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Aaron thought he was doomed when he transmigrated to Blue Star—a world eerily like Earth, but steeped in supernatural chaos. On the day of the Awakening Ceremony, where power is everything, he drew a blank. No talent, no hope, just a one-way ticket to mediocrity… or worse. Until *BAM!* *[System Bound Successfully! Host, Welcome to the Lucky Spin System!]* With a single spin, Aaron’s fate flips: *SSS-rank Lucky Halo unlocked!* Another spin? *Vampire Primogenitor bloodline acquired!* One more? *Abyssal Dragon summoned as his ultimate ally!* Armed with a system that dishes out game-changing rewards every day, Aaron defies the odds, shocks the world, and claws his way to the top. In a realm ruled by talent, this nobody is rewriting destiny—one lucky spin at a time!

[Mature Warning : Contains Lemons] Lor finds himself in Class D, a group of misfits struggling with poor grades, weak magical control, or social challenges. To his surprise, the academy’s curriculum feels absurdly simple—akin to second-grade math—making it easy for him to excel if he chose to. Yet, he prefers to stay under the radar. Coincidentally, in Class D: Lor is the only male student, surrounded by a group of strikingly attractive female classmates. While most of them dream of elevating their class to the prestigious A-tier, their efforts consistently fall short. Seeing their struggles, Lor decides to step in—but on his own terms. He spins a tale of a mysterious magical power, a “the Guiding Light” that demands he fulfill perverted, obscene acts in exchange for his guidance. In truth, there’s no such power. Lor relies solely on his sharp intellect to mentor his classmates, all while maintaining his façade as an average, unassuming student. Thus, helping their D Class emerge through the ranks. "I want to score better in math." "That will be 5 minutes of squeezing your...." __________ Contains anal, bdsm, threesomes, kinks, perverted things, orgies. oyakodon, milf, etc etc. This has a blend of classroom of the elite. a bit of. no ntr no yuri - Everyone is above the age of 18/ equivalent

30000+ Words Before Locked ______ Leon never asked for greatness. He just wanted to escape his flirty stepbrother and survive another miserable day. But fate had other plans—delivered by a lightning bolt and a cosmic accident. Reborn in a brutal world of mana, monsters, and cultivation, Leon starts at the bottom. No legacy. No allies. No system. Just seven divine treasure spins. And then—everything changes. [Class: Elemental Paragon(SSS)] A class whispered only in dread. A name that doesn’t exist—only a myth followed. Along with the class came another gift. [Ding!] [Host successfully connected to Cosmic System!] Unlike the standard system others in his world use, Leon’s was different. It came with features no one else had—like a mysterious [SHOP], filled with items so rare they bordered on myth. Treasures that could warp reality. Twist fate. Even in the lowest of the low Earthly Planes, Leon could purchase artifacts of Legendary or even Mythical rank. But every treasure had a cost—one no amount of gold could pay. And then there was the [CHAT]. A place where the most terrifying beings in existence—galaxy-shattering Absolutes and universe-warping entities—casually exchanged words. Like The Keeper of The Dimensions, Lord of Space and Time… In that chat, Leon was mistaken as one of them. One of the powerful. One of the untouchable. In reality, he was weaker than a worm compared to them. But that wouldn’t last. Leon made himself a quiet promise: 'One day, I’ll meet them for real.' 'And when I do…' 'I won’t be mistaken anymore.' He’ll rise. He’ll reach the apex. ____ #NO NTR #NO Yuri ____ Discord: https://discord.gg/yD2GXRHHfp Buy the poor author a coffee here, your support is appreciated. https://ko-fi.com/authordesend

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- Transmigrated (sometimes) Loud Mouthed MC x Indulgent (Enabler) ML, Slightly Pyromaniac Fox Spirit x CEO of unconditional love Dragon Spirit, Morally Questionable Cultivator x Reincarnated Fox Spirit with very low self-esteem. CW: Deaths, PTSD, Blood, Explicit Smut, and so many more. This novel is as much of a journey of healing, self-forgiveness, pain, misery, grief, death, and depression etc, as it is a story of friendship, unconditional love. Self-exploration and dark themes go hand in hand with light ones. It is as much of a waltz as it is a discordant symphony of a past that haunts almost all characters. I hope you will give my cuties a chance. Oh, right, the synopsis may be a wee-bit misleading—quite light-hearted.

Welcome to a world of swords, sorcery, and supreme identity crises. Kaen Vale was nobody. A pub-crawling barfly with more bruises than brain cells, he spent his days chasing cheap ale and losing bets to retired mercenaries. Life wasn’t perfect, but at least it wasn’t magical—until one day he opened his eyes and found himself wearing the crown, the robes, and the terrifying reputation of the world’s most feared tyrant: Rael Ithos, the Archmage King. There’s just one tiny problem: Kaen can’t cast a single spell. Waking up in the middle of an assassination attempt, Kaen barely dodges death by playing the world’s most outrageous bluff. With a talking cloak (Mimic) whispering fashion advice and ancient secrets in his ear, a suspiciously loyal commander watching his every move, and a sword-swinging heroine hell-bent on fulfilling a prophecy that ends with his decapitation, Kaen has exactly zero room to breathe. Or fail. To survive, he must master the deadliest court in the realm, fake magical genius, unravel cosmic conspiracies, and maybe—just maybe—become a better ruler than the tyrant he replaced. But with every choice, every lie, and every flash of Rael’s haunting memories clawing at the back of his mind, Kaen is starting to wonder: Was Rael truly a villain? And if Kaen wears the mask long enough... will he still be Kaen underneath? --- Prepare for: Court politics served with sarcasm and sabotage. A talking cloak with sass, secrets, and style. Enemies who flirt with their blades (and sometimes their hearts). Explosions. So many magical explosions Kaen definitely did not cause (okay, maybe a few). This is a tale of mistaken identity, reluctant heroism, and the absurd joy of bluffing your way through an apocalypse. It’s the kind of story where the protagonist doesn’t get a cheat system, the villain’s plan actually makes sense, and nobody’s getting overpowered because they ate a fruit, read a scroll, or tripped on a dragon bone. Fans of political fantasy, magical mysteries, and snarky underdogs with zero qualifications—this story is for you. Kaen Vale didn’t sign up to rule the world... ...but if the crown fits, fake it till the throne stops spinning. --- Tags: Fantasy, Action, Reincarnation, Kingdom Building, Magic School (sort of), Enemies-to-Reluctant-Allies, Secret Identity, No-Magic Main Character, Cloak with More Personality Than the MC, Final Boss Energy --- Perfect for readers who love: Overlord meets The Emperor’s New Groove Schemes that backfire in glorious, hilarious ways Magical girl-level transformations, but for tyrants Prophecies that need therapy Found families, reluctant friendships, and morally confused mages --- A refreshing change of pace from the usual “I died and became a god in three chapters” template. If you’re tired of protagonists collecting harems faster than they level up, or villains that turn good because the main character smiled at them once—welcome. Updates twice weekly. Bring snacks, lower expectations, and enjoy the ride.

Max Carter once owned a chain of successful restaurants. That was before his rivals used underhanded tactics to ruin his reputation and drive him into bankruptcy. Now, reduced to delivering food on a scooter, Max still dreams of rising again. One rainy evening, fate grants him a second chance—he awakens the Divine Chef System. The system grants him access to a divine recipe roulette, where each spin—earned through dollars made—unlocks incredible dishes from across dimensions. From the very first spin, Max receives ownership of a mysterious abandoned restaurant and several god-tier recipes. With flavors that enchant, dishes that heal, and culinary skills beyond belief, Max begins his journey back to the top. But success attracts attention—and danger. He’ll have to guard his secrets, build a trustworthy team, and out-cook his enemies one plate at a time. This is the tale of a fallen chef reclaiming the world, one divine bite at a time

One must struggle to find meaning, in this universe they were born in, Humans suffer, humans endure, ergo, they are. Only when on a path of self-destruction is when a human grows to new bounds. Such is the nature of mankind, and those who think. Yet humans have a mind to each their own, and their own ways of thought, to cope, to think, to reason, to bargain with their own psyche and this is the way a human draws strength from their thought, put into actions. In the tapestry of the cosmos, they who fall, they who rise, all have their thoughts and actions that lead up to the zenith of their state. A mechanical voice rings out -- "If the truth of the universe and your existence is cruel and stale , would you still yearn for the answer to the ultimate question?" The young man, shrouded in white ponders upon the question with an inexplicable expression across his face as he floats in a vat of liquid .... to give an answer to the machine that has kept him alive. "Yes." The machine and its voice fluctuates as it rings out once more-- "With no end to hate and no boundaries to war, do you still wish, to venture outwards?" "...." "....." "I... do not know" "But..." "I wish to know...Who I am." The machines tone hums in the air for a brief few minutes as it seems to be thinking, calculating,analyzing the answer of the man...before the sounds of cogs rigidly spinning and wind depressurizing in tight columns fills the atmosphere...The door opens, as the liquid pours out onto the ground, the man taking a deep breath, falling unto the metallic ground. The machines voice, rings out once more, "Aureus... t-h-at i-i-i-is y-y-yo-yo-you-your na-----" The lights go dim, and then dark. The machine dims out its final light, never to speak again.

Betrayed by the Emperor. Poisoned by the concubine she once saved. Forgotten by the palace she served. Zhao Lianhua died quietly, an Empress with no power, no allies, and no love. Her name was erased before the tea even cooled. But the heavens are not merciful. She wakes in her younger body, six months before her marriage to the Crown Prince. This time, she will not play the perfect Empress. This time, she will not be loyal, obedient, or silent. With every memory of her death intact, Lianhua begins to spin her web: • The court officials who mocked her, she will use them. • The women who schemed against her, she will ruin them. • And the man who smiled as she died, she will destroy his throne. In a palace where power is everything and kindness is weakness, the Empress has returned. And this time, she’s here to win.

The sky shimmered with twin suns, casting warm hues over rolling hills and ancient forests. The air itself buzzed with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath his feet hummed faintly, as if alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled. He blinked against the unfamiliar light, confusion etched across his face. But confusion quickly gave way to awe. A bird soared overhead, trailing glimmers of blue light in its wake. Nearby, a child pointed a finger at a fallen branch, whispering a single word—and the wood floated into the air, spinning gently before settling neatly into a bundle. Magic. It was real. Tangible. Everywhere. In that moment, a hunger was born in him. Not a hunger for food, nor for wealth or fame, but something far deeper—a yearning. A need. An obsession. The magic of this world, this radiant, endless force that danced in the air and bled through every leaf and stone, had sparked something inside him. And each passing day only fanned that flame higher. His only goal became understanding Magic and growing in Magic. It consumed his thoughts. He chased rumors of ancient scrolls, watched from shadows as mages cast their spells, and spent sleepless nights sketching symbols he didn’t yet understand. He would kneel before old statues and listen to forgotten songs, desperate to catch even a whisper of arcane truth. Because he knew—knowledge was the key. The key to understanding this world. The key to understanding Magic. And knowledge… was the key to understanding the Universe.

Daniel sat near his leather chair and looked at himself on the dark TV. There was no noise in the apartment apart from the occasional traffic rumbling around his window. "I feel so much love for my girlfriend," he said quietly, barely heard over the silence, "but she sees her best friend as a man." What is there for me to do?" The question had been bothering him for weeks and wouldn’t leave him alone. He figured Cindy wouldn’t be able to relate to how he was feeling. She was sure of herself, did her own thing, and stood up for her friendships all the time. If Daniel tried to act too possessively, it always seemed to smother her, so he tried to be more patient. However, the doubt refused to leave, making a difficult time in his life even worse. He took his phone and looked through his list of contacts, spinning the wheel over her name. How could he react? How was it possible for him to share his doubts without being demanding or childish? Once Daniel had put the phone down, he leaned back and closed his eyes. It occurred to him many times: What should he do?

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The world moves forward, second by second. But for some, time listens. Michael has no past he’s willing to speak of, and no name etched in legacy. Yet deep within him stirs a power older than war and quieter than death—the ability to hold the world still while it spins in madness. Cast through a system that treats the broken like burdens, Michael doesn’t ask for help, nor does he offer explanation. Where others dream of being chosen, he dreams of peace. But in a world ruled by power, silence is often mistaken for weakness—and monsters often wear smiles. As unrest stirs outside the orphanage walls and deeper truths about the nature of power begin to surface, Michael will have to choose: remain the quiet boy who watches from the margins, or become something more—something unspoken and unstoppable. He doesn’t want to be a hero. He only wants the hurt to stop. But time has a cruel sense of irony.

Ramses was a lifelong kleptomaniac—a man who stole anything that wasn’t nailed down (and sometimes, things that were). From childhood trinkets to priceless artworks, he pilfered with equal parts audacity and misplaced charity. By the time he died—a corrupt politician turned infamous gentleman thief—he’d robbed the rich, the poor, and even the Pope, with no regrets except that it had all become rather boring. But death was only the beginning. Instead of hell or heaven, Ramses finds himself in the hands of two cosmic bureaucrats who, desperate to be rid of him, offer reincarnation in another world. With a spin of the celestial wheel and a little opportunistic “borrowing,” Ramses gets a gift...or well two. And a curse. Now born in cultivation world as an orphan Ramses finds himself with a singular goal. To steal the secrets of immortality. And everything in between. Armed with cunning, insatiable curiosity, and an unshakable urge to liberate anything shiny, Ramses will rise from an orphaned infant to a cultivator feared not for his strength—but for his ability to steal techniques, treasures, and hearts alike.

No one knows exactly when it began. Maybe it was the moment the sky split in two. Or when the black rain started to fall, thick, oily, alive. What is certain is that on that night, the world changed forever. The sun vanished without warning. In its place, a heavy darkness blanketed the Earth, swallowing cities, forests, and oceans beneath a veil no human light could penetrate. It was as if the planet had stopped spinning. As if the universe had simply forgotten us. Then came the rain. It wasn’t water. What poured from the sky that night looked like clotted blood, or oil mixed with something far worse. It was something no one had ever seen before. Wherever it touched, life changed. Animals went mad. Plants grew into grotesque forms. And people... not all of them remained people. That night, humanity lost its place. We were no longer the apex predator. The planet no longer belonged to us. Now, it’s no longer about survival. It’s about reclamation. The cities are lost. Borders are meaningless. And every shadow might be your last. This is no longer humanity’s Earth. But it can be again.

Avery Carter tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. However, one day, someone appeared claiming to be her real daughter, declaring that Avery was fake. Without hesitation, Avery gave up her position as the "real" daughter and returned to her biological parents. Many expected her to fall from grace after leaving her wealthy adoptive family, but she surprised everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty. She transformed her mother and father’s lives, making them billionaires overnight. With a hundred billion dollars to her name, she became a master of technology and a talented woman, soaring straight to the peak of her life. But everything changed when she met Alexander Moran, a wealthy and handsome man. He was an absolute bigwig—decisive, cold, and callous. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop tangling with her, always eager to give her all his love. On their first encounter, he said, "I'll give myself up as collateral." The second time they met, she questioned, "Why should I trust you?" After multiple encounters, his tone shifted. "You shouldn't have crossed this line, Avery, if you didn't want it to be like this." a sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head grew hazy, and an intentional, hot sigh escaped her lips. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' Avery thought, her mind spinning.

The moment the dart struck my back, I staggered. Heat flooded my limbs, then numbness__ like my body was sinking while still standing. I heard Seraphina scream my name, but her voice sounded far away, like she was underwater. The cave blurred__ shadows dancing, lights spinning. My legs gave out _ I crumbled beside nyra. My hands resting on her wings. Was this how it ended? I blinked, the figures closed in. Then __ a roar. It wasn't nyra, not even human. The air changed _ electric and sharp. Like a storm had entered the cave. Then came the sound _ swift and brutal. I saw shadows, one in front of me__ nails long, curvy, eyes pure gold. She just killed one man with her bare hand. A gunshot. Another. A shout cut short. A man screamed. Something crashed hard against the wall. I tried to lift my head __ but to no avail. A blue of black and silver swept past me. Like a shadow but with purpose. A familiar voice barked "why the hell is she here". Low. Cold. Unforgiving. Draven? I tried to speak _ but couldn't. My lips moved, but nothing came out. Darkness bled in from the edge of my vision. The last thing I saw was Draven kneeling beside me _ gloved hands, lifting me up gently. His eyes were now pure gold. Anger. Wildness. Protection. Then nothing, only darkness

"Ahhh!" The screams of Selene echoed through the night as Lucian's claws tore through the silver chains binding her wrists. He positioned himself closely and growled, "You are mine now. If you think you'll escape, go ahead. I'll catch you anywhere." Exiled and betrayed by her own coven, Selene Nightshade thought she had escaped the deepest ravine of her past. But when Alpha Lucian Bloodclaw captures her, this ruthless leader of the werewolf clan becomes her captor, her tormentor, and her fated mate. Prophecy binds them both and neither wants it. Selene is thrown into the hotbed of a deadly game of power, obsession, and survival. Lucian rules with a heavy hand, his heart hardened by betrayal. He regards Selene as a pawn in his game of dominance, a weapon to cement his control over vampires and werewolves. But, fate entwines their lives and defines where the line between hatred and desire stands as the shadows of their past life emerge. But danger lurks beyond the fortress walls. His scheming brother, Darius, and the cunning witch, Raven, have their own plan for Selene and the prophecy which ties them together. Dark secrets are unearthed, and Selene is forced to choose between fighting for her freedom or becoming entwined in a ghastly bond with the man who could either be her greatest ally or her total undoing. In a world bent on betrayal, passion, and dark obsession, Bound by Blood spins a compelling tale of fated love on the brink of destruction. Will they destroy each other, or will the bond tying them save them both?

Audrey Jones has spent her life trapped behind pristine walls, part of a family that shines in public and shatters in private. To their church and school community, the Joneses are the perfect family—devoted parents, active leaders, and doting caretakers. But behind the doors of their immaculate home, Audrey is subjected to cruel punishments, relentless gaslighting, and isolation designed to break her. When the Joneses adopt Mia, the daughter of their deceased friends, Audrey hopes for a sister. Instead, she gains her worst tormentor. Charming and cunning, Mia quickly earns their parents' favor and manipulates her way into the role of the perfect child. With each passing day, Mia spins a web of lies that paints Audrey as unstable, pushing her deeper into loneliness and convincing everyone around her—including her teachers—that Audrey is dangerous. But Mia’s greatest weapon is not the belt or the starvation. It’s the story she weaves so masterfully that no one questions it. When Audrey collapses at school, worn down by sleepless nights and Mia’s slow chemical sabotage, she finds an unexpected ally in Mrs. Hayes, an English teacher who sees through the golden facade. As the Joneses tighten their grip and Mia’s manipulation escalates to terrifying heights, Audrey must decide whether to keep surviving inside the golden cage—or find the strength to shatter it. In a world where truth is dismissed as delusion and love is wielded as a weapon, Audrey's fight is not just for freedom, but for the right to own her story.

Seraphina, a lowly omega, captures the attention of the cold and ruthless Alpha Caelum, who defies his infamous rule and keeps returning to her. Their bond is undeniable, but shatters when he marries Luna Elira for power. Heartbroken and pregnant, Seraphina vanishes into exile. Sheltered by Darius, Caelum’s enigmatic cousin, she forms a new mate bond with him—one built on protection and secrets. But when Seraphina learns she’s descended from a moon-blessed bloodline and that her child is part of an ancient prophecy, her life spins into chaos. Now hunted by Elira, torn between two powerful Alphas, and trapped between fate and love, Seraphina must rise from the ashes of betrayal to protect her child. The soul bond, the prophecy, and a fading wolf spirit force her to choose not just who to love—but who she’s willing to become.

A darker spin on the legend of Diarmuid from the Fionna Cycle and Fate Zero. Diarmuid, a dual lance wielder who lost his honor and knighthood in the name of love gets a chance to redeem himself when the Roman starts to invade his country. However, fate has another plan as he is captured and sold into slavery. In a roman city where brutality and greed overcomes principles and honor, and where the desperate citizens of the city cast their twisted wishes and dreams upon the gladiators of the arena, Diarmuid struggles to keep his honor and knighthood until he is caught in the schemes and chaos of the power struggle between the young whimsical governor and his strict mysterious niece. On a journey to retrieve freedom and love, the goal is lost, principles shifts, cruel justifications and facts dominates, hearts change and love fades... will the two spears of roses and sun maintain their purity and elegance or will these blesses be redefined within the cursed struggles in the arena? Characters are inspired by fate zero's lancer, saber, archer and many more but their story lines and characteristic are different, more twisted and crueler in this psychological romance and action of preserving one's identity without being tainted.

Running from the watchful eyes inside the mansion, she must be careful whom to trust and use her time wisely because it's running out for her beloved Seamstress Rene'. With so many secrets and blood, this tale is not for the lighthearted. This a spin-off from my Wattpad short, 'Shh, she can hear you'. Upload Days: Fridays, Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays. Maybe Bonus Days.

Hints of there being other dimensions have been rumored for hundreds of years. But is it true? The government has been known to keep secrets. Too many in fact. Yet the world has continued to spin, up until the year 2050. Many reports have been made of people in hospitals disappearing. Graveyard visitors. Funeral homes, prisons, battlefields. The only connection these places have is they have intense emotional resonance. Coincidence? Ironbark, an evolved prison known for holding over a million prisoners. Earth has came up with several issues but one strikes the most. Overpopulation. Thousands of death-row inmates have been sentenced to death in three weeks, but the government had other plans. Sullen, a death-row inmate sentenced to death in three weeks. His hope was lost until an interview had suspended his death. Introducing a new program, Program Shade, where all of his crimes would be pardoned if he signed the contract. With no other information given, he had no other option. Signing himself into mystery, he soon would be another person who “disappeared” Tossed in deadly magical trials filled with unseen creatures, will Sullen survive and take his ticket to enter the newly founded dimensions? [Welcome applicant! You have entered a Shade-trial!]

In a world ruled by bloodline magic, ancient contracts, and divine relics, Kael Ardyn was born with nothing. No sword skill. No magical affinity. No destiny. Betrayed and discarded by those he once trusted, Kael dies a meaningless death in the shadows of empires. But death is not the end. He awakens beneath the shattered dome of a forgotten lunar temple—with a body no longer his own, and a System the world has never seen. Now reborn as something more than human, Kael takes a new name, infiltrates noble circles, and begins spinning a web of lies. He won’t just rise. He’ll reign. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. But as the unseen monarch in the dark—a Dragon King forged in silver moonlight.

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Millions of years ago, a prophecy was whispered into the fabric of time—of four gods who would each choose a mortal Vessel. Together, these Vessels would reshape the world… or watch it crumble. In the mist-shrouded town of Grayeve, a boy is born under an ordinary roof to a fisherman and a housewife. Yet, when he first opens his eyes, the clocks of the world stop ticking. Unknown to him, four ancient Saints stir. A god’s gaze turns to the mortal realm once more. Ten years later, time freezes again—this time, only for him. A mysterious man steps from shadows long forgotten and leads the boy to a church no one visits… where timelines crack, clocks spin in reverse, and divine truth speaks through stone and silence. His name is Eiran. And he is the Vessel of the God of Creation—bearing powers that can reshape reality, distort space, and freeze time. But power comes with a price. Whispers of war brew. Other Vessels stir in distant lands. And the gods who once watched now remain silent.

Gorum, The Unstoppable was a Brave of the continent Ugdual, with achievements uncountable and strength unapproachable. But the people did not appreciate his demeanor, no matter how much good he did. Follow Gorum down his new path, through dark and into light. [Authors Note] Gorum, The Unstoppable is a spin-off of my first novel, Unfortunately, Reincarnated. Which I unfortunately dropped recently due several narrative mistakes and will reboot in the future. But don't worry, you'll be able to read this easily without the base material, I'll make sure of it. Also, I have a very bad upload schedule and often get writers block or just plain don't have enough time to write. Don't worry though, I won't ever drop the story without warning you all first.

Synopsis: The stadium roars with energy as the crowd cheers, a sea of faces all focused on one person—Fellicita. The undefeated champion. A storm in human form, her every spin an explosion of power, speed, and heart. She isn’t just a blader—she’s the force that electrifies the arena, the girl who lives for the thrill of the battle. But then—*a crash*. A freak accident. The sharp bite of metal as it spirals off course, and *boom*—Fellicita’s heart is pierced, literally and figuratively. Time slows. The air is thick with tension as she staggers, clutching her chest, feeling the cold sting of blood. The match is still going on, but everything else fades into the background. She won. But the victory feels hollow. Moments later, Fellicita is lying in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls pressing in on her. Pain radiates through her chest, but it’s the ache in her soul that burns deeper. The storm inside her is far from over—it’s just been muffled. She has to decide: step back and disappear, or keep fighting, risking everything all over again. She chooses to disappear. Enter "Felix". A quiet smile, a hoodie, a new life in a city where no one knows her name. No more tournaments. No more crowds. No more spinning blades—just the space she needs to heal, to breathe, and to find herself again. But the storm? It hasn’t gone anywhere. In this new life, Felix isn’t just hiding—he’s living. With every challenge, he spins with the same fiery spirit that once captivated millions. He doesn’t need a Beyblade to show his strength. He doesn’t need the cheers of a crowd to remind him of who he is. The greatest battles don’t happen in the ring. They happen "after" the final spin. "The fiercest storms don’t make noise—they return in silence.”

Jeff, who died while doing his usual daily routine, found himself transmigrated into another world one that was twice the size of Earth. At first, he thought life would be the same. Peaceful. Boring, even. Just another world with different skies and landscapes. But he was wrong. On one fateful night, while he lay in his small room, a sudden ding echoed through the air. It was sharp, clear, and unnatural like something out of a sci-fi film. And then… something appeared before his eyes. [Luck Spin System has finally bind] [Congratulation you have gotten a skill: Godly Programming] With this luck finally his dream can finally come true which is making games, seeing that their was no minecraft in this world he decided to recreate it. Then his journey began starting as a programmer, he quickly rose to dominate the digital field, racing field, swimming field, shooting field, combat field, robotics field, hacking field, academic field, business field, gaming field, drone piloting field, artificial intelligence field, engineering field, virtual reality field, and even the military simulation field What would Jeff do with all these, skill and titles read to find out of course. ... Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ll continue to support me on my journey as an author. ******************************************** DISCLAIMER ******************************************** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, applications, songs, technologies, locations, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real companies, brands, applications (such as ChatGPT, Minecraft, or other well-known services), or any other entities is purely coincidental. All real-world references are included as part of the fictional setting and do not imply any endorsement, association, or ownership by the original creators. The author has no intention to defame, discredit, or infringe upon the rights of any individual, brand, organization, or intellectual property. This story is created solely for entertainment and creative expression, and should not be taken as factual or representative of real-life entities or events. Readers are advised to treat all references in this work as fictional, regardless of name similarities or thematic inspiration.

#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…’

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.