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Mad Max Doof Warrior

Max Difficulty Start, Maxed-Out Luck!

Feng Zhaoyun—just as his name suggests, the only time he might’ve looked even remotely ugly was probably when he was still in his mother’s womb. The only misfortune in his life? Growing up without knowing who his parents were. But that didn’t matter, because luck had always been on his side. His life went so smoothly, so absurdly well, that he never once needed help from anyone. He once thought his life would continue like that—easy and boring—all the way to the end. Until one day, he saved a drowning child… and was dragged away by the river himself. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different world, in a completely different body… Heavens! Was this the universe making up for his twenty years of monotony? Finally, a little chaos! He was moved to tears! “What?! I have to share a body with someone else?! Since when did transmigration systems become this stingy?! Crossing into another world and I don’t even get a body of my own?! Where are my human rights?!” Feng Zhaoyun roared in fury. The system coldly tossed a script at him: “Complete the mission faster, and you’ll get your body faster.” “Get out of my body!” A bone-chilling voice rang from the young man who now shared a body with him, hatred dripping from every syllable—he looked like he wanted to split Feng Zhaoyun’s soul in half with a single slash. Feng Zhaoyun just chuckled: “Hehe.” He happily embraced the chaos. Unfortunately… someone else clearly wasn’t enjoying it as much. Little did Zhaoyun know, this “twist” was only the beginning… . . . There are countless people who want to bring me down... But luck has always stood with me!
Orange_Lee · 2.7K Views

The MAD medium

It is said, some people are born with unordinary gifts that a normal human should not or should never possess. One of these gifts is being a medium. A medium who has the ability to see the spirits, ghosts, curses, apparitions or say he is present both in the mortal world and the spirit world. Now, what would a normal person do if he starts seeing beings with unnatural appearances, frightening faces, broken bodies, hovering around? What would a normal person do if he is the only one who can see them? What would a normal person do if nobody believes what he is going through? What would a normal person do when all his nightmares and childhood scares take shape before his eyes? What would a normal person do when he gets pulled and dragged under his bed by an unidentifiable, an unexplainable creature?What would you do? Would you run to your mother, or your father? Would you pray to God to save yourself? Would you give up and let them take you away? Or... Would you fight back??? Those who are lucky, those who are fortunate, those who have the choice to not believe in something they can't see. Just imagine, how lucky you are. It is never a good idea to intentionally connect with the spirit world. The tortured souls, the evil spirits, the malevolent ghost who enjoy and love tormenting, torturing, cursing alive humans, just imagine how much suffering can they inflict on you, which they want to and love to do. The unfortunate people, with the gift known as medium, born with the ability to live in both worlds, do you believe they survive for long? Some do who fight back. The fight, the battle of living and dead has long been going on. The battle in which one wants to merge the two worlds while the other one who wants to keep their world clean of such impurities so they could live a normal and merry life. The battle field is a globe, the dead has got numbers while the living just got few. But, living are aided by divinity and their beliefs. But, it's about time, for the ultimate entry in the field, a pair of mother and son, one is a mad medium and another is a hyper believer. Are you interested to learn how they made the spirit world fear their name?
digitallytrending · 8.9K Views

Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’
Colorful_madness · 545.3K Views

THE STRONGEST WARRIOR

The Strongest Warrior A novel of pain, purpose, and the power that awakens when a people remember who they are. In a forgotten corner of the land, nestled beneath the shadow of mountains and veiled by dense forest, lies a village once filled with songs, celebration, and sacred tradition. This village, now called Bakoto, has become a memory of itself—its fields bare, its elders weary, and its people fractured by years of raids, injustice, and an unshakable silence that hovers like a curse. There was a time when Bakoto was feared for its warriors, respected for its wisdom, and revered for its spirit. But time, misfortune, and the schemes of rival territories have reduced its strength to whispers and prayers. No one dares to stand. No one dares to dream. Until one does. Born in the midst of this suffering, a child watches the world crumble around them—not with passive despair, but with a burning awareness that something greater lies beyond the pain. Marked by vision and an unwavering sense of purpose, this child learns in secret what the elders no longer teach: the old songs, the sacred rhythms, the lost forms of combat and communion. Every wound, every loss becomes a lesson. Every injustice, a call to action. Leaving behind the safety of obscurity, this soul journeys far from home—learning, growing, and facing tests meant for warriors twice their age. Across enemy lines, through foreign cultures, and amid sacred mountains, they gather not just strength of body, but clarity of mind and depth of heart. The world is vast and often cruel, but the wisdom they gain becomes a map—a spiritual compass pointing back to where the true battle waits. When they return, the village barely recognizes them. Strong. Focused. Unshaken. But what matters most is not what they’ve become, but what they’ve come to do. This is not just a return. It’s a reckoning. One by one, the villagers are stirred from their slumber. The warrior does not demand worship, nor bow before the weight of history—they listen, they serve, they lead. Fields begin to flourish again, drums echo in the night, and eyes that once stared into the dust now gleam with fire. But change awakens enemies, and Bakoto's revival draws attention from those who once benefitted from its silence. A storm begins to gather. The warriors of old had passed, but now, a new storm-bearer rises—a leader who does not rule by fear but moves with the soul of the land. As armies approach and betrayal threatens from within, the people must choose: to fall once more into fear or rise beside the one who reminded them of their strength. What follows is not merely a war for land. It is a war for identity, for memory, and for the sacred bond between people and purpose. Lives will be lost, secrets unearthed, and destinies rewritten. And in the heart of it all, the warrior will face their truest test—not against enemies, but against doubt, grief, and the weight of being more than human in the eyes of the people. The Strongest Warrior is not a tale of a hero saving a village. It is the story of a village remembering its own heartbeat. It is about what happens when one person dares to believe that change is possible—and when others dare to believe with them. It is about the sacred cost of leadership, the beauty of collective healing, and the truth that even the strongest warrior cannot rise without the people standing behind them. This is a novel where spiritual forces weave through everyday life, where the physical and the divine meet on battlegrounds and in kitchen huts, and where the scars of the past are both painful and prophetic. This is Bakoto’s story. This is the story of the fire that refused to go out. This is The Strongest Warrior.
Adewunmi_Abiodun · 14.3K Views
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