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In a world where medieval castles stand alongside neon-lit cyberpunk cityscapes, two young souls embark on a journey that will test the limits of hope in the darkest of times. Daglan and Rozeree, adopted siblings with intertwined fates, set out across a continent teeming with diverse races and conflicting technologies. As they grow from innocent children to battle-hardened teenagers, their paths diverge but remain connected by the shadows of their past. Rozeree, haunted by trauma she can't escape, seeks to forge her own identity in a world that seems determined to define her. Meanwhile, Daglan is driven by a singular purpose: to avenge his parents' murder and rescue his long-lost sister from the clutches of darkness. But in this realm where swords clash with holograms and magic mingles with machinery, nothing is as simple as it seems. As Daglan closes in on his parents' killer, he must confront not only the demons of his past but also the harsh realities of a world where hope struggles to survive. Will Daglan find justice and redemption? Can Rozeree outrun her demons and claim her own destiny? Or will the darkness that threatens to consume them both prove too powerful to overcome? Dive into this dark fantasy where medieval lore collides with futuristic innovation, and discover whether the flame of hope can truly endure in the face of unimaginable adversity.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

" why ?" Veronica asked . zacks breath hardened , his chest heaving deeply " why what ?" he asked. " why did you stop, why did you stop all of it , you stopped treating me the way you used to" Veronica replied blinking back tears . " Veronica, i thought you wanted me out of your life ?" . "Noo !". " i didn't, i don't, i never wanted you out of my life " Veronica yelled , tears rolling down her holden brown eyes . zack abruptly got on his knees , cupping her face in his large palm ." stop , stop crying, you are making me feel even worse " . " i like , i like all thise times , you stalk me, torment me , torture me, huant me, you make me suffer the the way i like it and ....you just stopped all that , you left like i wasn't worth all that anymore " . " No that's a lie, i want you, i want to destroy you". he replied chuckling dryly . His laughter rolling over in the empty room. " Veronica i want to make you mine , ruin you that you will have no where else to run to but to come back to me but.. Veronica you don't deserve such toxic love " he said his thumb wipping tears off her face . " No , that's what i want , it al i need zack , please " Veronica pleaded with him starring deep into his eyes . zack grabbed her both hands in one of his jerking her back into reality " stop this madness " . " No i Will not, I wiil yell, i wil scream zack , i want you , i have completly lost it ". zack face lit in a crocked smile bitting on his lower lip. " calm down , you need to remember that we are still in hostage " . " oh that , i kidnapped us , you never wanted to to cross path with me , so i arranged for us to be kidnapped ". " Jesus Veronica, you are crazy " zack replied flashing her a proud smile. Veronica giggled brushing her arm on his hand " I know" . " you are beautiful mama " he said brushing the strands of hair on her face aside, pulling her face closer , capturing her lips for a rough kiss . " so how do we get out of here mami ?" he asked his eyes darting around the room .

"Sur le lit." Mon nouveau maître, l'Alpha de Drogomor, ordonna. Je marchais vers le lit, nue, honteuse et remplie de larmes. J'étais sur le point de perdre ma virginité, mais cela ne signifiait rien pour l'homme qui allait me la prendre. *** Je suis Rosalie, 20 ans, vendue au plus terrifiant des alphas par mon propre père. "Tu n'es rien pour moi, juste une reproductrice." dit-il cruellement. J'avais depuis longtemps compris que mon amour pour lui était désespéré et idiot. Cependant, j'étais naïve de penser que c'était la fin de l'histoire. Une fois le bébé né, je serai mise à mort. *** Les gens pensaient que j'étais morte, mais j'ai survécu. "C'est toi !" Il saisit ma main, et ses yeux étaient remplis d'émotions que je ne pouvais comprendre. "Reviens à moi, Rosalie." "Désolée." Je le regardai calmement, "mais je pense que vous vous êtes trompé de personne."

A new work from the author of 'My Senior Brother is Too Steady', welcome to enjoy it! ------- [Science Fiction Apocalypse Setting + Alone Cultivation Protagonist, Not a Mindless Feel-Good Story] This is a shattered world where human civilization barely gasps for air on a planet ravaged by the Blade Beast catastrophe, the flame of civilization in underground fortresses flickers intermittently, and human elites in space are brewing a final plan to strike back at the Blade Beasts, but the future of humanity is dimly lit by fading stars… "So," a Mahayana Realm expert, who after cultivating alone for one hundred and twenty-five years failed his tribulation and became a Residual Soul in this 'peculiar' world, sighed deeply as he looked up to the sky: "What the hell does this have to do with me?!"

[Statut : TERMINÉ] « Feng Tianyi ! Ton frère a détruit ma famille Tang ! Y a-t-il quelque chose de bon dans ta famille ? » « En. Ne vois-tu pas comment nos gènes de belle apparence se transmettent à nos enfants ? Quant à la dette de la famille Feng, je te la paierai. » Il dit nonchalamment. Tang Moyu se moqua et croisa les bras sur sa poitrine. « Comment comptes-tu payer ? » « Que dirais-tu que je te rembourse avec mon corps ? » « ... » Tellement sans honte ! L'homme assis dans son fauteuil roulant éclata de rire en voyant son expression contrariée. « Mademoiselle Tang, ça ne sert à rien de faire semblant de ne pas l'avoir vu puisque tu as littéralement grimpé dans mon lit et profité de moi. » Il y a cinq ans, Tang Moyu était l'impératrice du monde des affaires et était au sommet de sa carrière avant d'être réduite à néant lorsque son fiancé est tombé amoureux d'une autre femme. C'était acceptable puisqu'il n'y avait pas d'amour entre elle et Feng Tianhua, mais qui aurait pu penser que cette « Cendrillon » était un loup déguisé en mouton ? Et puis il y a Feng Tianyi, le successeur tristement célèbre de la famille Feng, un auteur acclamé par la critique qui secouait constamment la liste des meilleures ventes avec ses livres. Les rumeurs disent qu'il était colérique et de mauvaise humeur. Il était si impitoyable que ni les hommes ni les femmes ne voulaient de sa compagnie. Les rumeurs disent même que son visage était si beau et hors de ce monde. Il était pratiquement un dieu parmi les hommes. C'était dommage qu'il fût handicapé. Les deux n'étaient jamais censés se rencontrer à nouveau, mais une paire de petits buns doux est intervenue. « Oncle, nous n'avons pas d'argent pour te payer les dégâts. » Le plus grand des petits buns a dit. « Mes manuscrits n'ont pas de prix, » répondit cet oncle séduisant avec amusement. « Oncle, si ça ne te dérange pas, pouvons-nous payer avec notre maman ? Elle est aussi inestimable. » Ainsi la paire de petits buns doux et l'oncle séduisant conclurent un accord mais qui aurait pensé que la femme en question était une reine froide comme la glace venue de l'enfer qui avait une étrange affinité pour les sucreries ? —— Éditeur/relecteur : ninaviews Couverture du livre : Bizzybiin / droits d’auteur 2020 anjeeriku

Lorsque Feng Qing est née, elle a été vendue à un couple de la montagne à cause de la négligence de l'hôpital. Seize ans plus tard, ses parents biologiques l'ont ramenée à la maison depuis un petit village de montagne, elle pensait que sa vie serait meilleure, mais ce n'était pas le cas. Non seulement elle n'a pas reçu d'amour de la part de ses parents, sa sœur de substitution l'a rendue aveugle. Finalement, ses parents l'ont mariée à un vieil homme dans la cinquantaine. Le jour de son mariage, Feng Qing s'est échappée de l'hôtel poursuivie par une ribambelle de gardes du corps. Dans une situation critique, elle a grimpé dans la voiture noire garée en bord de route. Sur la banquette arrière de la voiture se tenait un homme séduisant où la froideur impitoyable était un élément constant sur son visage. Il avait l'air de quelqu'un avec qui on ne pouvait pas plaisanter. Feng Qing tapota ses petites mains sales. "Alors, monsieur, j'ai remarqué que la solitude se lit sur votre visage. Que diriez-vous d'avoir une épouse qui se présente maintenant à vous ?" Xie Jiuhan était communément appelé le Neuvième Maître. Il était le seigneur de la Capitale et avait une personnalité imprévisible. Il était têtu et impitoyable. Les femmes de la haute société dans la Capitale ont utilisé tous les moyens, mais aucune d'entre elles n'a même approché l'ourlet des vêtements du Maître Neuvième. À partir de ce jour, des rumeurs ont commencé à se répandre dans la Capitale. Le Neuvième Maître, qui se tenait d'ordinaire à l'écart des femmes, élevait une petite épouse dans son manoir et la gâtait à l'extrême. Maître Neuvième : "Ma femme est trop faible pour prendre soin d'elle-même." Le docteur : "Alors, qui est cette dame qui a brisé la rotule de quelqu'un d'un seul coup de pied ?" Maître Neuvième : "Ma femme a vécu dans des villages, elle n'est pas bonne dans ses études." Les étudiants de l'Université Capitale : "Votre femme obtient toujours la première place dans chaque examen. Si elle n'est pas bonne dans ses études, que sommes-nous ? Des débiles ?" Maître Neuvième : "Ma femme est extrêmement timide. Elle n'a pas rencontré beaucoup de grands pontes ou de figures marquantes." Le public : "S'il vous plaît, taisez-vous !" L'autorité de premier plan en médecine, les professeurs de sciences et les réalisateurs internationaux célèbres faisaient la queue devant votre maison, suppliants de la voir ! Oui, votre femme n'avait pas rencontré de grands pontes ou de figures marquantes auparavant parce qu'elle était la figure la plus marquante ici.

Mo Rao est née dans une famille de médecins militaires. Ses parents avaient risqué leur vie pour sauver la grand-mère de Fu Ying, alors cette dernière avait forcé Fu Ying à prendre Mo Rao pour épouse. Mo Rao savait toujours que Fu Ying avait une amoureuse de rêve nommée Qu Ru. Cette fille n'avait pas réussi à épouser Fu Ying comme elle le désirait parce que la grand-mère de Fu Ying les en avait empêchés. Après leur mariage, Fu Ying était très prévenant envers Mo Rao. Ils avaient même une grande compatibilité, en particulier au lit. Fu Ying se retrouvait toujours profondément plongé dans la tendresse de Mo Rao. Jusqu'au jour où, Fu Ying dit, « Qu Ru est revenue. Divorçons. Je transférerai la propriété que je t'ai promise à ton nom. » Mo Rao dit, « Ne pourrions-nous pas divorcer ? Et si... je suis enceinte... ? » Fu Ying répondit sans cœur, « Avorte-le ! Je ne veux plus d'obstacles entre Qu Ru et moi. De plus, Qu Ru a la leucémie, et ton moelle osseuse est compatible avec la sienne. Si tu es disposée à faire un don, je peux te promettre n'importe quoi. » Mo Rao dit, « Et si ma condition est que nous ne divorcions pas ? » Les yeux de Fu Ying se durcirent. « Mo Rao, ne sois pas trop gourmande. Même si je te promets quelque chose pour Qu Ru, tu sais très bien que je ne t'aime pas. » Les mots « je ne t'aime pas » poignardèrent le cœur de Mo Rao comme un couteau. Son sourire devint soudainement tordu et elle n'était plus la femme docile qu'elle avait été. « Fu Ying, c'est la première fois que tu me répulses autant. Tu me traites de cupide, mais n'es-tu pas pareil ? Tu veux que je divorce pour que tu puisses être avec Qu Ru ? D'accord, j'accepte. Mais tu rêves même que je la sauve ? N'oublie pas, on ne peut pas tout avoir dans la vie, comme toi et moi. » Puis Mo Rao s'en alla. Fu Ying se sentit réellement suffoquer, et ce sentiment le rendit fou. Lorsque Mo Rao réapparut, elle était devenue une étoile éblouissante. Quand elle se présenta devant Fu Ying, tenant la main de son nouveau beau, Fu Ying se moqua éperdument et dit, « Chérie, n'avais-tu pas dit que tu m'aimerais seulement ? » Mo Rao sourit légèrement. « Désolée, ex-mari. Je m'étais trompée à l'époque. Tu n'étais qu'un remplaçant. En fait, j'aime quelqu'un d'autre. »

``` Faites connaissance avec Érika Walters, une femme qui a quitté sa riche famille et son mode de vie onéreux, et caché son identité juste pour épouser l'homme qu'elle aime. Un homme que sa famille l'avait mise en garde de ne pas poursuivre si elle ne voulait pas avoir le cœur brisé. Ignorant les conseils de sa famille, Érika a épousé Adrian Hart. Adrain était contre le mariage car il n'avait jamais eu de sentiments pour Érika. Cependant, tous les deux se sont mis ensemble à cause de la matriarche de la famille Hart. Grand-mère Élisabeth. Un mariage était censé être un doux voyage pour une femme qui venait juste d'être acceptée par sa belle-famille, mais celui d'Érika était tout le contraire. Être traitée comme une servante n'était pas l'un des rôles d'une femme mariée. Sa belle-famille la traitait tous comme de la boue. Son mari la trompait continuellement avec sa maîtresse, Félicia Evans, que sa grand-mère avait toujours méprisée. Après avoir été témoin de son mari ayant des rapports sexuels avec sa maîtresse dans leur lit conjugal, Érika ne pouvait plus supporter la torture. Elle avait atteint sa limite d'endurance. Elle ne pouvait laisser son cœur être continuellement joué comme s'il s'agissait d'un jouet. Érika a saisi les papiers de divorce, signé son nom et quitté la demeure Hart avec la promesse qu'elle reviendrait et leur ferait perdre tout ce pour quoi ils avaient travaillé dur. L'amour ? Elle a trois frères aînés qui la chouchoutent. Érika est retournée dans sa famille et a commencé à ourdir son complot contre ses ex-belle-famille jusqu'à ce qu'elle rencontre Ethan, son ami d'enfance avec qui elle s'était heurtée des années auparavant. **** Extrait « Tu es vraiment une salope », cracha Adrian avec dégoût. Érika le regarda calmement. « La dernière fois que j'ai vérifié, M. Hart. Nous ne sommes plus apparentés alors pourquoi cela vous dérange-t-il tant que je sois une salope ou non ? » Elle l'interrogea froidement. « Puisque vous avez un si bon œil pour identifier qui est une salope, pourquoi n'avez-vous pas encore découvert la plus grosse salope de votre famille ? » Elle lui rétorqua. **** Érika réussira-t-elle à se venger ? Comment réagira Adrain lorsqu'il verra qu'elle est passée à autre chose ? Adrain et Félicia auront-ils leur happy end ? Érika ressentira-t-elle des regrets après avoir obtenu sa revanche ? Découvrira-t-elle d'autres secrets au cours de son périple de vengeance ? Découvrez-en plus en cliquant sur le livre ; Mon Ex Mari Veut Me Reconquérir Après 3 Ans de Divorce **** Salut les gars Ceci est mon premier livre Je suis encore débutante Alors j'espère que vous apprécierez ce livre Mais n'oubliez pas de me donner votre soutien et vos encouragements Merci ```

"Fairy, don't be afraid. I'm not the Devil Leader." "But your Blood Sea Phenomena, White Bone Daoist Palace, countless Soul Banners, and your World-Destroying Demon Knife prove that you are a Devil Leader." "Fairy, you've misunderstood me. I'm actually a good person who carries a knife. The one I just killed is the true Devil Leader." "He is my husband!" Ji Changsheng's eyes lit up. It was simply marvelous.

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

``` Une femme de 24 ans se retrouve dans le monde d'un roman suite à un crash d'avion. Elle prend possession du corps d'un personnage secondaire qui porte le même nom qu'elle. Elle arrive à une époque où tout est rare. L'instant où elle ouvre les yeux, on lui dit qu'elle épousera dans deux mois un homme infirme. Jeune fille troublée : "Pourquoi personne ne m'a dit que mon fiancé était si beau ?" Fiancé fier : "Chérie, je suis content que tu aimes mon visage et mon corps. Dois-je réchauffer ton lit maintenant ?" Fille perplexe : "Ne disait-on pas que tu étais un infirme ? Comment peux-tu bouger avec autant de vigueur ?" Époux vigoureux : "Où as-tu entendu de telles rumeurs ? Il semble que je doive me prouver à toi." Jeune fille timide : "Tellement sans gêne..." ```

A dimly lit, gaudy bar, a woman throws a seductive glance at you. When you wake up again in a hotel, you find two bite marks on your neck, your blood drained. In the desolate wilderness, you're startled awake by the howl of wolves, unaware that tonight you've become the prey for a clan's coming-of-age ritual. In a cluttered bachelor apartment, you hear a knock on the door. You step forward, and through the peephole, a pair of hungry, crimson eyes stare back at its dinner. Alone, whispers fill your ears—the dead linger in the spirit realm. They refuse to leave you behind, resenting that you are still alive . At last, you've completed the ritual from the book. You are about to become the new Faust, but you don’t realize that the contract sold not only your wife and children, but also your soul. Anyone who glimpses beneath the curtain knows: Adonai abandoned His creations long ago...

« Je te laisserai être sur le dessus dès ce soir, s'il te plaît ne me divorce pas, chéri ! » ----- La vie de conte de fées d'Evelyn a volé en éclats lorsqu'un inconnu a fait irruption, prétendant être la véritable fille de la famille Wright avec des preuves. Ses privilèges enviés ? Envoyés aux oubliettes. Sa réputation immaculée ? Salie. Ses quatre ans de fiançailles ? Brutalement annulées. Mais la plus grande trahison venait de son père autrefois aimant, prêt à la marier pour régler une affaire commerciale – avec un homme deux fois son âge ! Tout le monde dans le cercle a assisté à ce mariage scandaleux, impatients d'assister à la chute de la prétendue fausse héritière. Pourtant, le point culminant n'était pas ce même Evelyn avait anticipé! Zevian Reign, le magnat le plus riche de la nation, connu pour être le fantasme de chaque femme et le cauchemar de tous ses rivaux, a fait une entrée spectaculaire. Son arrivée a stupéfié les invités, mais son souhait effronté fut encore plus surprenant ! Il a demandé avec désinvolture à remplacer le marié et à épouser la magnifique mariée. Personne n'a osé contester, ni n'a eu le courage de lui désobéir. Ils n'avaient d'autre choix que d'assister au mariage. Et c'était l'heure pour Evelyn de sourire en coin, car elle était désormais la femme du diable. Et tous ceux qui l'avaient ruinée, ils paieraient au centuple ! ++++ [Extrait] « Pourquoi larguerais-je mon mari pour un perdant ? » Evelyn rigola en croisant les bras avec défi. « Il est meilleur que lui dans tous les aspects. » Son regard se porta sur son ex-fiancé, non loin de là, et elle continua avec un sourire en coin, « En fait, beaucoup mieux au lit. » Alors que le visage d'Annabelle rougissait de dégoût, Evelyn lui tapota le dos et se pencha pour asséner une autre gifle. « Alors, bonne chance avec lécher mes restes, chère demi-sœur. Il est parfait pour toi. »

The world has fallen into a huge disaster. The environment has deteriorated, monsters are running amok, and resources are scarce. Human survival is facing an unprecedented crisis. And the protagonist has a special ability in such a desperate situation and can light up the technology tree. Starting as an unappreciated little person, he uses his ability to unlock one key technology after another. The protagonist first uses technology to improve the living conditions of people around him in the shelter. He creates a highly efficient energy collection device, solving the problem of insufficient energy and making the shelter no longer threatened by darkness and cold. After that, he develops powerful weapons to fight the raging monsters and enhances human defense capabilities. As the technology tree is continuously lit up, the protagonist also invents equipment that can purify the environment and gradually improve the polluted land and water sources, giving humans more living space. In this process, the protagonist not only has to face external challenges brought by disasters but also deal with complex internal human conflicts of interests and suspicions. But he always persists. Taking technology as the light of hope, he leads humans to strive to rebuild their homes in the disaster era and move forward towards the goal of restoring world order and prosperity, becoming the hope star of humans in the dark period.

Leon sat cross-legged in the middle of his dimly lit room, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. A single candle flickered beside him, casting long shadows on his face. With his narrowed eyes, a slightly crooked grin, and his hood draped low over his head, Leon looked less like an innocent 12-year-old experimenting with magic and more like a nefarious villain from a cheap mystery novel. In front of him sat his subject of choice—a small, trembling gray cat with wide, terrified eyes. Its tail twitched nervously, and it tried to edge away, but Leon's outstretched hands blocked its escape. “Don’t be scared,” Leon whispered in a low, gravelly tone, trying to be reassuring. “This will… probably be fine.” To the cat, however, his words sounded like a devilish chant. Its fur bristled as it tried to back away, but Leon gently nudged it closer with a book. “Trust me,” he said again, his grin widening. To the cat, it looked like the grin of a madman. Leon raised his hands, ready to channel his fusion magic. He had this brilliant idea—maybe if he combined the cat’s natural agility with some enchanted fabric, he could create the ultimate stealth companion! He focused, energy swirling in his hands— BAM! The door to his room exploded inward with a deafening crash. “LEON!” shouted a chorus of voices. Startled, Leon’s magic surged uncontrollably. The glowing energy veered off course, missed the cat entirely, and hit the pile of uniforms scattered near his bed. In an instant, there was a brilliant flash of light, a puff of ominous black smoke, and a strange sizzling sound. As the smoke cleared, Leon’s friends—Aiden, Samual, and Felix—stood frozen in the doorway, coughing and waving the smoke away. Their eyes adjusted to the scene: a very guilty-looking Leon, a terrified cat darting under the bed, and the unmistakable sight of a bright red bikini hanging off the edge of Leon’s desk, glimmering faintly with leftover magical energy. “What… the… hell?” Aiden muttered, his gaze darting between Leon and the bikini. Samual blinked, then smirked. “Leon,” he said slowly, his tone dripping with mockery, “I didn’t know you had… interesting hobbies.” Felix, the youngest of the group and usually the quietest, pointed at the smoke still curling from the bikini and whispered, “Is that… black magic?” “Wait, no!” Leon exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. “It’s not what it looks like! I was fusing! The magic just… misfired!” Samual crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sure, Leon. Because the first thing every 12-year-old fuses is a bikini. Totally normal.” Aiden leaned against the doorframe, pretending to look thoughtful. “It must be black magic,” he said with a mock-serious tone. “How else could a loser like Leon accidentally summon a bikini?”

What exactly is Kung Fu? Flower rack or murder technique? Is the trick brewed from the 3000 year Cold Weapon War and countless private struggles among the people a scam? The pioneer of traditional Chinese martial arts and the first person to dream of martial arts novels, this book reveals the secrets for you. Stop fighting until the point is reached. What would happen if you were invincible Forgive people wherever they are

Ethan Gray, a lowly porter at the mercy of arrogant hunters, is betrayed during a perilous S-rank dungeon raid and left as a sacrifice to ensure the others' escape. On the brink of death, he awakens a mysterious system known as the Abyssal Core, offering him a chance not just to survive, but to transcend the limits of human power. With cunning strategy and cold determination, Ethan embarks on a path of vengeance and ascension. Navigating deadly dungeons and exposing the rot within the hunter hierarchy, he hones his skills and leverages his newfound abilities. In a world that once cast him aside, Ethan’s rise threatens the very foundation of power, forcing allies and enemies alike to reckon with the forgotten. Betrayal lit the spark, but Ethan will ensure the flames of his rise consume everything in his path.

By the year 2350, Earth was quite different than the futuristic dystopia that was imagined by scientists and comic book authors alike. With greed and corruption more rampant and powerful than ever, human beings were on the brink of ending humanity itself with countless wars and skirmishes. However, before such a tragedy could become a reality for Earth, an unexpected visitor saved humanity from the brink of self-extinction, one who was suffering from the devastating effects of their own extinction event. Humanity had been searching the cosmos for signs of extraterrestrial life for several centuries now, but they didn't expect was to be discovered by an alien race first who were known as the Yalhvi. The Yalhvi were a supernatural race capable of manipulating elements and using other abilities, something that was only considered Sci-Fi up to that point. After suffering from a similar fate in their home world which ultimately led to the destruction of the whole planet, the remaining Yalhvi swore of violence as they scoured the galaxy in search of another suitable planet to call home. A historic peace treaty was forged; granting the Yalhvi residence on Earth. In exchange, the Yalhvi shared their knowledge and revealed the secrets behind their supernatural abilities. With this newfound understanding, humanity slowly began awakening its very own extraordinary powers. Many discoveries were made and humanity advanced forward at an exponential rate. With the help of the Yalhvi, many more secrets were found and questions answered. Humanity expanded its reach much farther than the solar system, finally making contact with dozens of other species within the galaxy and establishing connections, greatly improving their technology thanks to Yalhvi's architecture and design. However, once again humanity fell victim to greed as they didn’t heed the warnings that Yalhvi had given them. Slowly, a hierarchical system emerged, where the strong reigned supreme and the powerless were oppressed. Wars erupted once again, this time posing an even greater threat than nuclear warfare, threatening to destroy all this great progress and risk the very survival of the human race once again. Amidst the chaos, ten courageous warriors arose, standing united to end the devastating conflicts that plagued their world and achieve some semblance of peace. *************** “We welcome humanity to the beginning of a new year and a new century. May we continue to flourish and make many more advancements in the coming years! Here’s to making more cherished memories in 2600!” As the holographic image of a spokesperson projected across Emerald City, announcing the arrival of a brand new year, a young boy named Mako walked through a dimly lit alley, his discontent brewing within. "Humph! Another year of happiness reserved for the privileged and wealthy. For us, it's more of the same," Mako muttered to himself as he continued walking through the alley. Little did he know that a new enemy was about to reveal itself, threatening the destruction of the entire Milky Way Galaxy, and with the dawn of this new year, a path would unveil that destiny had intricately woven for him to become the one who would either save the galaxy or lead to its destruction if he were to fail. Amidst the struggles and injustices, Mako's role in shaping the future would be the key to the survival of trillions of living beings, challenging the oppressive forces that sought to maintain control over everything. *************** If you like this novel then please consider adding them to your Library! Join the Discord: https://discord.gg/unPfQYTKw2 Follow me on Instagram: @the.real.kingu

Pathways leading to Purgatory leave the world in a constant state of fear. This hell holds demons that would rip any human to shreds. Then there is Kenny who wishes to be the most powerful Vanquisher to ever be know in order to obtain the status of a noble and get his family out of the slums. Though the boy’s dream is completely crushed by the cruel reality of the world. There are those who are born fortunate, and those who are not. Kenny’s first ability is a completely useless one. With his determination wavering, Kenny’s father begins to teach him how to wield a sword. Everday, Kenny trains in order to close the gap between him and those who were born talented. After some unexpected events, Kenny’s hard work finally pays off and he joins the Vanquisher Corps. Not only that, but he is chosen for an expedition only a few weeks later. Though not everything goes as planned. Kenny’s expedition squad was unexpectedly attacked by an A-Rank demon. Kenny made the noble sacrifice to stay behind and buy time for his team to escape and leave him behind. His sacrifice was not in vain, for his team had survived. He accepted his death, but began to reminisce his moments with his family and friends. This lit a fire in Kenny. He decided to survive in this hell and make it back home. No matter what. Now, he is stuck in Purgatory. As he begins his journey to survival and reunification with his loved ones, Kenny begins to uncover the horrific mystery’s and history behind Purgatory. As well as the dangers it holds. *This is my first novel and may not be to your liking since I just barely began to read myself. I would love any feedback from you and if you have any questions, don’t be afraid and feel free to ask them.

In the year 2084, The world stood on the precipice of destruction. Decades of simmering tensions between East and West erupted into the inevitable—a cataclysmic World War III. No nation was spared. Alliances forged in desperation and shattered by betrayal became the norm. Countries chose sides not for justice, but for survival. The war wasn’t just about ideologies; it was about greed, fear, and the cruel inevitability of power. Nuclear fire rained from the skies, reducing cities to shadows of ash. The atmosphere grew toxic, the land barren, and the oceans poisoned. Humanity had finally created its perfect apocalypse. Humans turned against humans. Neighbors became predators. Survival became a blood-soaked art. Resources. Shelter. Safety. No price was too high. No act too savage. "I kill you before you kill me" became the only rule that mattered. No one cared who lit the first match or why. Right and wrong dissolved into the radioactive fog. The war was universal, relentless, and final. The year is 2084. The world lies broken, steeped in chaos. And from the ruins, a Devil was born.

In the rain-soaked depths of Iron City, former soldier and private investigator Luka Cross is a shadow among shadows, trading in secrets and survival. When a routine job pulls him into the heart of a sinister conspiracy, Luka uncovers a syndicate hell-bent on transforming citizens into bio-augmented enforcers—stripping them of humanity, turning them into tools for corporate power. Forced to ally with Juno, a fierce hacker with her own vendetta, Luka plunges into Iron City’s dark underbelly, navigating betrayal, brutal tactics, and a twisted play for control. As alliances fracture and stakes escalate, Luka must confront his own past and decide how much of his soul he's willing to sacrifice to burn down the machine from within. In a city where every neon-lit corner hides a secret, survival isn’t just luck—it’s the fight to remember who you are before the shadows swallow you whole.

Ethan, a college student struggling to make ends meet. He found solace in the familiar routines of campus life, but beneath the surface, a restless energy simmered within him, a yearning for something more. He felt a tug towards the hidden corners of the city, the places where shadows danced and secrets whispered in the wind. One night, drawn by an inexplicable urge, he found himself venturing into a dimly lit alleyway, a place most people avoided. It was there, amid the dim lights and silence that clung to the air like a shroud, that he stumbled upon a gruesome discovery. A murder. As Ethan approached, a chill ran down his spine. The victim’s eyes, wide with terror even in death, stared back at him, their gaze filled with a spectral intensity. This was no ordinary murder. This was a doorway into a world Ethan never knew existed, a world where shadows held power and the dead could whisper their secrets.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Summary The story is a fantasy story with a slight horror aesthetic coupled with slight romance but not too much for this is mainly an action novel. Disclaimer: lots of gore and profanity will be used, with lit RPGs. Yes it's another reincarnation story but one where the MC doesn't know how to make everything in modern time. There will be slight evolution but not much for I want to keep him as close to a sheep as possible but he will get humanoid form but he won't turn into a human. No Graphic R18 scene. I'm not writing a smut story! I will add art of the characters and monsters as much as I am able to in the comments at the end, so please check them out when you finish reading the chapter! If you really like the story and or character art please help support my work by visiting my etsy store where I will be selling them on t-shirts or other nick-knacks. Alright that enough self promotion now onto the main sum. Summary: Enter the world of Redsorrth, a world filled with magic and dangers >:)! A world filled with all the fantasy classics like dwarves, elves, beast-men etc.. with classic monsters such as… goblins, demons and dragons. This fantasy classic story takes place where our hero Babbitt is a newborn sheep where he must survive to become a shepherd, but how will he survive when his race is always being hunted! For sheep flesh makes the best sacrifices to the gods as well as to feed their enemy stomachs, for sheep is the most prized of delicacies! For they are Hunted down for their wool, blood and flesh, while their innocent souls make the best conduit for the demons and gods alike. How long will he survive being born at one of the human farms? Will he escape to find the higher forms of his race? Or will he forever be stuck as a sheep for the slaughter? Will he meet a cute female sheepy…. Well I guess the only way to know is to read and find out!

For many years, the Carrians have lorded over Ciricos. However, their mighty legions have been stretched thin, as they have foes on multiple sides. Thus, they have hired the Maerkenien, warlike people that were far removed from mainland politics, isolated in an archipelago on the far west of the Great Ocean. They have made a grave mistake, however. They bankrupted themselves with lavish niceties, leaving none for their hired sellswords. They have appeased them with granting them land charters in the potential-full Isle, a backwater that Carrian pioneers have settled on for a century, though it is infested with the natives of the Isle, unwilling to accept civilization encroaching on their lands. However, the Maerkenien grow discontent, with no coin from the Carrians, the fuse of war have just been lit, and it is a matter of time before it goes off. (For the Royal Road staff that have rejected my submission of this story in their website, here is the link to my account in Royal Road: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/573444/fictions I hope you reconsider the rejection, as I will be updating this story on both here on WebNovel and Royal Road! :D)

Su Wan married the man she had loved for ten years with a heart full of joy. On their wedding night, however, he said to her, "Su Wan, you've been given the status of Mrs. Xu. All you need to do is fulfill your duties. The only things you can get from me are power and money, nothing else." Su Wan, holding a sincere heart as if it were red-hot coal, wanted to tell him that she had secretly loved him for many years. But before she could give away her true feelings, they were thrown to the ground and shattered. Everyone thought that Su Wan must be very happy to marry A city's most noble man, Gu Nanzhou. Even Su Wan herself thought so. But that was just what she thought. Until one day, Su Wan realized that no matter what she did, she could not warm Gu Nanzhou's indifferent heart, and she no longer hoped to gain his love. She chose to leave, to set each other free, leaving only a divorce agreement behind. Everyone knew that Gu Nanzhou had no feelings for Su Wan and that marrying her was merely a reluctant decision. On the day of their divorce, his friends celebrated for him. In the lively atmosphere of the private room, the cold yet noble man didn't utter a word. With his legs crossed and fingertips glowing with a scarlet light, his expression was obscured by the swirling smoke, his mood impenetrable to others. And nobody knew that after Su Wan left, there were countless sleepless nights when Gu Nanzhou sat in her room, his fingers holding the divorce agreement turning white with tension. Later, at a banquet, Gu Nanzhou cornered Su Wan in a dimly lit corner. The man's eyes were slightly red, his voice low and hoarse, his usually indifferent and serene face now showing an unprecedented disarray, almost begging the person in his arms. "Wanwan, please don't divorce me, okay?"

The history of the prophecy was shrouded in mystery and legend. But according to the tales, it began with a blind seer embedded by the gods with the vision of a child prophesied to unite all clans, ushering an era of peace.      The vampires were the first to learn of the prophecy, which foretold that the child would be of their own flesh and blood. Yet, instead of embracing this revelation, their hearts ignited with a fierce hatred for the unborn child, leading them to rebel against it's coming.      Meanwhile, the werewolves, upon discovering the dark rebellion of the vampires, vowed to protect the child. This decision further tore the six clans apart, as some members, driven by fear, chose to side with the vampires while others rallied behind the werewolves.      As the night of the blood-red moon approached—700 years after the prophecy was first foretold— the prophesied child was born into the human world, seemingly cursed by fate and shunned by her own kind. . . . In a dimly lit chamber, a man approaches a fierce figure seated on a throne-like chair.      “My Lord... the child is alive,” he stammered, his head bowed and body visibly trembling with fear.      “Hmph,” Lord Neil scoffed, his eyes closed and lips curled into a sinister smile that sent chills down the messenger's spine.      “She's alive, you say?” he asked, his voice heavy with authority as he breathed out smoke that swirled in the air like a dark warning.    The messenger's heart skipped two beats as sweat dripped down his face; he slowly nods his head in affirmation      “Then she tricked me,”Neil declared, his expression suddenly cold as he opened his eyes, revealing crimson orbs that seemed capable of burning any soul at a glance.      “Summon Mia!” he roared, crushing the last remnants of his cigarette with his hand, his fangs elongating in anticipation of the chaos to come. Now with her fate and life wrapped around an ancient prophecy, Would she fulfill her destiny or succumb to the darkness that surrounds her?

#Entertainment #Showbiz Nobody's life is perfect, they say. But what if one becomes the epitome of imperfection. That's what her life had been. Imperfection. Her very existence, a flaw. All her life she had been aware of it and rebelled against it. Until she became the only imperfection in someone's perfect life. She got to let him go. And that's what she had done. ... An artist who neither had passion to strive better, nor cared for her reputation or popularity. This is the story of a self-destructive artist who herself is not sure of her own identity. A story of bird who has lost its will to fly. But as the gust of wind wills to throw her off the branch, she once again spread her wings and soar the sky again. Higher than ever. ... Everyone in the Han Entertainment knows that Ying Yue was just a background arranged by the company to make the uprising star Li Yi shine bright. Ying Yue herself never tried to fight against that. She felt the need to question the unfair contract she was forced to sign with the company. All she wanted was to wait till the period of the contract ends, so that she could finally get away from the spotlight of people hatred. But the company feared that the puppet in their hand would go to someone else to be a thorn in their path. So they lit up a fire that would burn her career to ash. Ying Yue was finally ready to bury herself, when a call came in to remind herself of the person she was. The rebellious heart of hers which she had buried for the past three years was finally resurrected. And on her journey to finding her lost self once again, she comes across the very person who taught her what love was. And also heartbreak. }}=SNEAK PEEK={{ [ She still remembers that Christmas Eve. She was in his arms, under the cover of the dark moonless sky. Neither not mining the chilling snow underneath them. She told him then,  "My life is filled with flaws. Meeting me has become the only imperfection in your otherwise perfect life."  To which he stared into her eyes and gave her the sweetest kiss he had given. As if he was pulling her into his very soul and showering her with his endless warmth. "Well… You are the perfect imperfection I need in my life." ]

"The gods are always watching." Auras. A power that can only be used by a select few. They grant the user an unique ability linked to the essence of their soul. All auras come in unique shapes and forms. They're also considered an urban legend to common people. Ymeno is a man who quietly lives his life while going through the motions. A 25 year old gardener without an aura who used to be a vigilante known as Ray. As Ray, he tried to fight against the city's growing underworld, but an incident caused the man to throw this life away and retire. The rich Kane Qur is his newest client. While working for him, he meets two orphans. Magnolia, a little girl with big dreams and an even bigger affinity to building technology that seems otherwordly. Zeki, a bookworm who's obsessed with the story that every person holds. What he doesn't know is that accepting this job would start a domino effect that would change his life forever; One that will confront him with remnants of a past he'd rather keep buried forever. Will the past tell him to keep his head low, or will the flame of justice that used to roar inside him be lit once more?