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Raze was nothing—a weak, powerless boy scorned by everyone in his world. Born with neither strength nor talent, he was destined for mediocrity, trapped in a kingdom where only the strong ruled. But fate was crueler than he imagined. Betrayed and left to die, his story should have ended there. Yet, in the abyss of death, something awakened within him. A power older than time itself—a void that devoured all, reshaping him into something far beyond mortal comprehension.

[ Disclaimer: This book is very dark. Sensitive soul abstain. The protagonist is of the worst kind. It's just a fictional story, if it bothers you, past your way, don't come and insult me in the comments.] *** 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 #Smut #manipulation #evilMC #gore #r18 #mythology #cultivation #Harem

In order to have a better karma, Alan accepted to be a temporary grim reaper in the department of resented souls. He was paired with Razel : a grim reaper he had to shadow and become his eligible assistant. Leaving the reason of his suicide,his memories, and his last life behind; remembering only his name, he had to compensate his mistakes by helping those resented souls go back and walk through the road of blooming to their unknown future. However, why does the road of blooming looks so familiar? Later he will discover his forgotten identity as the guardian of the road of blooming and why he had disappeared and went to the mortal world.

Usagi-chan is shy, soft, and easily flustered. Okami-kun is the complete opposite—bold, shameless, and always teasing her just to see her blush. For two years, he has chased her, adored her, and pushed her limits—always stopping before she pulled away. But now, things are different. They’ve moved in together. No more curfews. No more goodnight texts. Just the two of them, alone, under one roof. For Usagi, it’s exciting—terrifying, even. Because she knows Okami too well. His patience? Paper-thin. His hunger? Endless. And the way he looks at her now… How long before her wolf finally catches his bunny?

We live in a world where some people can't die, Neither by accident nor natural death, they can't even suicide, They are the ones superior to others, Can only be killed by their soulmate and called as Phoenix.

The once Immortal Emperor Han Chen is reborn. His power, once commanded the universe, gone. Watch how he overcomes the regrets of his original life, not by the way of swords, not by the way of demons, nor by way of alchemy, but by the way of low profile, to dao, in this new timeline. Its a rewrite of my own previous novel. Tags: Han Chen, Immortal, Divine, Cultivation, low key, love, drama, low profile, Urban, Urban Cultivation, Romance, Regrets, Ascension, xianxia, Spirituality, Ascension, Realms, New, divine being, rebirth, reincarnation, Emperor, multiverse, timelines, System, novel, Rewrite, Laws, Dao, Not Hero nor Villain

An impressionable and prickly Luke gets caught up in a romance that he does not understand nor initially cares for. Updates on some Tuesdays, maybe

Ax Glazier. It's a name that instill fear on so many beings across the multiverse especially the gods. They afraid of this particular being that can destroy them anytime... Not a god nor a demon. Ax Glazier is a human who was a killing machine who'd kill whoever he was paid to. He was someone cold-hearted and merciless who have never giving mercy to any of his prey. That is, what makes him the terror of most beings in the multiverse.

In a world where worth is measured by mental or martial prowess, a young boy named Bona finds himself unable to wield essence, the most basic form of energy, and is often plagued by illness. Neither born with a silver spoon nor exceptionally quick-witted, neither too strong nor too weak, Bona is pitied by society but cherished by his father. What Bona perceives as a curse—a life without the power of essence block his vision for his own unnoticed talent . Unaware of his unique fate and untapped potential, Bona's simple desire is to live in harmony with his father.

The Grim Reaper, it appears, is a mantle passed down through the ages; and in this generation, fate has bestowed it upon me. This is neither myth nor legend—it is a palpable reality unfolding before our very eyes......

The world is made of Wisdom, and Wisdom is all that human need for development, but what happen when Wisdom is dead and lost forever? Li An was an orphan, but an earth shaking earthquake occur, and he was teleported to another world, a Medieval world where Cultivation rule and the world rulers were Immortals know as God's, but when he tested he had no power, nor bloodline, nor anything to survive in this world. But what happened when he is the Wisdom that every Human and Demon seek for?

"The Legends of Zoltak" holds the untold history of a world shaped by countless forces, neither purely good nor evil. From the dawn of creation to the current age, this book gathers the knowledge of every era, every change, and every entity that has left its mark on the realm. A collection of truths hidden in the grey spaces of existence, waiting to be discovered.

You shouldn’t read this novel. This is not a tale of righteousness, nor a saga of noble heroes. This is the story of a world bathed in blood, where morality is a fleeting illusion and the strong devour the weak without remorse. There are no destined saviour's, no grand prophecies, only an eternal struggle where life is cheap, and death is a whisper away. Fēng Zūn Jìng was born in darkness, shaped by betrayal, and baptized in carnage. He walks the path of demons, unchained by mercy, unburdened by guilt. In a world where heaven turns a blind eye and hell welcomes all, he will carve his name into eternity—with screams, with suffering, with the lamentations of the fallen. You think you can handle this story? Think again. This is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who seek comfort in happy endings. The horrors of human nature, the cruelty of fate, and the abyss of despair lie ahead. Turn back now, before it’s too late. But if you truly believe yourself strong enough… then step forward, and embrace the darkness.

"I'm actually an alien," says the little girl. I have no idea how to take this, Lachlan thinks. His training as a security guard didn't cover it, nor did it cover how to deal with running into a hot guy from a past he's trying to hide from, or avoid alien conspiracies when they come knocking. Wait, what? That last one must be wrong, aliens aren't real. ...Right?

In the floating city of Brasshaven, where airships rule the skies and steam-powered robots serve coffee, 17-year-old Finn Gearwright is just trying to survive high school at Machina Academy. He’s not a genius inventor like his father, nor a prodigy duelist like his rival, but he does have one thing—dumb luck.

Since I was a child, I always admired characters who moves within the shadows. They aren't the protagonist, nor the antagonist of the story. They can be considered a really important character who will barely appear on the whole series, but their presence itself are so mysterious and relevant to the overarching and jumbled arc of the characters.

Hello you readers! I'm Lucan Drax Axton Vanguard , I know pretty big name but deal with it. Readers! don't listen to him , he'll ruin your thinking of the synopsis! This is a heartwarming story on how Lucan and his Soulmate Selene live their lives as Soulmates while trying to kill the God of Wrath. "Soulmate? That ain't a thing? well I'm proving y'all wrong! suck it up bi-" She held my head high at my lowest , and I shall never let her head lower in shame for my action. *smiles* Love can really change a person people, this novel will you. (Author's Notes: Just to be sure , this isn't me nor my life nor anything related to me and any name which comes in the novel is purely coincidentally , please tell if there is any name that matches though I take only uniquely unique names , thanks! , stay happy throughout reading my novel [^._.^] ) (ON HIATUS UNTIL 1ST OF DECEMBER))

I was thrown into a world that i didn't know nor understand. But what i understood was one thing....to survive.

The world is made of Wisdom, and Wisdom is all that human need for development, but what happen when Wisdom is dead and lost forever? Li An was an orphan, but an earth shaking earthquake occur, and he was teleported to another world, a Medieval world where Cultivation rule and the world rulers were Immortals know as God's, but when he tested he had no power, nor bloodline, nor anything to survive in this world. But what happened when he is the Wisdom that every Human and Demon seek for?

​​After a comical death, Joseph starts a new life in a wonderful new world. Or not! The new world he was reading and dreaming about was not fantastic, nor good. Struggling for survival against almost everything, he soon learns that he has to adapt, or he will die.

In a world shattered by the merging of countless realms, Earth merged by thousands of planet to be it's anchor and became the center of a brutal new reality where strength means survival. After losing everything to a Dungeon collapse, young Ken, haunted by grief, swears to never be weak again. Join Ken on a relentless journey to grow stronger, no matter the cost. His rise is not for power nor fame but for survival. Main Character: Ken Reindza Contact info: Kenitsuhiroshima01@gmail.com

The past is a labyrinth of half-truths and forgotten whispers. Noctis, a scholar of history that has always sought answers, stumbled upon a relic related to seekers—not warriors or mages, but seekers of mysteries too volatile for the light. What do they seek? Not gold, nor glory. They chase echoes of primordial fragments and murmurs of the unknown. An irregularity binds Noctis to a hall where shadows breathe and moonlight bleeds, its onyx black stones etched with questions.

It has never been Viviane’s plan to enter a contract marriage with a billionaire heir—nor was falling for him. Desperate to escape poverty, Viviane never expected her salvation to come in the form of a forced marriage with Lucid Petras, a cold, enigmatic billionaire heir. But as the line between pretense and reality begins to blur, one question remains: love was never in the contract, but could it be their way out?

It has never been Viviane’s plan to enter a contract marriage with a billionaire heir—nor was falling for him. Desperate to escape poverty, Viviane never expected her salvation to come in the form of a forced marriage with Lucid Petras, a cold, enigmatic billionaire heir. But as the line between pretense and reality begins to blur, one question remains: love was never in the contract, but could it be their way out?

At St. Benedict’s Hospital, where the best and brightest hone their craft, a mystery lingers in the operating theatre. A man, whose hands move faster than thought, whose scalpel never hesitates, whose every decision turns the impossible into reality. His name is Dr. Lin Kai, a surgeon of staggering brilliance—feared by rivals, respected by colleagues, and utterly unshaken in the face of life and death. His skills defy expectations, his methods rewrite textbooks, and his success rate is unparalleled. Yet, whispers in the corridors suggest he is not the true anomaly. There is another. A figure seldom seen in the spotlight. One who never stands at the podium, never claims recognition, and never signs her name on a medical license. She does not wear a doctor’s coat, nor does she belong to any official record. And yet—when she speaks, the world obeys. Surgeons, battle-hardened by years of practice, find themselves questioning the very foundation of their craft in her presence. Procedures crumble and reform under her gaze, limitations dissolve with her guidance, and medicine bends—not to luck, nor faith, nor fate—but to something no one can explain. Some call it a miracle. Some call it madness. Some refuse to call it anything at all, for fear of understanding too late.

The Book of Poetry is a collection of poems written by me about my lost love Nyla. For more information, Nyla is just an imagination of mine who is not alive nor dead. But I'm still waiting for her even though i know she won't come.

People, you know, never truly realize how unpredictable life can be. A person’s fate, of course, depends on their own efforts, but you can’t ignore the course of history. Smith had no clue—how could an engineer like him end up transmigrating into Wilhelm II? Wait, no, *Smiling Willi*? But since he’s here, wouldn’t it be a shame not to stir up some chaos? And so, the butterfly flapped its wings, a storm began to brew, and Smith smirked with that signature "Smiling Willi" grin. Fate is unpredictable: Close by in the West, the once-mighty British Empire is stumbling left and right. Across the ocean in the Americas, the newly risen powerhouse finds itself splitting apart. Meanwhile, far off in the East, the once-slumbering dragon suddenly opens its eyes wide— What happens next? Stay tuned to find out in this story!

The bitter winds still howl as they once did, the branches sway the same I remember, Yet I return from the depths of Purgatory, and Heaven shall not block me. Not Heaven, nor men, nor earth below, My Dao is intact through and through. Once I was feared, now I am one among many, Within the vicissitudes of Fate, I escape, and plot Heavenly Dao shall prostrate, the world should worship The Great Slaughter starts, and I, the Devil, returns!

This is not a story of clear-cut heroes or villains, nor is it a tale of moral absolutes. It is a narrative of survival amidst dire circumstances, where the power of Magecraft shapes the era and legends come to life. In a world where myths thrive and magical forces dominate, a group of unlikely allies battles not just for glory, but for the very survival of their world and its people—because, after all, they are the ones who call it home.

In the primitive era, Pangu has just opened up the primordial universe. A Primitive World in which the process of creation is still incomplete. Yet already powerful beings walks the earth. Innate gods, powerful immortals spawned from heaven and earth, reincarnations of even older godfiends, primordial beasts born of rage and filled with eternal hunger, and native innate creatures born weaker and helpless. In this time, the fame figures of mythology like the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Emperor, or the Monkey King are yet to exist. It was in this era that a sea god came to be. An impossibility that wasn’t meant to be. A creature that was fundamentally incomplete spiritually, physically, and mentally. A failure by the standards of existence. But all the same, an inhabitant of this archaic world. Can this life shift the course of history? Is the Primitive World destined to walk down the events of Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West? Or will history change to the flapping of a single butterfly? - Moved here because it's not supposed to be under fanfic. If you find that despicable somehow? too bad