission is to eliminated Vampires, Werewolves and Corrupted Monsters.

“You don’t remember me yet,” the naked man whispered, smoke curling from his lips, “but your body does.” When ice-cold CEO Devon Vale signs off on the purchase of a cursed, long-abandoned estate, he thinks it's just another tax-deductible asset. But the moment he steps foot into the house, the air turns thick—sweet, heavy, intoxicating—and dust begins to rise. And then it forms a man. Naked. Horned. Smirking. Ash. A creature of smoke, scales, and secrets. He says they’ve met before. He says Devon is his mate. He says the bond has never been broken—only buried. Devon doesn't believe in magic. Or fate. But he can't explain the burn in his blood, the ache beneath his skin, or why this stranger's touch feels like a memory he never made. As forgotten desires awaken and ancient instincts reignite, Devon finds himself spiraling into a bond forged long ago—and a betrayal even older. Now the question isn't what Ash is. It's what Devon was. And whether he can forgive what neither of them remembers.