Marrow Thieves

In the year Jin Stratus was born, Humanity had long since conquered the stars, with their sights now set on a cosmos filled with unimaginable horrors. Yet in a universe that is but one bubble in an endless sea of realities, on a worthless blue planet beneath a crumbling city, a slum rat named Jin Stratus awakens to his destiny. When the “Door to the Myriad Worlds” descends, Jin steps through, armed with nothing but his unyielding will and his innate comprehension-defying talent—“Against-Heaven’s Understanding.” In the Great Universe of the Starry Sea, where ancient beings can erase galaxies with a sigh and traverse endless light-years in a single stride, Jin is nothing but dust. But with each battle, each world, and each bloody step, he transcends the world that seeks to oppress him, forging himself into a being unrivaled across all realms. [Your Understanding is Against-Heaven.] -You have comprehended the “Bone Marrow Blood Tempering Divine Technique.” -You have evolved “Fist of Falling Thunder” into the “Thunder World Creation Technique.” -You have witnessed the collapse and rebirth of worlds, grasping the “Cosmic Palm Domain.” -You have obtained the “Limitless Incarnation Method.” From the gutter alleys of the Lower Slums to the endless cosmos, Jin Stratus will ensure the world remembers his name— For throughout heaven and earth, he alone… can comprehend it all.

Five thieves. Four kingdoms. And emperors with world-ending power. Magic is forbidden. Laws are absolute. And betrayal is met with death. What began as petty theft unravels into something far darker— when soldiers return without memories, and ancient powers awaken. Between love and blood, secrets and revenge… anyone could be the hero. Or the killer.

[My WSA 2024 Entry novel! Please vote] In a world where mythical beings have fallen into an "eternal slumber," a thriving underground market exploits the stolen essence of these dormant creatures. At its epicenter are dragons—majestic beings desired for their scales, organs, and prized eggs. The most coveted treasure of all is a dragon's name, a key that holds the power to control its very existence. Dragon Lord, guardian of a clutch of dormant eggs, lives in isolation atop a hill, surrounded by a forest that veils his castle. He bears the scars of past betrayals, having been deceived by those who feigned love to steal his treasures or claim his head as a bounty. Jaded and cold, he trusts no one, living a solitary existence. However, his solitude is shattered when a woman unwittingly stumbles into his life. Yara finds herself in Dragon Lord's treasured den amidst a battle between the dragon and thieves. In a twist of fate, she mistakenly bonds with the dormant eggs, breathing life into them. Reluctantly, Dragon Lord allows Yara into his world, and their journey unfolds amid the looming threat of underground organizations seeking to exploit the dragons for profit. As the eggs come to life, so does an unexpected connection between Dragon Lord and Yara. Despite his cold and jaded exterior, he finds himself unable to ignore her presence. Yara, too, cannot deny the pull she feels towards him, and emotions begin to burn beneath the surface. Together, they must navigate the challenges of waiting for the eggs to hatch, fend off those who seek to exploit the dragon and its offspring, and confront the secrets that Yara harbors—a revelation that could destroy everything. In this tale of flames and gold, two scarred souls in a world where trust is a rare and precious commodity must confront the ghosts of their pasts. They navigate the dangerous currents of love and deception, protecting unborn dragons from a world hungry for their magic. Will their bond withstand the trials ahead, or will the flames of betrayal engulf them in the end? A/N: It starts out SLOW, because I tend to get lost in the pages and be descriptive but once it gets to the action, it really picks up! Looking forward to growing with you all on this journey!!!

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

In a world where memories are currency and the past can be rewritten, 17-year-old Aela lives in the shadow of a forgotten war that stole her family and fractured time itself. When she discovers an ancient relic buried beneath the ruins of her hometown, Aela begins to hear voices—echoes of a time that no longer exists. Drawn into a hidden war between memory keepers and time thieves, Aela must unravel the mystery of a lost dawn that holds the key to saving the world—or dooming it to repeat a cycle of silence and oblivion. As time fractures and trust fades, she realizes the truth isn't just buried in the past... it's alive and watching her.

His voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." He inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" his voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for Mortals who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then his voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They will scream and I'll listen" "This time, I'll give them something to remember" "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

Will you see the truth once you stop looking at the past through rose-colored glasses? Back in college, Lyn, Brad, and Alexander were thick as thieves. That’s the story they tell, anyway. But beneath the easy smiles and late-night shenanigans, hooded desires and quiet betrayals loom. The last night spent at their college dorm before following their separate ways sets the stage for everything to blow up in their faces. Years later, a reunion, a wedding, and a long-overdue confession crack open the past. But closure isn’t always clean, and as Lyn struggles to make sense of the aftermath, he can’t stop wondering. If his unrequited crush is gone, what will fill the void?

The Unseen Judge No sin goes unseen. No debt goes unpaid. From the moment the first spark of life ignited in the void, the law was written: every act of cruelty, every drop of spilled blood, every whispered lie would one day be answered. Kings and beggars, warriors and thieves—none could outrun the reckoning woven into the fabric of existence itself. The Greeks called it Nemesis. The old religions spoke of scales and hellfire. But those were only shadows of the truth. The truth is simpler. Somewhere between the ticking of stars and the silence of graves, there is a force that watches. It does not forget. It does not forgive. And when the time comes, it does not knock. It simply appears—in the corner of your vision, in the hush between heartbeats—and offers you a choice you do not deserve. Confess.

A deep voice yelled behind her, "Get the rogue!" "Don't let her escape!" When Astra jumped over a downed tree, her bare feet hit the cold ground. There were leaves and sticks in her long, dark hair as it whipped around her face. She couldn't stop. When thieves were caught by pack wolves, they usually died. She kept going even though it hurt her side to run so fast. She had learned one thing from being chased for ten years: never stop when they're close. "I see her!" Another arrow flew by, this time brushing her arm. Astra bit her lip to keep from crying out. Blood trickled down her arm, but she couldn't worry about that now. The smell would make it easy for them to track her, though. Up ahead was a river. If she could just reach it, she might be able to hide her smell. Astra pushed her tired legs harder, ignoring the pain shooting through her body. Astra, the daughter of the Alpha, went rogue ten years ago after the mysterious death of her sister, Lyra. Forced to live as a slave, she never imagined that on her 18th birthday, she would discover that her mate was none other than the feared Alpha of the strongest pack, Alaric. But their bond is far from simple. As she struggles to win his heart and gain the pack’s acceptance, the return of a woman she thought was dead will force Astra to confront the dark secrets of her past. With enemies hiding in plain sight and a prophecy that could destroy everything, Astra must fight not only for love but for her very survival.

Five brilliant scientists, once respected minds in their fields, become the most wanted interplanetary thieves—mastering quantum travel to steal rare elements like antimatter and diamonds across the universe, selling them in black markets while staying one step ahead of galactic law enforcement.

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

They warned no one should enter Graven Hollow after dark. Isla Blackthorn didn’t listen. Still mourning the sudden death of her mother, twenty-four-year-old Isla returns to the fog-covered town of Ashmill to claim the estate she never wanted—Graven Hollow, a cursed Blackthorn legacy veiled in whispers and ancient warnings. But the moment she crosses its threshold, something awakens. Haunted by dreams and stalked by shadows, Isla discovers a sealed crypt beneath the house—and breaks an ancient blood-bound sigil that was never meant to be touched. In doing so, she frees Rael, a powerful and otherworldly being once worshipped as a prince, feared as a demon, and betrayed by the very family who summoned him. Bound for centuries beneath stone and spellwork, Rael emerges... drawn irresistibly to Isla. But Rael’s freedom comes at a devastating cost. In breaking the seal, Isla also unleashes The Marrow-Born, three unholy priests cursed to hunt the soul that awakened Rael. Their eyes are fixed on Isla. Their whispers bleed through mirrors. And they know her secret. Because Isla is no ordinary woman. She is the last of the Blackthorns—a bloodline of witches cursed by their own ambition. But within Isla lies a far deeper truth: the soul of Nahara, a woman from Rael’s past who once loved him... and doomed them both. Half light, half shadow—Isla is both a white witch of healing and a vessel for devastating darkness. As her powers begin to manifest—violent and uncontrollable—Isla must navigate a terrifying inheritance, a forgotten love, and a war between realms. While enemies gather and visions from past lives unravel before her eyes, the bond between Isla and Rael grows stronger... and more dangerous. He was bound by a vow. She was born of prophecy. And now, the Hollow demands a price. Will Isla become the Bride of the Bound One to fulfill the ancient pact? Or will the darkness within her consume them all?

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From the author of The Nekomancer (Available on Amazon) and The Satanic Brides of Dracula comes a newly re-edited tale of brutal fantasy and bleak adventure. The Dark Lord is dead. But something ancient stirs in the void. Patient. Hungry. Ready to bleed the world again. These are the grimdark chronicles of Nysta - the outcast assassin, Chukshene - the warlock with goals of his own, Melganaderna and Hemlock - a warrior and a necromancer bound together, and the Shivs - a cutthroat guild of thieves protecting a dark and terrible secret which may save or doom the world. Content Warning: This series contains graphic violence and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. *** The first book in this series, Revenge of the Elf is now available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FFDR15R3 I lost my job earlier this year, and I’m doing my best to keep creating while my savings run thin. Every bit of support helps me keep the story going. If you'd like to read these books faster, consider supporting me on patreon.com/lucasthorn - I'll love you forever if you do! Bring knives!

The King of Kingston , father of storms and steel is dying. The word rides salt winds and whisper smoke: his crown, his gold, his fleet of black-sailed ships, all free for the bold enough to claim them. he sends a message to his Four sons, four heirs, scattered by blood feuds and grudges older than their scars. Levi, who bends kingdoms like storms bend trees. Benjamin, who turned gutter thieves into silk-draped nobles. Esau, the ghost prince exiled to the sea’s edge. Aziz, rebel blade, the bastard who vowed never to bow. But blood means nothing when the throne promises everything. Two brothers already weigh blades in the dark, each willing to kill the rest to be crowned alone. Beyond the royal veins, worse shadows gather the warlords he once bribed and chained now circle Kingston’s dying heart, hungry to carve up his kingdom before his bones are cold. Power is Arcane-born, faith-forged and mercy is the first to drown. In the end, only one lion roars loud enough to rule.

To defy fate is to tear open the sky itself. In an empire where cultivation reigns and the path to immortality is paved with bone, blood, and betrayal, Lin Xun is born with nothing — no clan, no spirit root, no future. Or so it seems. But when a shattered jade pendant from his late mother awakens strange soul memories, Lin Xun begins to dream not as himself, but as Xu Tianheng — a tyrant of a lost age who nearly tore open the Heavens in his pursuit of godhood. As Lin Xun climbs the cruel ranks of Dustwind Sect, from outer disciple to core contender, he discovers that his soul carries the Sealbreaker brand — a mark long feared by the Celestial Realms. Pursued by secret orders, demon cultivators, and heaven-born rivals, Lin Xun must walk a path no one dares tread: Cultivating the Heaven-Sundered Bone Gates, a lost technique that fuses soul and marrow. Facing Heaven Phantoms, spirit-guardians of divine law. Unlocking the Void Gate, an ancient force erased from all records. And enduring echoes of a love lost across lifetimes. As the Heaven Realm stirs and war brews between mortal sects and divine houses, Lin Xun stands at the center of a fate older than the realms themselves — a weapon, a heretic, a remnant of a rebellion that nearly shattered existence. But this time, he will not die a god. This time, he will live as a man — and forge his own ascension.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

SPLIT SOUL One Soul. Two Bodies. No Escape. What if your soul wasn’t entirely yours? Jamal prays in exile, his devotion so fierce it tears the veil between worlds. Aamina dreams in chains, her heart so scarred she’s sworn love is a lie. They’ve never met. But their soul remembers. When Jamal’s silent rituals accidentally tether him to a stranger oceans away, Aamina’s reality shatters. A man with storm-dark eyes invades her sleep, his voice a river’s command: “Find me where the water bends.” His presence is maddening, tender, protective, relentless. And every time he appears, her chest aches in a place she thought long dead. The problem? Jamal is haunted by a night he never speaks of, a betrayal so intimate, it fractured his faith in others and in himself. The past still stalks him like a shadow, refusing to release its grip. Aamina has buried her heart beneath layers of silence and obedience. Her grandmother’s grip is suffocating, and love? It once left her bleeding, she no longer trusts its promise. And the thread pulling them together? It’s not destiny. It’s their own soul, split across two lives. A mystic shaykh reveals the truth: “You weren’t seeking love. You were dismantling the walls you built against it.” _______. This is a story of one soul that had travelled across lifetimes, finding it's way back to union in two separate bodies. Split soul is not your regular romance novel, it's for the thoughtful and those who believe in divine love and are ready to walk the talk. Not for the feign at heart. _____ Now, fate drags them to Zawiyya, a town where: Rivers sing with forgotten secrets, Shadows breathe with old sins, And every heartbeat echoes across the divide. But reunion demands a price. Jamal must confront the night that broke him. Aamina must choose: the safety of her cage... or a love written in her soul’s marrow. Their connection is undeniable. Their chemistry, dangerous. Their souls? Already entangled in something older than memory, and deeper than desire. Think: The Alchemist meets Inception, written in Rumi’s blood under a crescent moon. * Some bonds defy distance. Defy time. Defy reason. This is the story of one soul clawing its way home... to love.* Enter SPLIT SOUL; Where two halves of a fractured soul burn to become whole against the world’s chaos, the ego’s scream, and the terrifying truth: You were never meant to be alone.

TRIGGER WARNING! This is a dark romance novel, which might contain some unsettling themes rated 18+. It is everything dark and forbidden. Please, be guided. *** No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth… He would always find me. Knock. Knock. I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest. Just as I was saying... He had already found me. But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist. I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate. *** Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they used to live. But all her hopes and expectations were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men. Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve. All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life.

The smell of the sea would always bring a smile to the face of many and strike the spark of adventure into the hearts of those who wished to travel along those high seas to explore the unknown nothing is like exploring the unknown especially if its dangerous the seas have aways drawn interesting people and has been the source of many myths and legends this story isn't different a boy no a man who died in his old life finds him self in a strange new world in the body of a 5 year old but this story isn't just about myths and legends o no its about the greediness and evil that's in the hearts of man and how unbelievable people react to things they dont understand this is not a story of heroes and knights nor it a fairytale of how the good always win and the evil is defeated o no this is a tail of survival and ruthlessness of thieves and cutthroats of the greedy and the poor of faith and the sinners this is the age of the black plague so sit down and listen to this old pirates tail yes sit and listen wall I tell you of the pirate by the name Hunter fang hellsing but you all would know him as the emperor of the coursed ones the navy calls him the Fang of the sea or something like that haha let us start this tail where all tails should start in the beginning. a old gamer dies of a heart attack wall playing he is then reincarnated into a familiar child body he soon realised he was in the very game he loved and in the body of his character in that game astonished but happy this man slowly sat up volunteer himself to live this life to the fullest he was a god like being in the game exploring the unknown that old spark was back with that the adventure begins come lets go on this adventure alongside him shall we

In the beginning, mankind was weak. Prey to beasts, to plague, to the winds and whims of the heavens. Kingdoms rose and fell like sandcastles at the edge of a storm-tossed sea. Swords rusted. Kings bled. No one was beyond death. But then came the Nine Pillars. Forged in the twilight of the ancient world by nameless sages who pierced the secrets of heaven and earth, the Pillars were not structures of stone, but of spirit, flesh, and will. They were paths—painful, ruthless, divine paths—by which a mortal might climb beyond the chains of his body and seize dominion over it. The First Pillar, Strength Refinement, marked the beginning of the path. For ten years, a cultivator would temper their raw might until their muscles became as iron and their blows could break boulders. From there, the path only grew steeper. Flesh Refinement hardened skin into armor. Muscle Refinement made each sinew a coiled spring of destruction. Tendon Refinement—the Fourth Pillar—turned movement into mastery, footstep into flight, swordplay into something near divine. And beyond that? Bone, Organ, Marrow, Blood, and finally, Meridian Refinement—the ninth and last Pillar—was said to bestow eternal life, peerless power, and the ability to shatter mountains with a breath. At its peak stood the Martial Emperors, titans in human form. Yet such beings were as rare as phoenixes. Each Pillar demanded a toll of decades—forty years for the Fourth, ninety for the Ninth—but time given was returned a hundredfold. A cultivator aged slower, lived longer, endured more. But few ever had the resolve—or the years—to climb far. This was the Age of Martial Enlightenment, where kingdoms no longer measured greatness by armies or coin, but by the strength of their cultivators. Martial sects rivaled noble houses. Swordsmen wandered the land like demigods. The strong dictated truth, and the weak obeyed.

Pain is real! Roselle Grey has always known pain is real but feeling the pain is different. Not physically but emotional pain. .... Roselle Grey is a 22-year-old Melanie beauty, all her life she has been judged for her skin. Her parents are white, but her dad has African blood in him, so she understands where she got the color from. She has always lived her life remotely boring, but all changed when the light in her life died. The only person apart from her parents that never judged her, the only person who understands her quietness, the only person who makes her day worthy of living, Lovette Grey, her younger sister. She died of a stray bullet which was shot during a raid between some thieves and the police. If that wasn't enough to make dear Roselle in pain, her family decided to move far from home Canada to Italy far from where the memory of her sister lies, but does she have a choice? No But what Roselle didn't think she was going to find was Love in the country of Italy. Or did she mistake pity for love? ... Leonardo King A man every lady wishes to be with Handsome, rich and polite He's every woman's dream. What happens when he sees a Melanie lady and his heart couldn't stop thumping? Is this what they call love at first sight? But he knows he couldn't do anything about it because he is engaged or is he? . . . . OH, did I add that there are some juicy African cultures to be discovered in some chapters.

Death gave him a choice. He laughed. So she gave him a curse." Gin Chan had given up on life — betrayed, broken, and ready to disappear. But when he dies, he awakens in a realm where time stands still... and Death wears a silver smile. As punishment, he's thrust into a twisted game — forced to reincarnate into the bodies of people moments before their death. Thieves, soldiers, beggars, kings — each life, a new role. Each death, another lesson. But the rules are cruel: he feels every pain, remembers every end, and carries every scar. Armed only with previous lives' memories, Gin Chan must uncover the reason behind this torment. But the more lives he lives, the more he questions: Is he being punished… or prepared? And in the shadows, Death watches — waiting for the moment he finally understands what it means to live. --- Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Reincarnation, Psychologist

In the Otherworld, where wizards, witches, and mages live by the First Laws of Magic, peace has reigned since the breaking of the Old World. But now, as forgotten powers stir once more; the War of Ages, threatens to erupt again. The only hope of the Otherworld now lies with a reluctant young warlock who lives for the thrill of treasure thieving and drinking river ale. But destiny has other plans. As the storm of war gathers and the Queen-Witch of the old world rises again, will the Otherworld fall into annihilation once more?

She is one of the best thieves that the world has seen in the 24th century. However, not even in her wildest dreams had she imagine that she'd be reincarnated as a good-for-nothing orphaned Seventh Miss of the Vermilion Bird Family. She finds herself stuck in a family that mistreats her, as well as an unfamiliar place with no support system. In a world of magic, she finds that the strength and talent within her would not only shock the world but also put every prodigy in that world to shame. As she learns to control her power, she vows to take revenge on those who had wronged her and to eventually rule the world. Equipped with only her new memories, quick wit and thieving skills, follow her as she embarks on a journey where she'd navigate mean relatives, magical beasts, rulership, and maybe even… love?

--- ╓══════『』══════╖ ▸ #UndeadRebirth ▸ #SandTombSaga ▸ #MarchOfTheNameless ▸ #BleachedEmpire ▸ #BonesThatRemember ▸ #NoPeaceOnlyMarch ╙══════『』══════╜ He woke in a tomb buried by time. No name. No flesh. Just cold bone and dust that remembers war. Around him— piles of the dead. Above him— a sun that never forgives. Ahead of him— nothing but silence, ruin, and the endless pull of forward. He doesn't ask why. He doesn’t remember how. But something deeper than memory stirs in the marrow. And when the others rise, their weapons shaking, he follows. Not for glory. Not for peace. But because something is marching, and his bones refuse to be still. > The world may be burned. Empires might turn to ash. But the march… THE MARCH SHALL NOT BE STOPPED!!! — This is a work of fiction. All names, events, and places are entirely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ---

Today I made a decision to ride or die with the man I have loved for decades. The only Alpha who is worthy to be crowned as my head. “Evelyn, I can't wait!” I said to my best friend. My Joy knew no bounds until I heard the heart shattering words that piece through my bone marrow, my skin tore apart and I sucked myself in like a snail in its shell. “Sofia, I know you love me but the heart belongs where it belongs. I can no longer be with you Sofia because the heart belongs to the woman that is pregnant for me and she is also carrying my heir. I love her way more than the way I love you” It was a long sentence that shattered my heart not just on an ordinary day but on our wedding day. The man I have loved all my life kept a secret from me, he got his mistress pregnant and chose to open up to me on our wedding day, right in front of the guests, the people of the pack and all the elders of the council. What kind of rejection can be worse as that? I knew the moment the wolves looked at me and the next step was to stay away. I ran into the hands of the man that kicked up my ignition and taught my hands to war, but it was left for me to know if it was something to embrace or retard. Lycan Adam claimed that I was his and he wouldn't share me with anyone and he proposed that he had found something he lost a long time ago even if he doesn't know exactly. Will Lucas be worth my stand when the time comes? I'll I still love him even after the rejection or be with the man who taught me to be a great warrior? What will be my future if I later settle with the one the moon goddess hasn't mated me with me? What’s my secret?

Hao Lou screwed up. Massively. One moment he was tossing a book to scare off some thieving celestial monkeys. The next? Boom. The most sacred artifact in the heavens—the Golden Book of Matrimony—was flying straight into the Mortal Realm's Doomswirl Portal. “NOOOO!!” he shrieked, sprinting to the edge of the spiral. “I’LL GIVE YOU MORE MELON SEEDS, JUST GIVE IT BACK!” The monkey? Unbothered. The book? Gone. Just like his job, his status, and possibly his immortal soul. Because if the Heavenly Emperor found out? Hao Lou was going to get demoted. Not just demoted-He was bound to be reborn as a chicken. Over. And over. And eaten every single time. “NO. I’m not getting deep-fried for this!” he shouted, stomping around the Eternal Spiral like a lunatic. So he did what any responsible, panic-stricken deity would do. He slapped a note on his front door: “CULTIVATING. DO NOT DISTURB. And with that, he jumped into the swirling cloud of doom. Now stuck in the modern world, he has to retrieve the scattered pieces of the Book of Matrimony before the heavens catch on—and he ends up on a dinner plate. But locating the divine artifact isn’t so easy... Until he meets a strange young man. One who, for some reason, can actually see the lost fragments. With this mysterious human’s help, Hao Lou begins piecing the book back together. Everything seems fine until— “Wait,” Hao Lou gasps one night. “What is this… why is this young man hugging me from behind?!” Now he’s asking the only place he knows for answers. “Asking this online: why is my friend/coworker trying to kiss me at night? Seeking answers…”

Ali Baba, a humble woodcutter, unintentionally overhears forty thieves accessing a hidden mountain cave filled with treasure. Using the magic words “Open Sesame”, they reveal and seal the entrance

If the entire world were conspiring to take the person you loved most away, how far would you go to steal them back? One of the unfortunate few to fall through the web of the divine not to receive the blessing of the Goddess 'Origin', Fena Alexandria's miserable life was slated to end shortly after it'd even begun and so she'd only one wish : To live a peaceful life with her mother. Technological revolution sweeps the lands of the outside world that she'd seen little to nothing of, rejuvenating the 'Era of Shinobi' and spearheading it all was her mother, Melina Alexandria, whose sheer genius shook the four continents to their very cores. They were all taking her mother away from her and she was powerless to intervene. With that innovation came opportunity. Upon declaring her desire to become a Shinobi herself, Fena's mother had warned her, "The Shinobi world is built entirely upon strength, nothing else matters", which meant that there existed only one solution to Fena's problem: Become the ultimate power in the Shinobi world; take her mother back from the thieves who took advantage of her brilliance. Join Fena as she takes her first steps into a rapidly developing world as she discovers what it means to make friends, foes and rivals, fight Shinobi hunting lunatics and power hungry clans whilst she discovers just who she really is herself piece by piece. The 'Era of Shinobi' enters it's greatest revolution and in turn, its final act,in Fena : The Final Shinobi!