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"I strengthened my body to run there. I grabbed the brush, and the blood on my hand soaked it. But I didn't care about that's all. I started drawing a summoning circle on the altar of the sun temple. My blood dripped between my drawings. And what is this... Is my tears also dripping? Please... hold on... hold on to all this, Elena... I begged to my weary body. My circle was finished and I knelt in front of it and began to chant my spell. "O deus totius lucis, da mihi gloriam tuam! Nuntium mitte ut populum tuum salvet!" (Oh god of all light, give me your glory! Send a messenger to save your people!) The blood flowed more rapidly in my hand, soaking my body. But I didn't care about all that. I have to hold on... I must! "Pandite portas mundi... Venite heroes... Portas Heroum!!!" (Open the gates of the world... Come heroes... Gate of Heroes!!!) Then the light came, shining very brightly, giving me a glimmer of hope. And there appeared a figure of a man in clothes like a blanket wrapped around his body. He was holding a sword in his hand. Hope... a hope has arrived!" This novel tells the story of Elena Fearis, a Priest (light mage), who uses forbidden magic to summon a hero from another world to save her village from the savage attacks of orges. The one she summons is Ryuji Honda, a samurai from the Edo period of Japan. How does the adventure of Elena Fearis and Ryuji Honda continue? This is my second light novel, blending fantasy, action, and romance. Hope u enjoy it!

"Why- WHY?" Eris screamed in pain as he was showed towards the dirty train road it looked ugly and disgusting but his mind was over his mother who was looking at him with a disgusted and annoyed face. He opened his mouth again trying to ask some questions but his voice got caught in his throat.. he couldn't belive his own mother did that to him. He was a Trash it was true but he always tried his best. He never treated anyone badly he always helped grannies and street animals. He may have 'F - Class' talent that made him trash on outside but his soul was pure. "You dare to speak? I'm not your mother! I was never one, never will! We kidnapped you from Hissel family! You are their missing child! We thought you will achive at least 'A' or even 'SSS' talent but NO! YOU TRASH! YOU WILL DIE TODAY!" The woman screamed at the shocked boy who was still wincing in pain. Eris looked at his mother and her bodyguards. Who was looking at him with grin.. like mocking ones.. "Mo-" his voice got caught in his throat. Even his mom said she hated him. He at least wanted to get a hug.. his 'mom' was his favourite person in whole world.. He only knew her and his dad all his life. He now understood why he was not alowed to get outside. He slowly brought his hands to his normally white ,but due to blood ,red hair and he let out a sob as he shaked his head again and again. In his mind he repeated 'I'm a trash.. I'm not loved..' over and over as he was doing this his mom slowly walked away giving one last grimace of disgust towards him. As people left he heard a low and a robotic cold voice. [SYSTEM - 01 WANTS TO GIVE 'PURE HUMAN' A GOOD LIFE] Eris ignored the voice as his world was slowly turning black due to big blood loss and pain of abandonment. He couldn't scream nor talk.. he was in so much pain and shock. [SYSTEM - 01 SUGGESTS YOU TO ACCEPT] After a few seconds of no answer robotic voice continued. [SYSTEM - 01 ASKS NICELY AGAIN] ... [SYSTEM - 01 THINKS YOUR NOT SMART SO SYSTEM FORCED YOU TO ACCEPT] [SYSTEM - SYNCHRONIZATION IS STARTING! ACCEPT/REFUSE] As the world turned black the guy stared at the blue screen as it said Accept or Refuse. He didn't understand what it meant but he saw some heros use this screen.. But he didn't wanted to be a hero.. he was a useless trash how couls he? He tried to touch Refuse but the Refuse turned into 'Accept' [SYSTEM - 01 - SYNCHRONIZATION IS DONE] As the System - 01 screamed Eris flinched and opend hia mouth "What- I.. What's gonna happen I'm not dead?" [System - 00 laughs at player 'Eris'] [System - 01 clears throat and kicks System - 00 away. System-01 gives good reward to 'Pure Human'] As the Systems messed around Eris was looking around he thought he died. He tried to ignore the robotic voice but it failed as he was now in his brain looking around. He knew lots of webtoons and manhwas.. He always wanted to be a hero like them but he was a trash.. he knew what System meant tho. He thought it was all dream and will vanish soon but it didn't so after System - 01 said it will give rewards he jumped in excitement. His blue eyes and white as ghost skin shined in happines. He could finnaly be happy and achive his dreams! He could finally save street animals as much as he wanted and help orphaned children in his free time! He promised hisself he will live his next life to fullest! With this System - 01 started to talk in his cold voice. [SYSTEM - 01 has gifted you SSS+ CLASS know as 'Beauty&Pure and Wish God Jenura's Son' "Uhm- what?" ~ [Welcome to the world where Elves rule! Humans are seen as nothing but slaves! Your the son of a almighty God! Beauty is everything for Elves! So you better find the priest of your mother's church! before crazy people finds you and takes you instead!] A cold robotic voice made Eris gulp. "Ah ####." ~ In this world! Eris will shine and rise to top of the gods! He will fight with other god's sons/daughters among other kinds! cover from pinterest

High in the Unreachable Mountains, Trill, a warrior trained by the Goatmen assassins, discovers his unique ability to control plants and fungi while mastering alchemy and swordsmanship. Haunted by a mysterious past and the medallion around his neck, his life is upended when Malgrin the Unbroken, a sorcerer bent on domination, invades his hidden village. As Malgrin enslaves the Goatmen and kills Trill’s mentor, Granny Gruff, Trill escapes, vowing vengeance. Descending the mountains for the first time, he embarks on a perilous journey to free his people, uncover his origins, and harness his powers against a rising tide of darkness.

"Lin Yi, I'm pregnant..." "Oh my God, triplets?" Lin Yi was immersed in boundless shock. "Ding! The Good Father System is officially activated!" "Newbie reward: A 400 square meter luxury villa in the city!" "Be nicer to your wife and children, and you'll have more chances to trigger rewards, oh!" Lin Yi was ecstatic. "Xue Mei, let's get married!"

The village girl who was close to death from illness was about to marry, and her suitor was a strong and hearty hunter. Having time-traveled to a poor and backward mountain village, she had resigned herself to the lack of three square meals a day, but was her new body already halfway into the grave? What's more curious was that someone still wanted to marry her despite being on her deathbed? Driven by curiosity, she went ahead with the marriage, eager to see who the unlucky sap was who'd lose his betrothal gifts and even the coffin money. Cradled in his arms, her body was thin as a rake, and she really wanted to ask him, "Husband, does holding me hurt your hands?"

Witty FL x Adorkable ML + a cute bun + a talking crochet fox ---------- After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that. As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.” Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed. “How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims. “This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.” “And what mission is that?” “To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.” ‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice. ********** Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family. Calix smiles, pleased with himself, "Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now." But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body? Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him. "Husband! Help me find my child!" “Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation. He faints. ---------- WSA 2024 entry! Commissioned cover and character images by yuuri_e (Instagram)

So with my position on the bed, it meant that the book in my hand should be a notebook not a textbook. I dropped my phone and looked at my right . Low and behold! The tall and mysterious figure was sitting on my study chair and was looking at me the whole time . It uttered these words "hello mortal". I was startled and I was about to scream again. 'Don't let me knock you out again ,mortal'. When I heard these words,I knew I had to zip it and find a way to talk myself out of this situation. With my heart beating as a hunting mamma cheetah ,'who are you,no what are you' I asked. I am Thanatos. Mortal,your time has come. Come along now. What do you mean by my time has come? I am Thanatos,the god of death. The god of death? Wait ,so if you're here,does it mean that I am dead? Yes mortal,so you're coming on a journey with me to the underworld. There's no way that I'm dead. Anyways, Isn't Lord Hades,the god of the dead? Yes he is. Then why are you here? As my name suggests, I'm the god of death. Think of it this way, Hades controls the Underworld while I, Thanatos fills it with the dead,like you. Shouldn't a grimm reaper be here instead of you ? Yes,there should have but Hades said I've been lazing around for far too long and handed me this task. You're the first human I'm escorting personally to the other world so consider yourself lucky. I'm sorry Mr Thanatos, however I still don't believe that I'm dead. How else could I have used my phone and felt my blanket? Come with me. To where? To your bathroom and don't call me Mr. You can call me lord Thanatos or prince Thanatos 'Thanatos said'. As we entered the bathroom,I saw my body lying there unconscious.

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image

"You can outrun many things, but fate will always find you, like your shadow in the light." . In the heart of Washington D.C., mafia heir Vaughn Volkov is on a mission that takes him far from the sun-soaked streets of California. The bustling city, with its imposing monuments and corridors of power, is a far cry from the palm-lined avenues of his home. Vaughn, however, is not one to be easily intimidated. His piercing blue eyes and commanding presence turn heads wherever he goes, a reminder that beneath his polished exterior lies a man accustomed to danger and control. Vaughn's path crosses with Eliza Monroe, a seemingly innocent college student whose gentle demeanor masks a resilience forged from her own turbulent past. Eliza, with her kind heart and determined spirit, is an enigma. She spends her days buried in books at the library, her nights working part-time to make ends meet. Her brown eyes, often hidden behind a cascade of dark curls, hold a depth that Vaughn finds both intriguing and unsettling. Their first encounter is anything but ordinary. Vaughn watches, intrigued by her fearlessness and the fire in her eyes. "You're not like the others," he remarks later, cornering her in the quiet corner of the library. His voice is a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down Eliza's spine. "And you're not just the student here," she retorts, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What do you want from me?" Vaughn's lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Maybe I just want to get to know you." Despite her reservations, Eliza feels a strange pull towards Vaughn. His presence is intoxicating, a blend of danger and allure that she finds hard to resist. As they spend more time together, Eliza begins to see glimpses of the man beneath the mafia heir. Vaughn, too, finds himself drawn to Eliza in ways he never anticipated. Her kindness, her strength, and her unyielding spirit ignite something within him that he thought long buried. Yet, as their connection deepens, the shadows of their pasts loom ever larger. Vaughn's family business, shrouded in crime and violence, is never far from his mind. His enemies are ruthless, and his association with Eliza puts her squarely in their crosshairs. Eliza, too, harbors secrets. The dark forces that have shaped her life threaten to consume her, and Vaughn's world only amplifies those dangers. As their worlds collide, they must navigate a treacherous web of intrigue, passion, and forbidden desire. But with danger lurking around every corner, will their love survive, or will they be torn apart by the shadows of fate?

Benjamin Taklaw, a Filipino high school student who dreams of being a bus driver like his father, got killed by Truck-kun. He thought his life would be over, and his soul would be in the afterlife. But, he was given another chance to live his again, this time, as a bus driver in…a fantasy world? He literally woke up on a bus in another world as a young bus driver. Grasping on that opportunity, he, as a 16-year-old boy and bus driver named Russell May, is now living his new life in a new strange world, filled with monsters and magic. Along the way, he took in a snow village girl named Azalea, a low-ranked adventurer named Adrian Paulton, who was betrayed by his hero party in a dungeon, and a pair of twin dragon girls, Rai and Ria. They are now his new party and family. Together, they traveled the world through routes, picking up passengers of different races and socioeconomic backgrounds and dropping them off at their destinations of different kinds. Also, he discovered that he wasn’t alone in being reincarnated in that world: he was part of a class of creatures known as Renad. That group has different backgrounds of their previous lives, different ways they died, and best of all, different abilities, skills, and even equipment. And also, the fantasy world will have evil entities and an organization named the Square Order of the Squirrel, whose primary goal is to free the demon king, Malarka, from the seal that sealed him 1,000 years before.

In the plague-ridden city of Ravencross, the mist carries death and desperation. Nineteen year old Mara fights an uphill battle to save lives. As a prodigy healer, she navigates a society fractured by class, disease, and despair. Yet even her gifted hands struggle to save her most important patient: her sister Lily, whose illness defies natural remedies and even magical ones. But a book leads the desperate Mara into the shadows of the Black Market Square, where forbidden knowledge whispers promises of salvation. She summons a mysterious entity capable of miraculous cures, but only at a grave cost. Bound by love and guilt, Mara strikes a deal that grants her unparalleled healing powers, only to discover the harrowing price: to cure one, another must suffer. As the balance between life and death shifts, Mara is forced to leave Ravencross and finds herself entangled in a world torn between unforgivable magic and mechanical madness as she ventures through Hell's Elysium.

"Aaa!" Cassandra was shocked and screamed as she woke beside a strange man. To make matters worse, the man was shirtless, and she was only wearing underwear. 'What's going on, why is he sleeping with me?' "Morning, sweetheart!" The man beside Cassandra greeted her. Cassandra gasped, shook her head, and pushed the man to the ground. "Hey, what are you doing in my bed? Are you trying to harass me? Get out of here!" Cassandra pointed her index finger at the door. 'I married him? Who is that man? How can I be married to him?' Cassandra thought to herself as she lifted the blanket slowly and saw a red stain on the sheet. "How can we get married? I don't know you at all, and this seems to be our first meeting," asked Cassandra, who still couldn't hide her surprise. Charles looked deeply into Cassandra's green eyes. "Have you forgotten what happened last night? You even went so far as to ask me not to leave." ….……….. Cassandra immediately ran into the house, not caring that she now came with Charles. She also continued to shout Vivian's name because she was worried that something had happened to her half-sister. Cassandra's father slaps her immediately. "Dad, why did you slap me? What did I do?" asked Cassandra while holding her cheeks, which were now burning. Geoffry, Cassandra's father, only glanced sarcastically at his biological daughter. "You still ask what you did? Did I raise and finance you to be a slut?" --------- Cassandra Miller never knew she was being set up by her half-sister Vivian Hartley at a nightclub. Vivian mixed stimulants in Cassandra's drink to get her drunk and ended up in bed with a random guy. Vivian's trap worked, and Cassandra married a stranger in Las Vegas the day they met. This makes her father furious and kicks Cassandra out of the house. But what happens is that Charles Parker, the man who married Cassandra in Las Vegas, takes her to live with him. In exchange, Cassandra had to leave their marriage for two years. Will Cassandra be able to live a two-year life as Mrs Parker and resolve the misunderstandings with her father and Cassandra's fiancé at the time? Is there a conspiracy behind all this? Or is there more to their marriage?

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Elizabeth Silvera lived a simple farmer life on New Havens, free of worry and concern, when her world was turned upside down by a knight from the Alzar Kingdom, Sir Benedict Hawken. From humble beginnings, Elizabeth must navigate a treacherous world filled with war and strife, while trudging through internal struggles. Where magic and martial arts are born, anyone can rise from Rank 1 Mortal to Rank 5 God! This is the story of how Elizabeth and her friends manages to become legendary apex experts, shattering the firmament and slaying gods alike! This is the Chronicles of New Havens! Book 1 Lion and Snake (Completed 2-22-2020) Book 2 Meeting of Masters (Completed 1-26-2021) Book 3 Empire's Collapse Part 1 (Completed 8-14-2022) Book 3 Empire's Collapse Part 2 (Ongoing...) Estimated Arc 1 progress: 60% Chapter updates are either daily or once every two days. All credit belongs to Square ENIX and Jeremy Chong for the cover and all adjustments are personally made.

"The world is full of mystery. I've heard that all my life and it seems to be true. But if I go through something mysterious myself, will I be believed? Maybe I'll think I'm crazy, or everything that happens to me in my everyday life is just something I'm dreaming and soon I'll wake up. Questions without answers..." Everything changes after he returns from a pilgrimage to a miraculous statue of the Holy Virgin Mary, when he becomes the victim of a plane accident in which, with no hope left, he prays alongside the other passengers, gives his final blessing, and then... And then what? He wakes up on a bench. Where exactly? Right in the heart of the most important square in the world, in Rome, caput mundi, as the Latins used to say. What is he doing there? He remembered the airplane accident, but he also had other memories. How did he get here, what year is it? He was at the Vatican, but still... Is it the year 1492?!

Hello, everyone. If you're reading this, you may have read my other stories. I'm starting this one as a bit of a "getting back into it" story. (The synopsis will be further down) Both stories I've written will continue in the near future. (I have to re-read them because I've experienced a massive bout of memory loss.) Apologies for those of you waiting, but I had unavoidable circumstances that impeded my writing experiences. The cover isn't mine but it's been lightly photoshopped. If you want it taken down, tell me. (Signed by Author on April 25th, 2023) Anyways, time for the synopsis: Lia was a simple girl in her previous life. Well not really, considering she was the hit woman for the largest mafia organization that operated within the United States. Over the years, her exceedingly high kill count, and overall success rate was something to be afraid of. Her personality was something akin to pure confidence, bordering on arrogance. She dealt with people the same way she did her enemies. By ruining their lives in the most horrific ways. IE: Setting them up for FBI investigations, having their houses repossessed by the government, or even having them framed for a serious crime. Lia was someone that no one wanted to ever cross. If you did cross her, you might as well have signed your own death certificate! That was until she was smacked in the head by a falling piano. While following through on a hit, no less! I mean, come on! A piano?! that's unfathomably crazy. Well, despite getting hit by a literal piano, she still managed to finish the job. But the very next day, she choked on a sandwich and nearly died! Her luck seemed to have literally bottomed out. This "streak of bad luck" had continued in her life for years! Literal years! She had come so close to dying so many times that she was genuinely confused as to how this could happen to someone! From falling down a flight of stairs to nearly breaking her neck during a cartwheel (despite having so much experience that she could do them with her eyes closed.) Lia had experienced so many near-death experiences that she had become entirely immune to the weird circumstances happening around her. Eventually, the bad luck did catch her. She was minding her own business, walking through the streets of Seattle when a coin rolled across the ground and tripped someone else, who dropped an umbrella, which she tripped over. Her fall had her land directly into the flow of moving traffic. She was then hit by a small square-body pickup truck. It had a small sticker of a smug smiling face attached to its front bumper. Lia had died because of what was essentially a coin. A coin had actually managed to kill a human being. Not just any human, but one of the most feared people within the US. Warnings for all readers: -This novel will (at some point) contain lesbian sex scenes. -System tag doesn't mean in the most literal way. (you'll find out more if you read it.) -This may become a Yuri harem novel (haven't decided.) -Will contain very strong LGBTQ+ themes

The shard flared, its light blazing like a star, forcing Erynn to shield their eyes. A voice resonated through the square, ancient and layered with echoes, each word striking like a bell in their chest. “You are not ready… but you are chosen.” The air trembled, and a searing warmth coursed through Erynn’s body. They fell to their knees as images erupted behind their eyes—worlds unraveling, a fortress cloaked in shadow, a figure whose burning gaze pierced through the darkness. Each vision felt like it was tearing through time itself, a thousand lifetimes compressed into a heartbeat. And then, silence.

Having lived for most of her life as a worthy saintess, Maia never expected that one day, she would be betrayed by the people she once cherished. In a moment of anger, she ended up razing the Temple of Light to the ground and became an outlaw who was hunted down by the believers of light. It would have been quite a depressing story on her part, but with a certain vampire who had taken an interest on her and kept taking advantage of her along the way... (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ What time was there left to be depressed?! She just wanted to kill this blood-sucking mosquito that kept on buzzing around her everyday! ........ "Darling, your scent is much too seductive. It really makes me want to take a bite out of you." Neilos once again entered her blanket and started sniffing around her neck. "Get lost!" Maia turned towards him, trying to push him away but the man just playfully wrapped his arm around her waist, trapping her in place. "Just one bite. I promise it won't hurt." "I said NO!" "If not, then a lick would do too." "You dare!!!"

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Maureen Smith died at the age of 23 due to cancer and was lucky enough to be reborn back to the age of 17th faced with the same challenges of life she faced in her past life but this time she had a System. A Good Luck System. All she has to do is to absorb good luck from the list of people provided by the system. If not she will die again when she clocks 23. And at the top of the list was a notorious bully Liam Williams. ***** Liam Williams, after the untimely death of his father and elder brother. He became the rejected son. As his mother and grandfather kept blaming him for this brother and father demise. That somehow had a drastic change in Liam's behavior. And to make matters worse his mother went and adopted another son who looks like his elder. Causing him to become a notorious bully both in and out of school. Will Maureen master the courage of facing the man who has the most good Luck? If she does succeed in approaching him, will he bully her too? What will happen to Maureen's lover in her past life? will they still be together in her present life? What will happen when Liam's adopted brother turns out to be among the people Maureen will need to absorb good luck from? Will Maureen's Good luck quest turned out to be a good Luck for better health and life or a good luck for Love Square?

Lan Sol was a beta tester for an open-world survival strategy game called *Global Ice Age Survival*. The game had only released its beta version over the years, with no sign of a public release anytime soon. The premise of the game was simple: Upgrade the campfire—the most crucial source of warmth and the heart of the territory—build various structures, recruit workers, and survive in the frozen world. Sounds boring? Not quite. The game featured monsters, magic, dungeons, and numerous kingdoms scattered across multiple continents. Players could ally with kingdoms, conquer them, or even dominate the entire world. The ultimate goal? Transform a medieval-themed kingdom into a modern, automated one. The game was difficult but oddly satisfying. Lan Sol had finally achieved a 100% completion rate. He eagerly awaited the official release, excited to conquer the game once more. But when he woke up the next day, he found himself in a snowy wasteland. A cold wind howled as the world around him lay blanketed in white. It was so cold that it felt as though the sun no longer existed. It didn’t take long for him to realize he had been transported into the very game he had played for over a year. And he wasn’t alone—every individual on Earth had been transported to this icy world. Waking up next to a campfire, Lan Sol began his journey by upgrading it, knowing it was the first step to survival. Before long, he discovered he had received an exclusive reward: an SSS+ ranked talent.

"It was fast, dark, it had teeth so long they look unhuman. I don't know what it was" Evelyn said. She sat in a small table with her knees. Eric was with her sitting in an embarrassing way. They sat across a woman who looked like she was blind. Man why were they here. She had work but Eric forced them here. The old lady added herbs and water other undefined stuff and a string of her hair. The bowl with the things lit up in blue fire she said same weird stuff and looked at me "tell me granny, what do you see" Eric said She pointed at Evelyn and said only one thing "they're coming for you" 'okay I'm done' Evelyn thought getting up abruptly. Wanting nothing more than to leave

In "Dangerous Love," two characters who seek freedom and revenge meet in the face of humanity. A tempest of blood-shedding arises when they collide as a couple. When Jackson was five, he developed a tumor in his brain that doctors said was caused by his parents' neglect. Walter and Susan Walters—a much-admired couple who spent most of their time on work rather than focusing on their son—were forced to take care of him full-time after the diagnosis. They spent a lot of money trying to treat the tumor by flying him abroad, but it did him no good . When he turned twenty, gaining admission into the university marked a significant turning point in his life. About a year later , his father was killed in an airplane crash . The family was torn apart by what happened. Cassandra the maid,—who was also an orphan after her parents passed away but had a better relationship with them than Jackson did with his father before he died —was the only person that Jackson looked up to following his father's demise. When Mr. Walter died, the business world of the Walters faced many challenges—so much so that Mrs. Walters felt compelled to fly back home in order to finish what he had started and focus on her son's happiness Before Mrs. Walter left for her trip, she made sure that Cassandra was also accepted into the same college as her son had wished for. MATILDA CASANTRO , the biggest girl in the college, made repeated attempts at winning Jackson over, but Cassandra's arrival caused Matilda to lose her cool among peers. As Cassandra charms her way into Jackson’s life, strange accidents begin to unfold, and suspicion falls squarely on him. Torn between his growing feelings for Cassandra and the chaos surrounding him, Jackson begins to uncover dark truths about her—and about his own family’s past. But when the true killer is revealed, the lines between love and betrayal blur. Together, Jackson and Cassandra must decide: will their bond save them from destruction, or is their connection too dangerous to survive? In Dangerous Love, trust is a weapon, and the truth can be deadly.

The Power of Music: Part 1 A humorous and lighthearted tale of a guy's day out at Kabianga, which starts with a fitness session in his quirky gym attire and evolves into a comedic adventure on the football field—or lack thereof. Disappointed by the absence of a casual match, he stumbles upon "Frustration Square," where he meets a girl sitting alone. Attempting to impress her with awkward humor, he fumbles his way through their interaction until music saves the day. As Perfect Design by Nyashinski plays, the song unexpectedly creates a connection between them—until his cheeky pause leaves her singing the wrong lyrics. What happens next? Stay tuned for Part 2!

(Action);(Rebirth);(Supreme); (Overpowered); (Own Developed Cultivation Method/System); (Invincible); (Unrequited love); (Calm); (Hot Blooded); (Avenue Power); (Ultimate Physique); (Devouring Power) (Many more will be added later.) ********************************** (Average words per chapter is around :- 1500 words to 2000 words) ********************************** In the world of cultivation, where strength is fate, destiny bends for nothing-except power. The story went a little different in the case of Qiangu Qitian, a young man hailing from Earth, carrying burdensome baggage in the form of regrets from the past life, thrown into an ancient universe-one which only the strong lived and prospered in. Qiangu Qitian could only vaguely remember the novel about cultivation that he read in his previous life, and his body was weak; it's tough for him to get accustomed to this perilous world. He thus forged in iron the Technique-an entirely new and unique refinement cultivation process, cell by cell, of his very being. Without any teacher or master to bring him through, Qiangu Qitian forged his way to eventually reach the top in this world's first big step in the hierarchy of cultivation: the Blood Forging Realm. Just as he came into his own with the surge of new strength, destiny had in store for him a cruel twist of events. While basking in the glory of this success, some mysterious, malevolent creature appeared, drawn to this achievement. This unknown force consumed the essence of a very rare and powerful physique Qiangu Qitian had awakened in such an innocent manner and left him to his death. His body was weak now, lifeless, thrown aside like some tool he no longer needed, to warn against cruelties of this world. But nature is full of its own rules, and fate is not so easy to tell. Qiangu Qitian went against all odds as his frail body was once again claimed by life forces. Stripped of the powers he struggled so hard to gain, with his awakened physique stolen and his essence sapped, on the brink of despair, he sat. But Qiangu Qitian was no ordinary soul. Qiangu Qitian was that young introverted but ambitious man who dared to disobey his father so he could pursue his dream. That resistance against the man who had given him life is what now burnt up his spirit like an all-consuming fire. If he could, in his eyes, square up with his father to pursue his ambitions, no god, no force of heaven, no unknown entity was ever again going to stop him from success. An indestructible will, burning in a restless heart, a determined soul to have back all that was taken from him and to surpass at least the one who snatched what was his from the very start. Led on by a wish for revenge and a search for identity, Qiangu Qitian embarks on an adventure at every turn of which draws him along a path curtained with mystery, with secrets to date forbidden techniques reveal to him, and most especially with unseen potentials within. While his body may be weak, his spirit burns brighter than ever. Refining the Cellular Tempering Technique to unimaginable heights, Qiangu Qitian rebuilds his cultivation anew, unleashing a potential that even his adversaries could never have foreseen. On his journey, he finds that strength is not a matter of power but of resilience, adaptability, and bravery in the face of a world that seems to want to bring one down. In a world full of sects fighting for supremacy, ancient clans guarding their legacies, and forces behind the scenes pulling on the strings of fate, Qiangu Qitian's journey takes on the meaning of not only survival but also redemption. He refused to be a victim of circumstance or a chess piece of someone else's game. His journey is a story of unyielding man's will who refuses to let his destiny get stolen.

In a world filled with deceit and treachery, Huang Zhiyun, the second Demonic Emperor, once placed his trust and affection in a child he considered his own. Yet, what he believed to be his greatest bond turned out to be the very poison that led to his downfall and ruin Consumed by betrayal and driven to the brink of self-destruction, Zhiyun welcomed death’s embrace. But just when the darkness closed in, an unknown being intervened. “It would be a shame to let someone as intriguing as you simply perish,” it murmured, a wicked, formless smile stretching across the void. Awakening in the frail body of a crippled child, Zhiyun found himself back at square one. But weakness did not frighten him—armed with vengeance and unshakable resolve, he vowed to climb back to the top and exact brutal retribution on those who had wronged him. “Yuzhe, Celestial Kings… wait for me. I will show you the true meaning of suffering.” Yet, as Zhiyun treads the path of vengeance, he begins to confront truths he never anticipated. The fragility of mortals… “To think I can die just from hunger, interesting…” The complexity of human emotions… “Am I poisoned? Why is my heart beating so fast?” And the profound meaning of the Dao… “Elder, please make me your disciple.” Will Zhiyun reclaim his throne and fulfill his thirst for revenge? Or will his journey lead him to uncover something far greater than power itself? Follow the rise of a ruthless Demonic Emperor as he is reborn—not only to seek vengeance, but to face a challenge he never foresaw: the hidden truths of the world and the uncharted depths of his own soul. ———— Authors note: Hi mina saaannn! so happy to be here! this is my first official book. I technically dont have any goal in writing this novel, I just want to get them out of my head or else ill go crazy crazy ahahaha … xD Anyway! im not very good in making a summary and book cover so please excuse me. I hope this does not discourage any of you to read the book and give it a shot. Thank you! :D

"What does it TRULY mean to be a Knight? The answer to that question has been lost for ages. It's a lot more than just clading yourself in armor that "glistens like polished stars" or going around swearing chivalry or the likes. The true answer to that question…well, even I don't know that. However, my father once told me, to be a knight means being able to rise to the challenge. To face the darkness squarely… even if it's so much easier to just look the other way. Honestly, back then, I didn't understand what he meant... at least not until AFTER that day... My name is Rhys... and this is my tale..." *** This story follows the adventures of Rhys Galahad, a young knight who sets out to reclaim his birthright, the Celerian Empire from the clutches of Alistair Vladen, the current Emperor and the man responsible for murdering his entire family. Aided by friends he made a long the way, Rhys's path is set to be a rough and treacherous one, and as he gets pulled deeper into it, he finds himself face to face with a far bigger picture than he could possibly imagine, making him question everything he knew… Or thought he did… What does it TRULY mean to be a knight? A question he has to answer… lest he be consumed by the darkness… Enjoy… PS: Hope you all enjoy my first book on this platform. The story might be rather slow-paced but bear with me please

Joining WSA 2025. #WSA2025 Every author loves their story. Sure, you may get tired writing it after quiet a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no? The words you put consideration to, the effort you did researching overnight. The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work. All of it was something you used to cherish, that you may ended up forgetting the joy over small things one day. Everyone loves their work. But some forgets they did.

Every author loves their story. Sure, you may get tired writing it after quiet a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no? The words you put consideration to, the effort you did researching overnight. The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work. All of it was something you used to cherish, that you may ended up forgetting the joy over small things one day. Everyone loves their work. But some forgets they did. Like... a certain author who could no longer bring to love his work.