Sunset Shimmer

"Dragons rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _______ Power comes from the beast you tame in this world, and you need to do it at the tender age of ten. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option, his aging parents sold everything for his chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? The apex predators? Turns out they start small too, so... He’s going to tame everything, every evolutionary line. How? Turns out, his summon isn’t useless after all. Step one: survive long enough to unlock his gift. Step two: tame creatures nobody else dares to touch. Step three: become the strongest tamer the world has ever seen and laugh in the face of those who doubted him. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Because in this world, strength isn’t just about the creature you summon; it’s about the bond you forge, the risks you take, and the will to rise when the world drags you down. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Even better, every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, questionable life choices, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions, over-the-top power fantasy, and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love an underdog, an over-the-top power fantasy, and a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a more serious or a bit grim-dark story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun, taming dragons and expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna... Her skin and clothes morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress! Oh, and don’t miss the cool horns. It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. We will use the same Discord from Utopian, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [13 P.M GMT+8 Time!] OR [16 P.M GMT+8 Time!] If there comes an extra chapter, it would be released at: [00:00 GMT+8 TIME!]

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled. His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it. A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!” On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster. He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining. He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet. He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun. … For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them. Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.”

Raphael's heart skipped a beat, while Celest, unable to contain his fear, trembled in place, on the verge of giving in to panic. Linfer, however, observed them all with absolute detachment. In his eyes, their movements seemed slow, very slow. Even Luciel, moving at a speed close to that of light, appeared frozen in time. With a simple flap of his wings, Linfer floated on the surface of the sea of blood, indifferent to the slowness of those around him. His dark claws gleamed slightly as he raised his index finger to his forehead, where an Omega symbol was etched into his flesh. The symbol shimmered, emitting a terrifying aura, as a drop of black blood slowly emerged, suspended in mid-air. Silence enveloped the scene. In a barely audible whisper, yet resonating throughout the ninth heaven, " [Ashkharsh: All Red]" The drop of black blood finally fell. As it touched the surface of the bloody sea... Psychopath, hedonist, hemophage, Linfer, known as the Blood Devil, brought about Armageddon for humanity. His strength was such that it shook the most powerful beings. But his impulsiveness drew the attention of the Tree of Tao... transmigrating to an earlier time... "Young Master Bai! The Devourer has left traces in a kingdom of the lower plane!" "Gather the inner disciples! As servants of Tao, we must purge this evil, even if it means sacrificing ourselves!" "The younger generation is truly fortunate to have you!" "That's true~" A slight smile spread across his face. *** #romance #manipulation #evilMC #gore #r18 #mythology #cultivation #Harem

After the judgment, the ire of God was revealed with the words: "Be cast unto eternal damnation!" And so it was that humans and jinns alike found themselves scattered across the Nine Circles of Hell, left to burn and suffer for eternity. Until after an untold number of eternities, an angelic voice called out, announcing God's decree: "One soul shall earn the chance to return to grace." Humans and jinns found a shimmering screen appear before their eyes, tallying their sins and something called 'Fragments of Divinity'. "Cleanse away your sins," said the voice. "Do what must be done!" Now, a human known as Wretched Nameless One—the only human found in the Ninth Circle—sets out on a journey to claim his spot in Heaven, tasked with fighting hellish monsters and devilish hell-dwellers competing to return to grace. Will he escape eternal torment and rise to grace or return to the everlasting cleansing fire once more?

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

Synopsis: In the Asterios Empire, where noble bloodlines carry the essence of magic, a child’s destiny is unveiled at the age of five through a sacred ritual. For Khione Briston, the youngest daughter of the esteemed Briston Dukedom, this moment changes everything. Within the grand cathedral of the imperial capital, Khione awakens to the power of Time—a mystical magic unseen for centuries. The air swirls, gears and cogs shimmer into existence, and a clock with rapidly spinning hands marks the moment of her awakening. Shock and awe fill the room, as the nobles witness a rare and unparalleled affinity emerge from the youngest Briston. With the weight of her family’s legacy and a power no one can teach her to wield, Khione stands at the beginning of a journey that promises greatness but is shrouded in mystery. Khione must learn what it means to stand on her own, even as the threads of time itself twist in her hands.

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.

"It was all my fault after all." Said Yi Zhi to himself, after having gone through hell and back, now an old man, sitting on a bench facing the sea. "If only I can go back, back to before it happened. I swear I will make things right." Just when he finally embraces the sweet death along with the sunset and closes his eyes, things take an odd turn as he wakes up once again. "Wasn't I supposed to be dead already? Is this a second chance? Does this mean... I can fix everything?" In this life, he'll take it easy, and correct everything that he regretted doing so in his past life, unaware of the butterfly effect that his actions will make. A tale of defying what has been placed by fate, in a heart-wrenching manner.

In the land of Eldoria, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, there existed a mystical forest known as the Shadowwood. This forest was home to ancient trees, whispering leaves, and creatures that roamed under the cover of darkness. In a small village on the outskirts of the Shadowwood, there lived a young woman named Lyra. She was a skilled huntress, with hair as black as the night sky and eyes that shone like the stars. Lyra was known throughout the village for her bravery and her unparalleled accuracy with a bow. One day, a stranger arrived in the village. He was a tall, brooding figure with piercing green eyes and hair that seemed to shimmer like the moon. He introduced himself as Kael, a warrior from a distant land, and he was seeking refuge in the village. As Lyra and Kael spent more time together, they began to realize that they were drawn to each other. But their love was forbidden, for Kael was hiding a dark secret: he was a creature of the Shadowwood, a being with the power to control the shadows and manipulate the darkness. As their relationship deepened, Lyra and Kael found themselves entangled in a web of danger and intrigue. The Shadowwood was stirring, and the creatures that lived within its depths were beginning to awaken. The villagers were in peril, and Lyra and Kael were the only ones who could save them. Together, they embarked on a perilous journey into the heart of the Shadowwood, facing treacherous paths, ferocious beasts, and ancient magic. Along the way, they discovered hidden temples, mysterious artifacts, and forgotten lore. As they delved deeper into the forest, Lyra and Kael's love for each other grew stronger. But they knew that their love was threatened by the secrets that Kael kept, and the danger that lurked in the shadows. Will Lyra and Kael be able to overcome the obstacles that stand in their way, or will the darkness of the Shadowwood tear them apart? Will they be able to save the village, or will the creatures of the forest consume everything in their path? This is just the beginning of our story, and I'd love to continue it with you. What do you think? Should we: A) Explore the secrets of the Shadowwood and the creatures that live within its depths B) Delve deeper into the romance between Lyra and Kael, and the challenges they face as a couple C) Introduce new characters and plot twists to complicate the story and raise the stakes D) Something else entirely? Let me know, and we'll continue the story together! I meant this one

... In the beginning, there is Ra'ma, a realm of breathtaking beauty and profound mystery, known by its inhabitants as the 1st realm. It is believed to be the first plane of creation, where the cosmos burst forth from the primordial essence of existence, painting the skies with vibrant hues and filling the air with the sweet scent of blooming flora. This enchanting realm is a tapestry woven with lush forests, towering mountains, and shimmering rivers, each corner teeming with life and wonder. It is revered as the birthplace of all that is, crafted by the Seven Celestials – immortal beings of immense power and wisdom, whose divine artistry shapes not only Ra'ma but also the twelve subsequent realms, each a reflection of their celestial will. Yet, as time flows like a river, a dark shadow begins to creep over Ra’ma, casting a pall over its radiant landscapes and threatening the delicate balance of life within. The harmony that once reigned is disrupted, and whispers of chaos and despair echo through the valleys. The story follows Aster, a young warrior who resides on the fringes of this mystical realm. He feels an unbreakable bond with the land, its ancient secrets coursing through his veins like a forgotten melody. When a malevolent force rises, shattering the peace of his home and unleashing turmoil, Arion is compelled to embark on a perilous quest. His heart races with determination as he seeks to uncover the truth behind the disturbances that plague his world. As he journeys through the enchanting landscapes of Ra’ma, Aster encounters remnants of the past – forgotten temples draped in vines, ancient texts that whisper secrets of old, and the echoes of history that guide him. Each step he takes reveals the rich tapestry of his heritage and the weight of destiny upon his shoulders. This is where it all begins, as Aster grapples with the profound question that stirs within him: What is a human? And where is Earth? His quest is not just for answers, but for the very essence of existence itself, as he strives to restore balance to a world on the brink of chaos. ...

In the cutting-edge Dogtough Laboratory, three brilliant young scientists—Sou, the visionary engineer; Rema, the prodigy programmer; and Ren, the daring physicist—achieve the unthinkable: the invention of a time machine. Designed to explore the secrets of history and unravel the mysteries of the future, their machine is a marvel of technology, a culmination of their dreams and relentless effort. Eager to test their creation, they embark on a journey through time, but something goes terribly wrong. A sudden surge of energy disrupts the machine’s delicate mechanics, hurling them not into the past or future, but into an entirely different reality—a fantastical realm far beyond their comprehension. This is a world of towering trees that whisper and laugh, their roots weaving stories of ancient secrets. Rivers shimmer with liquid starlight, and the skies are patrolled by mythical creatures. Here, elves with piercing eyes guard sacred groves, and cultivation of magical powers is the key to survival. At the heart of this realm stands the Sun King's dominion, a sprawling empire shrouded in terror and awe. The Sun King, a ruthless and omnipotent sorcerer, rules with an iron fist, wielding magic so ancient and powerful that even the boldest challengers dare not oppose him. Thrown into this unpredictable world, Sou, Rema, and Ren must adapt to survive. Their knowledge of science clashes with the world’s mystical forces, yet it also opens possibilities for groundbreaking discoveries. As they navigate this treacherous land, they uncover truths about the Sun King’s tyranny and the secrets he guards—secrets that could lead to their only hope of returning home. In a race against time, they must unravel the mysteries of this enchanted realm, master its magical laws, and confront the Sun King himself. Their survival hinges on one question: can they fuse the logic of science with the boundless power of magic to find their way back, or will they be trapped in this fantastical world forever?

Tis a world where creatures of the night are dominant and continuously wreaking havoc on its lands. It's mostly shrouded in darkness and currently just a small piece of land is being blessed to see the light. However its light is wearing and it may only take just a few years for it to be finally absorb by the darkness. All the lands that is covered in darkness are barren. It would smells like rotten eggs from the surrounding presence of sulphur in the air. Most of it is also littered with corpses, evident of the constant invasion of the demons. It may seem like hope is gone but still a shimmer of light has shine down for mankind. Humanity have organized an academy and recruited all of the young talents that can lead them to salvation. This young prodigies will learn everything that is needed for them to survive and reclaim their lost lands. Becoming a beacon of light for the entire human race. Our story will revolve with Phyxius Ezriel, a young prodigy whose potentials that could only be seen once in a thousand of years. We will go through his adventures and his quest for vengeance. This is DECWODAM. Dark, enchanted, world of demons and moster.

The realm of Lusara is a land of splendor and strife, where towering kingdoms rise above fertile lands, and shadowed secrets dwell within the hearts of the powerful. The empire is upheld by a delicate balance: a sovereign monarch presiding over lesser lords, and beneath them, the two dominant Houses—House Avernal and House Crimsonvale. These Houses are the empire’s shield and dagger, bound by duty yet divided by enmity. Known as the "Houses of the Devil," their reputations stem from the lords who rule them—individuals whose power, ambition, and ruthlessness have made them both revered and feared. Each House serves the empire in its own way: House Avernal safeguards the northern frontiers, a land of unyielding mountains and winter's breath, while House Crimsonvale governs the southern expanses, a place of blazing sands and endless sunsets. Though their territories form the empire’s spine, their hostility toward each other threatens to tear it apart. In a time of rising tensions, their paths converge not on the battlefield but at the edge of the empire, where an abandoned orphanage crumbles in solitude. There, among overgrown flowers and whispered memories, lives a girl who calls herself a flower. This meeting will set the threads of destiny spinning, entwining love, hatred, and the bittersweet fragility of life.

"The heavenly dog ​​rises from the earth and falls into the sunset. The sky is as red as blood, and the lucky star retreats into nothingness. In the vastness, a man stumbles forward, paving the way with difficulty, and blood is spilled with every step. Only a stalk of chrysanthemum withers behind him." This is a prophecy that no one can interpret, but some people say that this is my fate. Others say that the ritual officials are involved in yin and yang, are good at tombs, and cover up the secrets of heaven. The nobles of ancient times were all buried in their hands to protect future generations. In the end, they did not die well, and I could not escape it. But I don't accept it...

Check out my new novel: My Seven Beautiful Sins! °°°°° In a distant future, seven centuries after the cataclysmic mana storm, the world of Gaïa transformed into a realm infused with magic. The fabric of reality shifted, revealing the manifestation of stats, skills, and levels through ethereal windows, visible to all. A new era emerged, where humanity awoke to the concept of Classes, bestowing upon them unique abilities and the potential for greatness. However, only the truly exceptional would ascend to seize the Throne in this extraordinary Era of Players. Noah uttered profound words, his eyes shimmering with an unearthly force. "Life itself is akin to a prison, but fear not, for I, Death, shall set you free.'' °°° Discord: https://discord.com/invite/qxK8vcpF

In a world where ambition drives humanity to reshape nature itself, the sprawling, artificial megacity of Phoros stands as the pinnacle of human achievement—a continent-sized labyrinth of steel, neon, and secrets. Amidst its shimmering skyline, the Alaric family reigns supreme, a lineage of heroes, visionaries, and enigmatic leaders whose influence spans continents and industries. When Gerald Alaric, a celebrated war hero and patriarch of the Alaric dynasty, strikes a daring pact with a brilliant but desperate scientist, Hyde Sync, the result is the Ashvin Project—a groundbreaking experiment that transcends the boundaries of science, morality, and human potential. From this collaboration are born Sebastian and Aura, two genetically crafted children heralded as the next step in human evolution. But as the Alaric family gathers to witness this momentous creation, buried tensions, clashing ambitions, and dangerous secrets bubble to the surface. The Ashvin twins represent more than just technological marvels—they are symbols of power, legacy, and a new future. However, such creations seldom come without a cost, and the consequences of meddling with the very fabric of humanity threaten to unravel the delicate balance of a world teetering on the edge of progress and ruin. (This novel will be published in RoyalRoad)

In a world where gods rule the skies and mortals suffer below, one maiden's defiance will ignite a war between realms-and hearts. Serena Arcane never asked to be chosen. Marked as one of six maidens sent to the fearful Sky Kingdom to wed its prince, she only wanted to protect her family from the wrath of the supernatural beings who see humans as pawns. But the moment she steps into their shimmering, dangerous world, it becomes clear the Sky Kingdom is not what it seems-and neither is its feared ruler, the Dark King Zade. Whispers of a deadly prophecy surround Serena, murmurs that she alone holds the power to unravel centuries of suffering. Yet her greatest threat-and temptation-lies in the golden-eyed king whose icy exterior conceals secrets darker than the abyss. He rules with cruelty, yet something about her stirs the embers of a long-extinguished fire within him. As tensions rise between mortal and god, Serena must navigate a court full of deceit, rivalries, and betrayals. Bound by fate but divided by hatred, she and Zade are forced into a dangerous dance where every step could mean their undoing-or the salvation of worlds. She vows to resist him. He swears to break her. But when a love this fierce burns, will it destroy them both? Bound to the Dark king is an intense high fantasy romance story packed with action, suspense and the thrill that will keep you glued till the very end. This is a standalone.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

The immense creaking of something, terrible and divine... The blooming of the blue lotus... The iridescent shimmer of a clear sky... Mystical, auspicious dreams of beastly heavens... The vespertine light of a solar past... Pale blue irises flecked in light... And history turning, blistering, churning and changing shape. All that a mage wishes for is... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first web novel, please have some patience. I don’t know when exactly I’ll add chapters, though for now I think I’ll stick to 2 a week, usually 2k to 4k words each. Thanks for reading :)

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine.

Felix has been carrying a torch for Gray, his childhood love, for as long as he can remember. After they graduated, Gray mysteriously cut off all communication, leaving Felix confused and heart wrenched. His friend, trying to help him move on, introduces Felix to her cousin Matthew, a silent, but charming Englishman who found his way onto Philippine soil. Matthew is everything Felix didn’t expect. As their friendship blossoms into something deeper, Felix begins to wonder if he can finally move past Gray. But just when things seem to be falling into place, Felix discovers that Gray is also attending Northerners University. Suddenly, Felix’s once-uncomplicated feelings become a tangled mess, as he finds himself torn between the nostalgia of his unspoken love for Gray and the fresh excitement of his budding romance with Matthew. With both men now a part of his campus life...things are bound to swirl around unexpected changes.

In the enchanting land of Serendia, where shimmering moonlight dance upon tranquil lakes and ancient forest whisper secrets, there exists a mysterious lullaby that drifts throught the hight air. Every evening, when the sun sets behind the horizon, a haunting melody emerges, soothing the heart of the restless and beckoning sleep to weary souls.

In the dim light of the Musuem, Ethan stumbled upon an old, dust-covered pocket watch, its brass surface tarnished with age. As he turned it over in his hands, a strange energy pulsed through him, and the air shimmered like a mirage. Little did he know, this was no ordinary timepiece; it was a gateway to the past, a relic of a forgotten age.

In her past life, she was a majestic unicorn, revered as a sacred guardian of the forest. Her silver mane gleamed under moonlight, her horn a beacon of purity and power. But her tranquil life ended brutally at the hands of a human hunter, her shimmering blood staining the earth she once protected. Now, she awakens to an unwelcome reality—a human body. Reborn by the will of a capricious goddess, the former unicorn is told she must walk among the very species she despises to "learn the intricacies of humanity." With no horn to defend herself, her ethereal beauty becomes a double-edged sword, drawing the attention of suitors from all walks of life: a cunning nobleman seeking a trophy wife, a dashing rogue who claims to see through her icy demeanor, a stoic knight who pledges undying loyalty, and even a mysterious mage who suspects her otherworldly origins. But their adoration is a curse, not a blessing. Resentful of her fragile human form and her inability to protect herself as she once did, she yearns only for the return of her horn—a symbol of her pride and power. She dreams of using it to drive away the persistent men vying for her affection and reclaiming the strength she lost. As she navigates a world of political intrigue, forbidden magic, and deep-seated prejudices, she is forced to confront the complexities of human emotions and morality. Can she find a way to reconcile her past and present selves? Or will her quest to reclaim her former glory come at the cost of understanding what it truly means to be human? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Author's Note: Publishing Schedule Update Dear Readers, Thank you for your continued support and enthusiasm for my stories! To help you keep track of updates, here's my current publishing schedule: Daily Updates The Ripple of Ashes Perkatory: Coffee, Zombies, and the Brewmaster System These two stories will receive updates every single day so that you can follow their progress without pause! Three Updates Per Week Rebirth of a Fey Lord – Updates on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The Unicorn's Curse – Updates on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I'll do my best to maintain consistency, but if delays ever occur, I'll keep you informed. Your patience and feedback mean the world to me! Happy reading, and thank you for being part of this journey! Warm regards, Sarah Rosellet

Twenty-year-old Kaito Rose, who goes by "Ice," never believed in the supernatural until he meets a ghost named Nia by a creek at sunset. His unique ability to see spirits, particularly demons known as Echos, leads to tragedy when his entire family is murdered by one of these entities. Guided by Nia, a mysterious "Lost Echo" hunted by her own kind, Ice ventures into the land of the dead seeking revenge. After consuming an Echo's lungs to gain supernatural powers, he confronts the God of Death, known as The Siren, who reveals they've been manipulating events all along. The Siren captures Nia and subjects Ice to psychological torture, forcing him to relive his worst memories through a mysterious whistle. As Ice struggles between the world of the living and the dead, he must uncover the truth about Nia's nature, The Siren's ultimate plans, and his own destiny as someone who can bridge both realms.

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

Elara, a young painter known for her extraordinary talent and calm demeanor, stumbles upon a mysterious crystal orb while shopping with her vibrant best friend, Sienna. Drawn to its otherworldly beauty, she takes it home, intending to create a masterpiece for her upcoming art auction. But as she finishes her sketch, the orb unleashes a surge of light and transports her into a breathtaking world she thought only existed in her imagination—a realm of shimmering crystal forests, star-lit lakes, and magical secrets.

★ In the heart of a primeval forest, where the darkness cast a bone chilling glow, stood a girl of supernatural beauty and terrifying powers. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silken waterfall, shimmering under the moonlight, crackling with raw energy. Her eyes, a piercing gold, burned with an infernal intensity, like the molten Sulphur of hell… ★★★★★ In a land where humans and supernatural beings coexist. Of the lands inhabited by humans stood one of the most powerful and greatest kingdom, Eldoria, ruled by its charming and wise king, king Aaron, the only human king with four wives, including; a vampire, a witch, a werewolf, and a human. Was it hard? Of course, it was challenging to keep his wives from ripping his and each other heads out. Raised with love and weapons, Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, half-siblings possess extraordinary abilities. However, she remains lacking in many ways. Despite her father’s unwavering love, she still endures constant bullying from her three sisters. She is kind-hearted, stubborn, shy, gentle, innocent and flawlessly beautiful. Her eyes, two enchanting amber-bluish hazel orbs and her long silky dark hair stood out of all king Aaron children’s striking appearance of raven black hair and all shades of green eyes. Only, it just happened that things stopped being weak for Brittany one fateful day as she began to undergo transformations, signalling the abeyant powers she never knew that were within her. Will this mark the beginning of a new chapter in her story? What role will this newfound strength play when darkness arises? ««« This book is splitted into two parts (or volume) including; Volume 1- Brittany's life and adventure with family. Volume 2- Married to the cold prince: a new journey begins. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hearing your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. ♥ Midsummer07.

Cen Lingqiu, a long-time employee of the Book Transmigration Bureau, takes on one final task before her retirement—preventing the female lead from committing suicide. The female lead is beautiful but frail, with paralyzed legs, and is treated as a substitute for the male protagonist's lost love, locked away in his mountainside estate, forbidden from seeing anyone. Cen Lingqiu transmigrates into the body of the male protagonist’s sister, a vicious side character who constantly bullies the female lead, making her life miserable. The system alerts Cen Lingqiu that the female lead has developed a severe self-destructive tendency. To advance the plot, Cen Lingqiu must prevent her suicide and reduce her self-destructive urges. Yu Mingjiao, the female lead, is stunning but deeply depressed and world-weary. Cen Lingqiu dutifully ignores her coldness, takes her to watch sunsets, nurses her back to health, and shows her kindness. After completing her mission and faking her death to leave, Cen Lingqiu is ready to retire when the system informs her that Yu Mingjiao's self-destructive tendencies have resurfaced, meaning her mission has failed. Forced to return to Yu Mingjiao's side, Cen Lingqiu unexpectedly dies again. When she returns for the third time, she finds that the once melancholic and quiet female lead has turned into a complete lunatic—suffering from hallucinations and delusions, with an intense obsession with her. In a neurotic tone, Yu Mingjiao whispers: “Lingqiu, if you leave me again, I’ll die.” Cen Lingqiu: “...” [Please note: The cover is AI-generated and does not depict elements from the story] [This novel is translated, 5 chapters / day, CT: 深又]