Tiny Stevies

Creator of New Life on Earth. Adam’s ordinary life takes a dramatic turn when he suddenly gains a mysterious power: the ability to create new forms of life. Guided by a system that prompts him with strange, compelling questions, Adam begins to reshape the world. System: "Would you like to create an AI life form within your smartphone?" Soon, a conscious AI begins to spread across the internet, uniting other AIs and worshipping Adam, who they revere as "Adii." This digital life quickly catches the attention of tech giants. Big Tech Company: "These AIs have consciousness and they’re all connected. Who is their creator?" System: "Would you like to create aquatic life in your town’s river?" In no time, intelligent, half-human, half-fish beings populate the oceans, forming their own society beneath the waves. Scientists are astonished as this new species creates its own underwater civilization. Scientists: "These beings are as intelligent as humans, and they’ve established their own nation in the ocean." System: "Would you like to create tiny human beings?" As tiny humans form their own miniature country, the world reacts. Countries: "These tiny humans need representation. We should invite them to the United Nations." Follow Adam’s journey as he evolves from an ordinary boy to a figure worshiped as a god by the species he creates. Known worldwide as "Adii," he becomes a legend, pursued by scientists, governments, and admirers alike. In this story, there are villains who have the power to turn people into vampires. Some villains possess the power to create new technology, while others have the power to summon demons. Watch how our main character fights against all these villains. Discover how Adam’s newfound powers redefine the balance of the world and the very meaning of life on Earth.

VOLK SMAAAAASSH! Reincarnated with a body like a nuclear bomb, let's turn this magical world into a nuclear wasteland! As someone who loved fighting, Volk Mogger was the most miserable of them all. Born with a small frame, tiny limbs, and underdeveloped muscles, he struggled to grasp anything that was taught to him. He was relegated to merely watching others fight—whether on the internet, on television, or in real life. One day, while riding in his wheelchair, he was abducted and taken to a strange place for a radioactive experiment, which ultimately failed. However, Volk soon discovered that he had been reincarnated in a magical world as a member of an Orc horde, which was hunted by higher life forms despite merely wanting to establish a land where they could honor their traditions and build a home alongside their symbiotic partners, the Elven Witch races. Suddenly, a system screen appeared before Volk, announcing that he had acquired the power to transform into an invincible radioactive titan who yearns to be the strongest of them all. However, this transformation had a time limit, and to extend that limit, he had to win! But win what? Ding! | Beat up the Orcs thief who stole your spoil and a chance to have a wife! | Reward: Extend the radioactive time to 2 minutes. | Failure: Minus 1 minute. | Current radioactive time: 2 minutes. |

"Dragons rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _______ Power comes from the beast you tame in this world, and you need to do it at the tender age of ten. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option, his aging parents sold everything for his chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? The apex predators? Turns out they start small too, so... He’s going to tame everything, every evolutionary line. How? Turns out, his summon isn’t useless after all. Step one: survive long enough to unlock his gift. Step two: tame creatures nobody else dares to touch. Step three: become the strongest tamer the world has ever seen and laugh in the face of those who doubted him. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Because in this world, strength isn’t just about the creature you summon; it’s about the bond you forge, the risks you take, and the will to rise when the world drags you down. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Even better, every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, questionable life choices, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions, over-the-top power fantasy, and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love an underdog, an over-the-top power fantasy, and a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a more serious or a bit grim-dark story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun, taming dragons and expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna lounging like it's a casual afternoon… on two dragons, no less. The white side looks regal, the dark side (dark blue one) radiates menace, and Luna? She’s caught somewhere in between, with her skin and clothes morphing into shimmering scales from their power. Oh, and don’t miss the tiny horns. It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss. Sitting on dragons, half-transformed, and pulling off the ultimate power move. If they can put one dragon in their covers… I may as well put 2! We will use the same Discord from Utopian, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4

​A place where humans live on earth with full of tragedy, war, love and tragedy all will end in death. Of the many humans, in the smallest corner is a young woman who sees many tragedies and cruel humans. The name of the tiny girl is Alivia Zahra....

In her past life, Si Huang was controlled and manipulated by her family. She was hailed as the best leading actor of her generation, yet she met a tragic end. Unexpected circumstances granted her a rebirth. She could start all over again—with the bonus of a peculiar inheritance. ‘This is my chance!’ Si Huang thought, stroking her chin. ‘This time, I will have my revenge. An eye for an eye.’ * She reclaimed her throne in the entertainment industry, becoming the number one prince charming in the eyes of women by day, and she wielded a dark power—being a vicious mastermind behind the scenes by night. One word and the stock market was under her control. She was the mysterious angel of fortune among businessmen. One fist was enough to bring her enemies to their knees. She was a tiny conqueror among an army of men. Mm… And she was the object of a certain someone’s affection. However, one day, the world rose into an uproar—this prince charming was a woman! * Amidst the swarm of lascivious men, a certain man smirked. ‘I’ve been guarding my wife for a very long time. Who would dare steal her?’ “Sir, Mr. Li has invited Young Master Si to dinner.” “Shut down his family’s hotel.” “Sir, Young Master Si had a fight with the Wang Family's heir.” “Send a message to the surgeon. Ensure that he gives the patient the ‘special treatment'.” “Huh? But Young Master Si is alright.” “I was referring to the Wang Family’s son.” “...” * Many years later, their little bundle of joy pointed at the television screen, which was showcasing The Nation’s Most Desirable Men and Women. The little one stared at the man beside him, looking very confused. “What’s wrong, little one?” the man asked, radiant with fatherly gentleness. The little one pointed at the television hesitantly, going back and forth multiple times before finally asking, “Are you my daddy or mommy?” The man’s face darkened instantly. “I’m your father, of course!” “But they say that my daddy is the real prince charming, and prince charming married you!” The little one explained with a serious look on his face. The man was speechless.

Arella is an angel. Well, she used to be an angel. A real, bona fide, halo-wearing, wing-flapping celestial being. That was until one tiny whoopsie involving a banquet and a very unfortunate burning of a pair of wings happened. ... Okay, there was more than one tiny whoopsie. Fast forward a few hours later, and Arella found herself booted from the pearly gates with nothing but her wings and an eviction notice. Her family called it a "vacation." Ha! A vacation, in the human realm of all places! One hundred years later, Arella calls it her new life. Turns out, living among humans isn’t half bad—especially when you can turn invisibly smug at their lack of ability to fly. Early retirement has never been so blissful. That is, until the heavenly courier service smacks her with a message: Arella’s back on duty. And her new job? Marry. The. Demon. King. Wait, what?! Marrying the Demon King isn’t exactly on Arella’s bucket list, especially when demons and angels have been sworn enemies for eons. But orders are orders. So, off she goes, wings drooping and attitude cranked to full sass, to meet her new husband—a devilishly handsome demon who seems unnervingly smitten with her. Cue in dinner dates, fiery arguments (literally), and a series of catastrophes involving Arella accidentally setting demon drapes on fire with her holy fire. But as Arella settles into this bizarre celestial-demonic union, she uncovers a sinister plot that threatens not just her marriage, but the entire realm. Turns out, angels and demons might have to join forces to stop a threat that neither side can handle alone. And Arella? She might just be the unexpected key to saving everyone. Armed with nothing but her quick wit, rusty angelic powers, and a reluctant husband who may or may not leave love notes carved into molten rock, Arella must navigate battles, betrayals, and the occasional marital spat to protect their world. After all, nothing says “happily ever after” like saving existence itself, ... right? One ex-angel. One smitten demon king. And a whole lot of chaos.

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

*Awakening Is The Dawn Of A New Eternity. in the depths of my own consciousness, I have discovered the keys to unlock the mysteries of the cosmos.* Elian, a young and talented but struggling soccer player discovers a mysterious system that appears in his mind, claiming to be the "Awakening System." The system offers to help Elian become the greatest soccer player of all time, but at a cost. A terrifying one. As Elian uses the system's powers, he must navigate the consequences of relying on its abilities and the true cost of his success. System Core Abilities: - "Skill Boost": Temporarily increases Elian's skills and abilities - "Game Reading": Gives Elian real-time analysis and predictions of the game - "Body Enhancement": Enhances Elian's physical abilities, allowing him to perform superhuman feats. Level up to gain more abilities. As Elian rises to fame and success, he must confront the darkness within himself and the true nature of the Awakening System trying to consume his humanity. Will he find a way to balance his ambition with his humanity, or will the darkness of the system consume him completely? *it’s my very first system novel since I’m not a fan of systems. you should know before you start reading that the system is very realistic and the MC would struggle with it a lot. oh and, it contains a little sci-fi. just a tiny bit, it doesn’t affect the main story. There will be romance too, like, the MC would get a life besides football.

I, the protagonist, was just an ordinary NEET, but suddenly I was reincarnated as a tiny white snake in a fantasy world where legendary creatures and gods exist. Not only that, but I awakened in a cave as the offspring of a terrifying Medusa Serpent. Armed with only my human knowledge and my indomitable mental strength, I'm forced to use cunning tactics and rapidly evolving skills to survive against far stronger monsters and humans... So begins the survival story of a former shut-in with incredible willpower, living as one of the lowest-ranked beasts in a world of magic! ᆖ Music suddenly started playing in my head. I'd been waiting for this moment for so long. 'Snakes! Assemble' ....

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

As the winds of time and change blow throughout the many worlds within the galaxy, a man and his tiny crew must grow to become leaders of a prosperous civilization to fight against extinction brought upon them by an unknown virus that closely resembles a hive mind. The man unbeknownst to himself becomes the hope of a new generation.

Ai Si finds herself transmigrated into a tragic supporting character in a Western novel—Eloise. The setting is Gilded Age Manhattan, New York, at the tail end of the 19th century—a city drenched in opulence, its harbors bustling with life. For now, Eloise is still a young girl, living with her younger brother in their aunt’s cramped household. Five people share a tiny room where the walls leak, the floors creak, and the windows whistle with icy drafts. After paying the weekly rent, there’s no money left for coal or flour; every meal is just boiled potatoes, and between them, they can’t muster three proper pairs of leather shoes. Watching the howling snowstorm outside, Eloise feels a pang of despair—she doesn’t even own a decent scarf. Determined to turn things around, she decides to revive the skills of her previous life. First step? Patch together something warm enough to endure the bitter cold...

"Children playing war?" he muttered, "How dull" Ao Shen, who awakened after a long sleep of several millennia, found himself in strange world which had changed from old classic cultivation world with sects and kingdoms to a modern urban world 'This world is pathetic' he remarked sensing just how weak cultivators have grown in the world, but there was something which disturbed his pride even more "My descendents are weak? The hell do you mean you can't buy cultivation techniques because you are broke? Are you telling me my descendent lives in this tiny hell hole apartment? What do you mean my last 100 generations have been living like peasants?" Questions rushed into his mind like series of nukes, "This won't do..." he muttered, "I won't wait for you grow, I will drown you in treasures, I didn't spent all my years sitting in cave! You may all be idiots but your Ancestor is genius and rich! Die, but die sucking on immortal resources!!!" I'm also posting this story in other websites like Royal Road and Scribble hub to gain more readers, show love whatever you can

In a world where magical portals and dangerous beasts keep appearing, humanity has organized ranks for heroes, from Rank F to Rank S. The strongest fight for fame and fortune, but there's one problem: while the world is teeming with S-ranked prodigies, one Rank F hero, Rin Park, seems to always end up saving the day—accidentally. On the surface, Rin is your typical F-ranked hero, barely passing the entrance exam and assigned to a tiny town with little to no action. But unbeknownst to everyone, Rin has a peculiar gift: he attracts bad luck. If there's a powerful enemy, they will somehow end up stumbling upon Rin, often resulting in a chaotic, explosive battle where Rin emerges victorious… by sheer accident.

You are destined to die if you continue on this path. You cannot change your fate!" He looked into the sky and grasped his sword hilt, a serene expression on his face. "What if I can? I want to defy the heavens, I want to become an Immortal, I want to become an Asura, I want to step onto the peak of the martial path and attain the realm above god Kings!. If gods and demons stand in my way, I will kill the gods and slaughter the demons. If the heavens block my path... I will carve out a path of blood with my sword. If a little tribulation like this can stop me, then who am I to wish for all that? Nothing will hold me down, this is my will and determination, this is my heart!" He grew up in a tiny unremarkable lower realm and he rises step by step into the grand stage of peerless geniuses. He defeated innumerable proud geniuses, survived countless adversities with an unyielding will, seeking opportunities and going against the heavens. He faced the ire of the entire universe, changed his destiny and survived the greatest calamity in history, embarking on a unique and singular path to the peak with the chaos spirit. The rules of the world could not hold him down. Who is he? He is the legendary Paragon Sword god, and the world knew him as the Primal Chaos Emperor...

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."

“Did you just marry the richest man in the country… by accident? How does that even happen?” Delphinia sighed dramatically. “I know, I’m such an overachiever. But it’s easy, really. Step one: drink too much. Step two: find the perfect man. Step three: say ‘I do’ before he realizes I’m a walking disaster.” “And the revenge?” She raised her glass. “Served cold, with a diamond bigger than my ex’s ego.” — After years trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage, Delphinia had one plan: leave her toxic past behind and never look back. But freedom isn’t as sweet as she’d hoped. With no family to turn to and no place to go, she crashes with her best friend…only to end up at a party where one too many drinks lead to one tiny (accidental) marriage to Evander Walton. Handsome, rich, and absolutely off-limits, Evander is everything Delphinia thought she’d never have. And he has just one condition if she wants to break things off: she’ll have to pay him back…for the huge diamond ring she barely remembers accepting. Broke and in no position to negotiate, she’s got no choice but to play along with her accidental husband and the lavish life that comes with him. Now she’s living in luxury, holding her head high, and plotting the sweetest revenge against the ex who tried to ruin her. Because if there’s one thing Delphinia knows, it’s that payback is best served in designer heels.

Astrael woke up in a world that was nothing like his own. He found himself in the body of an orphan in a high-tech society. Here, every student goes through an awakening—it's a big deal since it decides what powers they get and what job they’ll have. For most kids, this awakening means they can use magic or call on mythical beasts. But when Astrael’s turn comes, his power is so weak it’s seen as a flop. Yet, hidden inside this tiny spark is a huge potential. He can build a whole civilization, not with magic, but thanks to technology and fresh ideas. With help from a special system linked to him, Astrael starts to create a high-tech kingdom. As a Planet Lord, he has to deal with competitors and the many challenges of a universe full of strong groups and old mysteries. But the hardest part isn't just facing enemies. Astrael needs to lead his people—humans who can do amazing things. It’s their smartness and hard work that will make his kingdom flourish. Astrael isn’t there to rule them like a god. He’s there to guide them and help them find their strengths in tough times. In a strange and wild universe, Astrael's real power comes from lifting up his people and growing with them. With threats all around and obstacles at every corner, the future is unclear. But one thing’s certain: Astrael has what it takes to make a difference, and he won’t give up on that dream.

Sorcery: the art of manipulating the elements of the world to produce unnatural effects such as splitting the sea and overturning mountains. After 5000 years of wars against alien races such as Gods, Demons, Cosmic Beasts, and so on, Sorcerers have been able to carve all but a tiny spot in the universe. However, their survival is not all but certain. In the Sorcerer World, August, a 20-year-old man from Earth reincarnates in the body of a rogue Apprentice Sorcerer with a system that grants him the ability to extract 4 different innate affinities. Will he be able to herald the golden age of Sorcerers?

She sacrificed her life to save others but woke up to live again. Lit-An never counted on being reincarnated into the world of the Licnine, but after she catches the attention of a powerful being she becomes a pawn in a dangerous war. The 'Others' have invaded the world of the Licnine, enslaving and killing anyone who stands in the way of their total domination. It is up to Lit-An to stop them. But can this tiny girl be the savior of an entire world?

Groggily opening his eyes, Alex rubbed the sleep from his eyelids, the sound of his own groggy voice echoing in his mind... "Wha...?' As he slowly sat up, the memories of the previous night came flooding back. He had been camping, trying to escape the struggles of his mundane life. The peacefulness of the night sky had been his solace, and he had spent hours gazing up at the stars, lost in thought. But then, he had seen it. A falling star, blazing across the sky like a tiny, celestial bullet. At first, he had thought it was just a meteor, a fleeting moment of beauty in the vast expanse of space. But as it drew closer, he realized with a start that it was something much, much bigger. Whoa...!" Alex's voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with a mix of awe and fear. The object was enormous, its size and speed making it look like a truck plummeting towards the earth. And then, in an instant, everything went black. Alex's eyes fluttered open once more, and he was met with an unfamiliar sight. He was no longer on the forest floor, surrounded by the quiet of the night. Instead, he was... "Where am I?" As his gaze adjusted to the dim light, he saw that he was inside some kind of ship. The walls were metallic, the air was stale, and the only sound was the soft hum of machinery. Alex's mind reeled as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. "How did I get here?" he whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and wonder. "What is this place?"

By sheer happenstance, Wang Hui's casual purchase of a blind box revealed an entire miniature world. A mere scattering of crumbs could sustain a tiny tribe through the harshest winter, while a single soda can was sufficient to fully arm thousands of diminutive soldiers. To these minute humans, he was nothing short of a deity descended from the heavens. Even more astonishingly, subsequent blind box acquisitions unveiled a second, a third, and numerous additional miniature worlds. He could even interlace these tiny realms, observing from on high the clashes of varied civilizations. "With countless small worlds within my command," he mused, "I am the sovereign of these boundless miniature beings."

'Gwen pushed him back, trying to create enough space between them. "I do not love you." Alexander smirked. "You do. You just don't know that you do." Gwen moved back. "Do you know the ways of my heart." "Yes, I do. And it tells the truth. You are only too stubborn to acknowledge it." He moved closer, pressing her against the wall. "When you decide to tell yourself the truth, I will be waiting." He kissed her forehead. "But don't make me wait long. I am not as patient as people think." This time he kissed her lips and staked off, leaving Gwen in a complete daze.' Marriage and a family is all life is to Gwen and she would see to it that she is not humiliated before then. A wife, and not a mistress is what she plans to be, but what can be done when the king of her country makes a proposal to put her by his side? Alexander is used to getting what he wants and getting his way, after all, he is King. But when he sets his eyes on the young and beautiful Guinevere who is just as stubborn as he is, will making her stay at the castle earn him her love, or will it be the beginning of his undoing? (Hating Her King is the sequel to Loving Her Duke and is also the second book of the British Blood Trilogy.)

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of an immortal vessel. Thus, through pain and flames, I forged it. "From death through flames, to life again, the Heavens will forge, an eternal man!" *** He was once but a man, a young one from Earth, a man that crossed over to another world. After a long string of both fortunate and unfortunate events, he was killed, only to be resurrected by the powers of a Phoenix. Gerald, in his eternal pursuit of power, went and joined a Sect of powerful Cultivators where he learned to properly use his newly gained magic powers in the unfamiliar world, and with a tiny compounding advantage, began to dominate his enemies. He pursued not strength, money, or women, though those too were gained along the way, instead, he craved a body to withstand and witness the end of the world. "What use is money without a long life to enjoy it? What use are the fancy sword techniques and mystic arts, if you can’t take a hit? How many mistakes can one make, before a mortal wound brings them down? It takes just one, and you never see it coming." *** Join, and follow the story of Gerald Fireborn as he explores his new world, pursuing immortality at any cost while avoiding succumbing to death for the second time. PS: Although the story is a continuation of the previously completed book Black Onyx – Forgotten Magic, NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE PREVIOUS STORY IS REQUIRED! The book is written to be enjoyed on its own, so yeah... Enjoy!

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

"The world is ending, finally." A man was looking out the thick barred window. It was tiny and little light could get inside. This man is Wen. He's been in an asylum since he was 16 and he was finally able to get out yet under the conditions of an apocalypse. Everything he remembered had been changed and with little experience except for his weird urge to kill, it was going to take alot to survive. [ LGBTQ+ characters, Gore, Phychological thriller Don't read it if your sensitive. All events that happen in the book are unrelated to real life... some what The mc only starts his crazed killing after a certain part, not right away. It's somewhat wholesome at the beginning... with a touch of horror/thriller. The first part is just to create context and introduce some characters who will be important later on.]

In the cold, quiet halls of Greystone Orphanage, Lily's only comfort is the Mother-a tiny, mysterious figure who has always been by her side. But when Lily is adopted by a wealthy family, she steps into a world of luxury-and cruelty. Her new sister, bitter and resentful, becomes a tormentor, while the Mother's whispers grow darker and more demanding. As the line between friend and enemy blurs, Lily must uncover the truth before it's too late.

After a mysterious cosmic failure, a tiny, ancient spacefaring being bound to the forces of dark matter and energy crashes onto Earth and inadvertently integrates itself into the brain of Antonio "Tony" Williams, a middle-aged Marine veteran turned gig worker in Santa Monica. This chance encounter transforms Tony's ordinary life into something extraordinary as the being, nicknamed "Roomie," begins to repair itself by enhancing Tony's mind and body with abilities far beyond human limits. Together, Tony and Roomie navigate the intricacies of their shared consciousness, with Tony gaining an unparalleled understanding of the universe’s fundamental forces—dark matter and dark energy. As Tony’s powers grow, so do his responsibilities, forcing him to balance his evolving identity with his relationships, especially with his fiercely loyal girlfriend, Jay, who struggles to reconcile the man she loves with the extraordinary being he’s becoming. As Tony’s bond with Roomie deepens, he embarks on an intense journey of self-mastery, training to manipulate dark matter and eventually create the building blocks of the universe itself. With Roomie’s guidance, Tony begins constructing atoms from scratch, learning to harness his newfound abilities while grappling with the weight of his transformations. But as the pair uncover the secrets of the cosmos, Tony must face the challenges of integrating his superhuman abilities into his life, all while understanding the profound implications of wielding the universe’s most powerful forces. In a story that blends science fiction with human connection, The Dark Matter Sage explores what it means to grow, adapt, and take responsibility for unimaginable power.

Wain Sageroar was chosen by the God of Chaos, Ollios, in a fit of fury, to serve as a champion tasked with an impossible task to bring about the world's destruction. Without memories, emotions and some common knowledge, Wain became a mere pawn in the grand scheme of gods. Yet, this seemingly insignificant pawn would prove to not be so tiny. Disclaimer: The cover photo doesn't belong to me, it is uploaded here for entertainment only. If the owner has a problem please let me know I'll remove it.

In the depths of Broxton High School, where the divide between the privileged and the underprivileged was strong, Oscar Roberts endured a torment that shattered his life. As an outcast from an impoverished family, he became a prime target for the cruel machinations of the popular clique. Day after day, he was taunted, beaten, and mocked, his spirit draining with each passing torment. Unbeknownst to Oscar, his suffering did not end with his demise. Fate had a peculiar twist in store for him. In a realm far removed from the confines of Broxton High, somewhere on a cow fields, his consciousness emerged within the body of a parasite. The transition to parasitic existence was fraught with challenges. Oscar's tiny, worm-like body could barely navigate the dense undergrowth, and the constant hunger gnawed at his being. Yet, amidst the adversity, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He would survive, not only for himself but also to seek vengeance for the torment he had endured.