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The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.

“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’ I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play' And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down… Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.” Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones. Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her. If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf. But when he touches her, something inside her stirs… Desires? Yes! Powers hidden by the moon goddess? Yes! And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal … Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’? One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of. #Slow burn #Wispy old prophecies # Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend #Villian in love with FL Join my discord group: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4
Ejiofor_Dorcas · 3.3M Views

The Weakest Skill Was Actually the Code to Reality

In the world of Aethelgard, destiny is forged by the "Skill" granted by the heavens. Legendary heroes wield S-Rank powers that can sunder mountains, while commoners make do with simple abilities to till the fields. For Kael Virein, his destiny was a curse. Branded "Skill-less" on his sixteenth birthday, he becomes the ultimate failure—an object of scorn and pity in a society that worships power. Cast out and destined for a life of mediocrity, Kael is ready to accept his bleak future. But what the world saw as a flaw was, in fact, a power beyond their comprehension. Kael doesn't possess a Skill because he isn't a user of the world's system—he is its Administrator. He can see the very code of reality. While others struggle to master swordsmanship, Kael can edit an enemy's status to [State: Deceased]. While mages chant complex spells, he can rewrite the laws of physics with a single thought. The mockery turns to shock, the shock to terror, and the terror to absolute reverence. Follow Kael as he embarks on a journey from a reviled outcast to a living god, turning legendary swords to dust, deleting cataclysmic spells from existence, and taming world-ending beasts with the ease of closing a program. His absolute, terrifying power becomes a beacon, drawing the most powerful and beautiful women in the realm to his side: a proud ice princess whose worldview he shatters, a seductive demoness who finds his power the ultimate aphrodisiac, and a brilliant scholar who seeks to understand the "glitch" that is Kael. But with every line of code he rewrites, Kael uncovers a deeper, more sinister secret: his world is not what it seems. Aethelgard is a cage, and its "gods" are its wardens. To protect his new home and the women who have pledged their hearts to him, Kael must confront the very creators of his reality. They mocked him for being born skill-less… But he’s not bound by the world. He’s the one who wrote it.
RSisekai · 19.2K Views

Football Dynasty

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!
Antonigiggs · 1.7M Views

ZawGyi:The Myth

"The Zawgyi are no more." That is what the scrolls say. That is what the monks chant at dusk. That is what the silence of the jungle wants you to believe. Long ago, beneath mountains now lost to time and cloud, they walked barefoot on ash, breathing in iron and flame. They were alchemists, but not the kind who turned lead to gold. No — they wove spells with blood, crafted fire into orbs, carved death into bone. They bent nature, not for wisdom, but for power. For defiance. They called them "Zawgyi". Immortal, it was said. Touched by heaven, feared by the underworld. But even immortality has rules. And the Zawgyi, for all their brilliance, broke too many. When the stars bled red and the rivers turned to smoke, the world pushed back. Something older than gods, deeper than spells, rose from the black between time. The Zawgyi vanished. Some say they were sealed. Others, that they burned themselves into dust. A few believe… they wait. Now, centuries later, the world has changed. Skyscrapers rise. Satellites orbit. Cities hum. And no one remembers the old language of alchemy. But something stirs. Deep in the green shadows of the Htamanthi jungle, under ruins no one dares map, an ancient circle pulses with dull red light. One seal. Just one. Cracked by accident, or by fate. And far from the jungle, in a dusty corner of a university library, a lazy, debt-ridden student named "Thuta" yawns, stretches, and picks up a scroll that hasn't been touched in 300 years. The world will wish he hadn't. ---
Superb_snail · 10.8K Views

Underneath the Suit : The Fractured Vow

Underneath the Suit: The Fractured Vow “Where memory fractures... the vow still stands.” -->The name was erased. The vow wasn’t. Beneath the suit, something awakens. Beneath the badge, something refuses. In a fractured future where cities run on corporate lies and gods sleep beneath synthetic moons, two lives spiral toward each other—bound by blood, buried power, and a war the world tried to forget. Ryuu Takeda, a technician in Sector 9, lives quietly—trying to shrink beneath his rage. By night, he fights in circuits like PIT, chasing rumors of his missing brother. His past is erased. His brothers are gone. Only a bloodstained watch keeps him tethered. The system marks him as dangerous. The streets whisper a name he never chose. And something inside him wants to burn through the silence. Audrina Cromwell, an elite Eclipse enforcer, lives by protocol—until she breaks ranks to save a child. Her locket opens for the first time in years. It bleeds shadow, hums with memories not her own, and calls her by a title she doesn’t understand. Now she’s hunted for something even she can’t explain. Cults chant forbidden names. Knight relics tremble in the dark. And power stirs in those, the world forgot how to control. As divine monsters, broken myths, and AI ghosts converge on a buried truth, Ryuu and Audrina must decide if the fire inside them is inherited, stolen...or something new. Because something ancient is bleeding through the cracks. And someone—maybe both—is carrying a vow the world tried to erase. A vow was broken once. The gods bled because of it. Two lost souls who were never meant to meet. One shattered prophecy. And a war no one remembers—until it remembers them. They weren’t born to save the world. They were built to survive what comes after. Not chosen ones—just broken ones fate failed to erase. —— Power System: AURA Aura doesn’t awaken from destiny—it breaks loose when the soul stops kneeling. It is defiance made visible. The scream of will, shaped into motion. When belief becomes will—and will becomes a weapon. The stronger the soul, the brighter the burn. But some flames consume. Aura awakens when the spirit breaks its chains. But some chains bind gods. And some gods remember. Suit up. Break. Burn. Become. —— Core Elements: Cyberpunk meets Divine Horror Dual Protagonist Psychological Spiral: underground fighter & haunted officer No Systems. No Prompts. No Mercy Aura vs. Borrowed Power: soul-forged will vs. divine residue Urban Mythpunk: dreamfolds, Knight relics, shadow-driven warfare Slow-burn convergence, fractured identities, sacred violence Secrets that whisper before they scream —— Author’s Note: Lo, brave reader—thou who wander’st where shadows writhe and oaths lie broken, This be mine first tale upon the scrolls of Webnovel. If thou seek worlds cracked with myth and power born not of birth, but of defiance— And souls who, though torn, dare rise again—then come. Walk with me through ruin and remembrance. Each act shall grow in terror and truth. What beginneth in silence shall end in flame. Speak thy thoughts. Scribe thy theories. Share thy witness. The crack hath opened. We fall not alone. — ChaosKNIGHT (C.K) Ashvale (“Oh, it feels cringe?” Aye—’tis why we keep a simpler tongue…) This is my first Webnovel. A slow-burn, emotional story built on identity, myth, and transformation. If you enjoy fractured worlds, mythic systems, and broken people who rise again—I hope you stay. Each act deepens. The fracture widens. And the fire only grows. Feedback, comments, and wild theories are always welcome. Let’s see how deep the cracks go. Thanks for reading. The fracture begins now. - I sometimes add Images in comment section(From me or From internet) ——
The_ChaosKNIGHT · 12.8K Views

Beneath The Knife

"Don't stop, don't stop," Ria chanted under her breath as she sprinted across the street. Mrs. Clara's house was only minutes away-if only she could move faster. Her heart drummed a frantic rhythm, and her throat was parched, desperate for water. Yet, she didn't stop. She couldn't-not even if she tried. Her face bore the marks of dried tears, intermingled with the powder her mother had dusted on her cheeks that morning. Mother! The word reverberated in her ears, triggering a cascade of fresh tears. At last, the old brown door of Mrs. Clara's house came into view. Summoning a burst of energy, her muscles cried out for rest, and her heart felt like it was on the verge of leaping out of her chest. Ria hammered on the door with all her might. It swung open with a gentle creak, revealing an elderly woman garbed in a white uniform, a nurse's cap sitting atop her head. The woman's eyes widened in confusion as she gazed upon the weary girl before her, extending her arms to steady the trembling figure. Ria's feet were bare, bloodied from her desperate journey, her face a mosaic of sorrow etched by tears. For a moment, Mrs. Clara stood frozen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Then, as Ria's choked gasps filled the silence, instinct took over. The seasoned nurse sprang into action, her years of experience guiding her swift response. She hurried to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water, which she pressed into Ria's hands. Ria downed the water in one large gulp, to the older woman's amazement, and at last, her voice returned. Clutching Mrs. Clara's hand tightly, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "My mother, you have to help my mother."
Dheeyawrites · 2.4K Views
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