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Ali never meant to die. All he did was chase down a man trying to kidnap a child. One moment he was in Riyadh, the next, a gunshot. Darkness. He wakes up in chains, his throat dry, blood staining his chest, and a name that isn’t his. Zad ibn Salem. A slave. A heretic. Seventh in line for execution by beheading. In his palm, a bloodstained card, black, jagged, and marked with something unholy. The Card of Shaytan. It whispers one truth. "Only in death shall you find the answer." Thus begins a cursed journey through Agrabiyya, a kingdom of golden deserts and cruel kings, forgotten gods and forbidden magic, where fate isn't granted, but stolen. Where ancient cults move in the shadows, angels weep in silence, and wars are waged. What crime did Zad commit? Why was Ali chosen? And what lies beyond the door that only death can open? The answers wait in dust, in blood, and in the quiet laughter of something watching from the dark. IMPORTANT NOTICE: Please note that this is a mystery/fantasy story. Every line is accounted for to enhance your experience. During certain arcs, you may be able to solve mysteries before they are officially revealed, so pay close attention. I can’t say much more. Just remember, always distrust people. Always think one step ahead. Always balance your logic with your emotions. A balance must exist, for in time, you shall find an answer. Another notice: Once the first arc is complete, which is currently ongoing, I’ll be commissioning character art, a new poster, and a system explainer when the time comes. I have a lot of plans. Chapters will release either daily or every two days, and sometimes multiple chapters in one day.

When the whole universes are ruled by tyrants. All living beings are treated as either trash or weapons of war. Rebellion, death, and tragedy happen constantly. In the darkest depths of the universe, Nastaria, a simple human, rises with hope and determination to overthrow the gods and their rotten regime.

In the Middle Realm, civilizations of Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, Beastkin, and Merfolk rose from the remnants of the Great War. Shaped by residual energies, these races forged distinct cultures and societies, building alliances while still haunted by the scars of past conflicts. Though peace was sought, old wounds festered, and the potential for unrest remained ever-present. At the heart of this volatile world stands Evan, captain of the Golden Sun Guild, leading a team of elite warriors and mages. They face threats both external and internal, but their greatest challenge may lie not in the monsters they battle, but in the deep, hidden forces tied to the lingering aftermath of the Great War.

"They say the East was forged by Crafts, the West by Mana, the North by Aura, and the South-the very foundation of the new world." Once, they walked separate paths-some as allies, others as strangers. But a single moment changed everything. Now, marked by forces they never asked for, they carry powers that don't belong to them, powers that may one day consume them As ancient tensions rise and a greater threat looms over the new world, survival demands more than strength-it demands unity. But can they all set thier differences aside in time?

The world was consumed by a vile corruption brought from beyond – the sun dimmed, and life as we know it was almost extinguished. And yet it was not the end but merely the beginning. Long after the disaster, a lone survivor awakens with a newfound power to wield the divine flames and many questions about the past. He embarks on a long journey to burn the rot away, discover what's left of the old world and maybe, just maybe, ascend to divinity. Cover art by: me

Dave woke up in an abandoned bunker remembering only one phrase: "The light of the sun will save you, but it will also destroy you" Dave does not remember anything from his past, now he has to understand who he is and what happened to the world in which he woke up? (novella to the announced game Dead Sun 1)

Everything in existence sings, the whisper of wind, the pulse of steel, the hum of the unseen. Reborn into a world of cultivation, Cai Feiyin awakens with a gift unlike any other, the ability to perceive the oscillations of all things. To him, the world is a song waiting to be understood, shaped, and mastered. But in a realm where power is forged through blood and will, those who hear too much may uncover truths never meant to be known. And some songs, once played, can never be silenced. *** I plan to write this story to completion, and based on what I have in mind, it will span at least 1,000 chapters. The first 20 to 30 chapters will be a bit slower-paced (more of a slice-of-life) to establish the foundation of his childhood, but once the story picks up, it won’t be slowing down. What to expect: A grand, dark immersive cultivation world with a mix of both eastern and western influence, that is gradually unfolded as the story progress (with eventual mythologies involved) A calm, intelligent protagonist with the ability to perceive the oscillations around him A unique cultivation system with my personal blend of Xianxia and eastern/western fantasy A weak to strong, to strongest MC (OP) Alchemist MC (with clear progression, involving both pills and artefacts, eventually leading to Runes) Fully fleshed-out characters, with their own life and dreams Eventual kingdom-building *** I'm writing this story on both RR and SH. I also have a P@treon if you love the story and want to read ahead ;) (Though I will never restrict any content behind a paywall forever) p@treon.com/RaizellV (simply replace the @ by an a to access)

In a world shattered by its own sins, monsters walk beside men—beasts born not of darkness alone, but of the very rot festering in human hearts. They are the Never-Weres—soulless, heartless abominations that stalk the living and raze all good that dares to stand in their path. Against them rise the Never-Slayers, fierce warriors tasked with shielding the fragile remnants of humanity from annihilation. Behind the fortified walls of the iron-willed city of Kharvald, a young woman lives in quiet solitude. With no family to comfort her and no one to whom she belongs, she bears her pain in silence. She is Ori—radiant, determined, and quietly burning with ambition. Orphaned by fate, left only with a crumbling bakery and an impossible dream, Ori kneads dough and frosts cakes to survive. Her hands, though soft from sugar and flour, carry the calluses of secret training, of quiet resilience. For though she sells sweets to the city’s tired souls, what she truly craves is something far more dangerous: To become a Never-Slayer. She hides her training, shelters her hope—but deep down, she knows. She is far from the warriors who stand against the dark. Her dream is a flicker in a storm. Until it appears. The Sun-Wielder System—a mysterious force, ancient and godlike, a gift from a being—chooses her. It whispers of strength. Of glory. Of power beyond what any Never-Slayer has ever known. And Ori, starved for purpose and clinging to the dream her parents never saw, accepts. She accepts with every corner of her heart, every shard of her broken past. If this greed—this hunger for meaning—can become her salvation, she will chase it into fire and shadow. But such gifts never come free. And the price? May burn brighter than the sun itself.

In a world where the blood in your veins determines which of the 6 factions you belong to, a boy was born into the lowest faction of the six, the Reds. Born to endure excruciating labor eveyday, no matter how old, and die an early death—that was his fate until he discovered a power long thought lost by the Reds. He never anticipated that his will to survive, refusal to bow down to his oppressors, and newfound power would ignite the flames of rebellion. -This is my my first novel, but I still think it’s going to be worth your time. If you just give it a chance, who knows—you just might be witnessing greatness or reading it.

Adrian's wish for a life free from money problems gets granted in a wild twist: he's reincarnated into a rich and powerful family in a medieval fantasy world. Now going by Lorian, and heir to the Thorne family, he wakes up in a city-state loaded with wealth and opportunity, only to find his new life is full of danger. Surrounded by scheming relatives and outside forces trying to grab power, Lorian must use his modern smarts, business skills, and vast resources to make his own way to the top. In a world of magic and might, he'll prove that brains and bucks can be the ultimate power.

were you waiting for me ? or was i looking for you? Meeting for first time or after a long time.

A Call to the Golden Age of Cultivation To my dearest readers, fellow dreamers and seekers of the grandest tales – have you ever yearned for the sagas of old? The kind that didn't rush through 200 chapters, but stretched across **two, even three thousand, with every detail meticulously woven?** I speak of the **pioneering era of Xianxia and Wuxia, the true Grand Cultivation and Cosmic Xianxia narratives** that still echo in our hearts. We live in an age where new novels emerge at lightning speed, driven by quick updates and rapid-fire releases. But amidst this surge, let us not forget the legends penned by authors whose very names evoke reverence, even if their origins are lost to time. These pioneers left us with an invaluable lesson: **true depth and epic scale aren't about speed, but about profound immersion.** They showed us worlds of lower, middle, and upper realms; universes existing within a single body and countless others beyond it. They crafted **ancient immortals and terrifying, primordial chaos** – not the watered-down, cliché versions, but a dread-inducing, boundless void. They took us to **Golden Eras of maximum power, where every sect soared, every technique resonated with peak potential, and the adventure was truly infinite.** No tedious trudges through "mortal world, immortal world, spirit world, fairy world, zzz" – just pure, unadulterated cosmic might from the get-go. I may not be a seasoned god of this genre, but I am a fervent disciple. Inspired by these titans, these very deities of storytelling, I aim to emulate their magnificent vision. My upcoming chapters will embrace their concept of a **Golden Era, a peak-level world brimming with maximum power from the outset.** We'll delve into iconic tropes like **universes beyond the body, the tiered cosmos, and a chaos that truly inspires awe**, not just a basic understanding. Join me as I attempt to craft something truly exciting and immersive within this beloved genre. For it is only those pioneers, those gods, who inspire me to seek such grand narratives. Let us together rediscover the lost art of the truly epic! I clarify that I also like the current immortal cultivation stories. They are popular and easy to shape, especially if you want a story without plagiarism. I recommend focusing on the genre, taking inspiration and making your own ideas of what the MC is like and how they act in the face of monotony and boredom. Persevere. Withdraw or continue?

Years ago, a mortal warrior was brought into the war between gods and men—using a name the heavens still whisper with fear: Requiem. But the name was never truly his. It belonged to someone older, wiser. Someone who vanished long before the final blow was struck. Now, the war is over—but peace is only a lie well told. When Artemis, goddess of the hunt, is betrayed by her kin and left for dead, it is her brother’s final sacrifice that buys her a narrow escape. Wounded and hunted, she finds shelter in the last place she expected: the remote cabin of the man who once nearly killed her. Mark lives a quiet life now, blade sheathed, demons buried deep. But the world will not let him rest. Not while Olympus breathes. As gods stir and old names begin to resurface, Artemis and Mark must gather allies—divine and mortal alike—and prepare for what comes next. Whispers speak of a deeper war, of powers long thought lost… and of shadows that never truly left the battlefield. The gods may have kept their throne, but the reckoning has only just begun. ________________________________________________________________ I will aim to release 1-2 chapters a week, Some will be long others will be short. I am aiming to achieve roughly 1-2k words a chapter.

Having lost his life to truck kun, Lenard found his way into a fantasy world with dragons and magic as Luke, a commoner. What awakened for Luke was the golden clicker system where he needed to physically click for points or spend points for an auto clicker, to where he can become stronger and richer with this system. NOTE - MC DOESNT DEPEND ON SYSTEM MUCH

The seal is broken, the curse has been laid. The beasts are free, the peace hanging by a thread. Will the people of Xiao unite to fight the beasts that threaten the peace of the land or will their differences lead to the end of all? There are the beasts and there are wars. Young Hua, the general to be, yearns for peace and unity among his people, but it may not be as simple as it sounds afterall. The beasts are huge, numerous and most importantly, they draw power from the moon. Every wound heals, every weak warrior dies.

The curse had been laid, the beasts are free, the fight has changed pace. In a magical land that had always been peaceful, bloodshed is the new reality. Will Xiao ever know peace again?

What if one day you woke up in a world that wasn’t yours? No clear memories. A body you don’t recognize. Surrounded by ruins, corpses… and something worse than death. This is how Lavitz’s story begins—a man torn from his reality and thrown into a kingdom ravaged by war, magic, and a conspiracy that stretches from the shadows to the thrones. A world where the past hides in mist, the undead march from cursed lands, and every choice could alter the fate of entire nations. How would you react if the impossible became real? Would you fight? Would you run? Or would you dare to discover who you are… in a world already set ablaze?

"This world is... doomed?" Two centuries ago, the roots of every dimension began manifesting fissures, causing distortion to the flow of energy and time. Since then, worlds continued to crumble and be destroyed caused by errors from the loclines. The designated root of every dimension was akin to a dysfunctional pipe, leaking its contents hence scattering across the universe. Those abandoned by their own dimension were moved to another, eventually leading to its destruction. "Golden Carnations" Ones who came from another world Destined to possess magnificent power While they continue to exist, they will gain nothing but luck, strength, and talent, helping them adapt to the new environments they'll face. Indeed they are able to yield incredible power. But remember, no matter the beauty of a flower, even proper care, water, and light cannot help it escape from wilting.

Long ago, when hell split open, thousands of demonic beings crawled out. Pope Luthian II was terrified. He did not understand what had happened—but he knew something had to be done. With every ounce of faith, he cried out to the gods. To his absolute astonishment, they responded. Through their divine guidance, he founded the Order of the Severed Sun—an elite brotherhood of holy knights tasked with hunting down the creatures that had escaped from hell. But these knights were no ordinary warriors. They were granted power by the Sun God himself. In return, each knight had to offer something deeply personal as sacrifice—something they could never regain. The Order fought with everything they had. And in the end, they succeeded—sealing the gates of hell once more. Centuries passed, and the Order still stood. The gates remained closed, but the world was far from cleansed. Among the Order’s warriors was Reinhart the One-Armed, a famed knight who had sacrificed his limb for divine strength. During the cleansing of a remote village rumored to harbor a demon, Reinhart found something unexpected: a six-year-old boy. Reinhart made a decision. He would take the boy in. He would raise him. And he would train him... to become his successor.

Nothing to hope

Jang Beom Seok is used to being watched. Idol since age 15, center of the stage, youngest in BTSB—he’s polished, beloved, and quietly unraveling. So he vanishes. Not dramatically—just one hoodie, one mask, and a bus seat in the back. That’s where he meets Seo Jin-ah, the sarcastic, ramen-slinging, anime-loving stranger who thinks his stage name sounds like “Bomb Socks.” She doesn’t recognize him. And strangely… he doesn’t want her to. As their paths cross—through drizzle-soaked commutes, ramen shop nights, and tangled misunderstandings—Beom Seok slips deeper into a life he was never supposed to have.

On a long hiatus NOTE: This is my first LN, so expect grammatical errors on the early chapters -------------- Leo, a brokeass orphan, miraculously passed the entrance exam of a world-renowned school. He was admitted to the Aspro Academy and assigned to Class-F, where his psychopathic/manipulative ex-girlfriend Selene was seated next to him. As Leo lives his bland life, his so-called parents, who adopted him, got brutally slaughtered by an anonymous assailant, and he later finds out that the academy was responsible for their demise. -------- Genre: Psychological thriller

In a world of walled city-states powered by blood, war, and the dream-based magic of Somnia, Leo must break a promise to his late wife and take up his sword again for their daughter’s sake. Fortunately for him, The Empress graces all who need.

Three thousand years ago, Chaos magic, once a source of power for men, turned on them, killing every male in the world of Aka. Mumbi, an immortal warrior blessed by the goddess, created the martriachal empire of Aka, ushering in the age of daughters that has lasted for thousands of years. But no matter how prosperous, no age lasts. A prophecy from the age of war foretells Aka’s doom, which Mumbi has dedicated her immortal life to stop it and her only hope lies in Amala, a lowborn girl born with the power of prophecy. Though promising, her ability is limited to seeing the deaths of those she touches. Together, the two search for the skull of Okalu, which is said will trigger the prophesied doom of Aka while fighting an ancient enemy as old as the age of daughters that want the doom to happen. Meanwhile, sixteen-year-old Njoki is thrust into power after her mother’s mysterious death, becoming elder of the Anajiru clan, the most powerful of the nine clans of Aka. Young, naïve and inexperienced, she must navigate the harsh world of politics, find her mother’s killer while trying to be a worthy leader for her people. But as Njoki delves deeper, she uncovers Aka’s buried dark secrets, including Mumbi’s carefully guarded past. As the prophesied doom nears, the three women, one immortal, one cursed and one untried, stand between the salvation and end of Aka.

In a world where every human is bound at birth to a *spirit animal*—a pure embodiment of their soul—young Prince Asheron awaits the sacred *Day of Hatching*, a royal tradition for those whose spirits arrive as eggs.