Jinx Shimmer

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) 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 "failed" 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? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions 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 a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges. Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale. But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate. ***** ~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~ The closer I got, the more I realized it was a full grown naked man. What? A man? How was the dragon a man? Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of him. What was wrong with me? Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood? Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible. “Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. He was breathtaking! His lashes were white and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color. “Ingrid,” he breathed out my name and my eyes widened in wonder at the fact that he knew my name.

When a shimmering portal tears through the heart of London, disgorging legions of dragon-riding knights and mythical beasts, the United Kingdom faces an unprecedented crisis. Amid the ashes of Buckingham Palace and the rubble of Parliament, Captain Alastair Reid—a battle-scarred veteran of Afghanistan—leads a ragtag coalition of Royal Marines, rogue historians, and disillusioned politicians into the fantastical "Special Region." But this realm of warring elves, scheming sorcerers, and ancient gods is no passive medieval playground. As Reid navigates blood-soaked alliances and geopolitical brinkmanship, he uncovers a chilling truth: the Gate’s creators are watching, and humanity’s survival hinges on a choice—conquer or collaborate.

When Arin is abruptly torn from his mundane existence and thrust into the ethereal realm of Elysion, he awakens with fragmented memories and latent powers—a fusion of dormant Qi and haunting echoes of dreams. This enigmatic world, shimmering with celestial beauty and peril, whispers of a cosmic destiny tied to his rebirth. Guided by cryptic visions and the remnants of forgotten lore, Arin must unravel the mystery of his arrival while navigating a labyrinth of ancient rivalries, arcane cultivation techniques, and the seductive allure of Elysion’s surreal landscapes But Elysion is not merely a sanctuary; it is a crucible. As Arin’s abilities burgeon, he discovers his rebirth is intertwined with the fate of two realms—his own and this celestial plane. To harness his true potential, he must confront spectral adversaries, decode the "Celestial Threads" that bind worlds, and choose whether to embrace his destiny as a bridge between dimensions… or a destroyer. With the haunting refrain of “Whispers Between Worlds” echoing in his mind, Arin’s journey transcends mere survival—it is a quest to redefine existence itself. Hook: What happens when a forgotten soul becomes the key to unlocking the multiverse? Dive into a saga where cultivation, cosmic secrets, and the price of rebirth collide in a realm where every thread weaves fate—or fractures it.

In the kingdom of Moon Aires, Kassandra Escalante. A bold and spirited lady general, shocks the court by asking the hand of the 7th prince Kalix Noah El Greco, known for being unlucky and cold-hearted. “As a reward, I will grant you a wish, General Escalante. Tell me, what is it?” “I want to be a wife, Your Majesty. I want the 7th prince to be my husband.” Despite their contradicting personality, Kassandra with her power of luckiness and optimism, dreams a peaceful life as Kalix’s wife. They find themselves drawn into a passionate enchantment fueled by their desires. Will their chemistry lead to the ultimate collision of luck and jinx? Or maybe… fate will have a different plan to two people who had promised not to fall with each other. Is there a happy ending when secrets were lurking around?

A brilliant attorney, an indifferent partner, and a fool naive enough to be betrayed. I am Araki Yuma. With a sharp mind and an unwavering sense of justice, I climbed to the top of the legal world at a young age, only to be poisoned and left for dead. But fate had other plans. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a place beyond comprehension—an endless hall of towering pillars, each bearing the name of a god. A voice resonated in my mind, revealing the truth: I had been granted a second chance. Not in my own body, not in my own world, but as someone who had devoted themselves entirely to the gods. "Choose," the voice commanded. "Select a god, and they shall bestow their blessing upon you." One by one, I read the inscriptions—War, Agriculture, Magic, Love, Strength, Life, Resilience, Speed, Ocean, Wind, Disease, Healing... And then, I saw it. The Goddess of Wisdom—Minerva. Without hesitation, I placed my hand upon the pillar. A brilliant golden light engulfed me, dissolving my body into shimmering dust. And when my consciousness returned, I found myself hunched over a desk, drooling onto a stack of documents. This was my new reality. A world governed by divine laws, where power meant survival. This time, I wouldn't be a fool. This time, I would use my mind, my knowledge, and the wisdom of the goddess to shape my destiny. After all, the courtroom was merely one battlefield—now, an entire world awaited my verdict.

She stared at the shimmering stream, her vision blurred by the relentless flow of tears. Her chest ached, my frustration bubbling over. "You wouldn't understand!" Ginny shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of her pain. "I don’t want to." His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. She whipped around, glaring at him. Rude jerk. Ginny let out a bitter hiss, hugging her arms around myself. "I hate my life." He said nothing. That silence only made it worse. She scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. My life was never perfect, but now... now it can never be." "It doesn’t need to be." His voice was calmer this time, steady. I turned to him, my lip trembling. "Why not? Everyone else gets to be happy. Why can’t I?" His dark eyes softened as he exhaled. "I’m not happy. And I’m far from perfect. We’re just two imperfect people existing in the same timeline." Somehow, his words reached her, settling deep in her heart. She sniffled, forcing a shaky laugh. "Trust me, we’re not even in the same timeline to begin with." His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, as if he saw straight through her. Ignoring her words, he stepped closer. "It’s okay." His voice was almost a whisper. "We can be two imperfect beings in this imperfect world, making imperfect choices." His hand brushed against mine—warm, grounding. "But," he continued, "the most perfect life has been is the time spent with you." Her breath hitched. Her heart stilled. Ginny blinked up at him, stunned. 'Shit.' She hissed under my breath, looking away. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that.. information?" *** Ginny was just an ordinary woman—until she woke up in a historical Korean setting as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic fate. Trapped in a world of palace intrigue, power struggles, and an infuriatingly handsome yet equally frustrating man, she must navigate her way through a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. But Ginny refuses to let fate dictate her life. If the script says she’s the villain, then she’ll rewrite her role—one dramatic scene at a time.

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

Ninety days until Earth is swallowed. Reality itself is fracturing, ripped open by shimmering Void Rifts that bleed chaotic energy and awaken terrifying powers within ordinary humans. These new "Resonators" are aberrations, hunted by the iron fist of the Dominion Bureau.   For Kai, survival in Dome City's gritty underworld was hard enough. But when a broken pocket watch flares with impossible purple light, it brands him as a Resonator with the uncontrollable ability to Flicker through space. Suddenly, he’s not just hunted – he's marked.   Thrown together with a volatile crew – a fire-wielding defector, a cryptic shapeshifter, a telepath playing a double game – Kai must plunge into the alien, time-twisted dimension of the Void. Their mission: find the legendary Anchor, the only chance to avert total annihilation. But the Anchor demands a blood price, and amidst clashing factions and visceral betrayals, Kai discovers the most devastating secret: he is the key.   Can a reluctant survivor become the savior of two worlds, or will the power tearing reality apart consume him first? The countdown has begun.

ONTENTS ARE FULLY INSPIRED BY THE AUTHOR Title: Entangled Celestials Genre: Supernatural billionaire romance CHARACTER SKETCH PRIMARY PROTAGONISTS Name: Ophelia Morgan Age: 19 years Appearance: Having a long cinnamon brown hair in curls, her shimmering pale skin with her amber doe eyes, her pitched nose and long lashes gives her the appearance of a luxurious maiden bath bath mannnn. Occupation: Maid Personality: Loving, Caring, very emotional and insists on helping whoever she can. Story plot: Seeks to find freedom from the enslaving family she is sold to and ends up living with the most handsome and richest Duke in the kingdom as his maid as he changes her fate by marrying her. Relationship: Married to Alucard and daughter of Enzo Morgan. Weakness: She’s very fragile, weak and gullible Name: Alucard Claremont Age: 1023 years Appearance: A long dark hair which he always put up in a bun, having a slightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes, a nicely chiseled jawline, having broad shoulders and a fit upper and lower body. Occupation: Duke Personality: Hostile to others, but very caring and gentle for the one he loves, stern yet very calm and logical. Story plot: He is a cast down angel who then becomes a demon when he lands on the earth and loses his wings in the process and in finding it he finds a maiden who can bring back his wings with her love and decides to keep her for himself . Relationship: Married to Ophelia Weakness: None Name: Cyrilla Oman Age: Early twenties Appearance: Having a lustrous black hair, pitched nose and dark skin, dark hazel eyes and beautiful nude lips. Occupation: Maid Personality: She is very kind and takes Ophelia as her little sister when she works at the Claremont mansion, she’s very caring and responsible. Story plot: She becomes really close to Ophelia and is her personal maid and closest friend to Ophelia. She finds a creature with injured wings and decides to help without knowing what that may be like and ends up falling in love with him. Relationship: Married to Vernon Weakness: She’s fragile at heart PRIMARY ANTAGONISTS Name: Kesper Azariah Age: Early twenties Appearance: Having a short disheveled hair, a broad nose, dim pale skin, cherry lips and light grey eyes. Occupation: Prince of Kevlar Personality: Decietful, cunning and quite cheerful, he mostly smiles while having evil intentions Story plot: He poses as a friend to Alucard while trying to bring down his dukedom but unknown to him, he messes with the wrong demon. Relationship: Poses to be a friend of Alucard Weakness: Jealousy and pride Name: Felicia Jason Age: late fifties Appearance: short dark hair, a poised look, light blonde hair, dark eyes and shimmering skin. Occupation: Social elite Personality: Hateful, straightforward with insults and sarcasm, despises anything that doesn’t work her way. Story plot: She is the aunty of Ophelia, her caretaker after the death of Ophelia’s parents, she sells Ophelia to slavery with the intent to have her killed because she felt it would pose a threat to her daughter’s future, she lies to the world that her niece was killed by the beast of the kingdom but she becomes heavily suprised to see the girl she try to ruin is well and happy with the most handsome Duke of the kingdom, she tries to do her best to ruin her but is killed by Alucard after he much trials to kill Ophelia. Relationship: Aunty and proposed caretaker of Ophelia Weakness: Overthinking and Greed Name: Laurel Jason Age: 18 years Appearance: Having a long blonde hair with light blue eyes, her skin in slightly tanned, her pitched nose compliments her darted eyes. Occupation: Social elite Personality: Rude, incompetent and proud, hateful and spoiled. Story Plot: She bullies Ophelia until she is sold into slavery and becomes ecstatic by her mother’s decision and when it is the bachelor/spinster ball, she sets her mind on Alucard but is fully disappointed when she sees Ophelia with her supposed husband.

In the ash-gray wastes of Ketharion, where sky rivers shimmer under a fractured crimson moon, a new demon Cassius awakens with broken horns and a haunting human memory. In a realm where Essence—harvested from blood, rivers, or mortals—fuels power, and time slowly sharpens claws, survival is a cruel gamble. Bound by the Oathweave’s unbreakable contracts, they strike pacts with desperate mortals across planes—offering strength, revenge, knowledge or riches for souls that flood them with life and furthers their development. While some demons leave the barren land in search of better life in other planes others are bound to it unable to permanently separate themselves from Ketharion. Read the first story of no name author.

Kaye Jin was an illustrator who was accidentally transported into the other world and trapped inside the Princess' body. When she realized that the original Princess was a bad person, she decided to change her image and became close to everyone to have a peaceful life in the empire while thinking of a way to return to her original world. Later, an assassin named Ryu comes and tells her that someone from the empire wants to kill her. Will she be able to survive in this empire and return to her world?

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...

The classroom was already half-full when he arrived. As usual, nobody met his eyes. He slumped into his seat, pulled out his phone, and— The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air—all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh, wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I… what?" "I said no. I’m not interested in whatever quest or destiny you’re selling. Pick someone else." The goddess’s perfect features creased in confusion. "But… but you’ve been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don’t care about your prophecy. I’ve got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world’s issues to the mix. Now unfreeze time and leave me alone." "You don’t understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King’s armies! Millions will die without—" "Sounds like a you problem." He turned back to his phone, though the screen remained frozen like everything else. The goddess’s confusion shifted to anger. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. "You dare dismiss a divine messenger so casually? Perhaps I should demonstrate the gravity of the situation."

Check out my new novel: My Seven Beautiful Sins! °°°°° In a distant future, seven centuries after the cataclysmic mana storm, the world of Gaïa transformed into a realm infused with magic. The fabric of reality shifted, revealing the manifestation of stats, skills, and levels through ethereal windows, visible to all. A new era emerged, where humanity awoke to the concept of Classes, bestowing upon them unique abilities and the potential for greatness. However, only the truly exceptional would ascend to seize the Throne in this extraordinary Era of Players. Noah uttered profound words, his eyes shimmering with an unearthly force. "Life itself is akin to a prison, but fear not, for I, Death, shall set you free.'' °°° Discord: https://discord.com/invite/qxK8vcpF

"Among the shimmering stars, darkness begins to rise… and only one spacefaring cat can stop it!" Astrocat, a mysterious humanoid feline, embarks on a perilous journey across the universe in search of the Reliquim Core, a legendary artifact that holds the key to his forgotten past. But this quest is far from easy! From the deadly jungles of Planet Verdalis, the raging sandstorms of Planet Nebula, to the war-torn infernos of Planet Inferno Prime, Astrocat faces countless challenges. Alongside Luna, a valiant warrior from the Sky Kingdom, and Astrodog, a ruthless war commander turned rival, they hunt for the ancient relics that could either save or doom the entire universe. But the greatest threat is not the monstrous creatures lurking in the shadows of the galaxy. The Void, a sinister entity controlling the darkness, is preparing to awaken Dimention, a reality-consuming force capable of erasing entire worlds in an instant. As the truth about Astrocat’s destiny and his connection to the cosmic artifacts begins to unravel, a choice must be made… Will Astrocat save the galaxy, or will he become part of its destruction? An action-packed intergalactic adventure filled with epic battles, cosmic mysteries, and the fate of the universe hanging in the balance!

Neko entered the world as a fragile soul, his delicate frame and frail constitution making him an easy target for ridicule. From the moment he could walk, whispers and jeers followed him like shadows. But amidst the cruelty, there was one unwavering light—his sister, Nakemi. With her bunny-like features, soft ears twitching at every sound, she stood as his fierce protector, shielding him from the world’s harshness. While others saw weakness, Nakemi saw strength in her brother, a quiet resilience that others were too blind to notice. The world itself was once ordinary, until the day an ancient god, seething with rage, unleashed a curse upon the land. The curse twisted reality, warping people into hybrids of myth and beast. Some grew wings, others sprouted tails, and a rare few were gifted with extraordinary powers. Chaos reigned as the mutated struggled to adapt, and monstrous creatures, born of the curse, roamed the land with a singular purpose: destruction. In the midst of this turmoil, Emperor Shang-hi rose as a beacon of order. He summoned all those who had been granted powers, forming an elite team to protect the kingdom. With their combined strength, he erected a colossal resistance shield, a shimmering barrier that safeguarded the land from the horrors beyond. His son, Prince Han, was among the chosen—a natural leader with a commanding presence and a power that radiated like the sun. He was tasked with leading the team, though his heart harbored a secret he dared not reveal: a growing affection for Neko, the frail boy with angelic wings and a quiet determination. Neko’s mutation had transformed him in ways no one could have predicted. From his back sprouted pristine white wings, soft as clouds and radiant with an otherworldly glow. A golden halo hovered above his head, and a third eye, mysterious and all-seeing, appeared on his forehead. Yet, despite these divine features, his body remained fragile, his strength limited. His sister, Nakemi, had become a nimble bunny-girl, her agility and speed unmatched, but her protective instincts toward Neko only grew stronger. When Neko joined the power sect, he was thrust into a world of rigorous training. Swords, bows, and other weapons became his daily companions. To everyone’s surprise, Neko showed an aptitude for the bow, his aim precise and steady, and a modest skill with the sword. But his teammates were far from kind. They mocked his slender frame, taunted his weakness, and dismissed him as a liability. Only Prince Han saw beyond the surface, his admiration for Neko’s quiet perseverance deepening with each passing day. As the team trained and prepared for the battles ahead, the threat of the cursed monsters loomed ever closer. These creatures, twisted and malevolent, sought only to destroy, their very existence a testament to the ancient god’s wrath. Neko, despite his physical limitations, carried a resolve that burned brighter than any flame. He would prove himself, not just to his teammates, but to the world—and perhaps, in doing so, he would uncover the true extent of the power hidden within his fragile form. The stage was set for a tale of courage, love, and redemption, where the weakest would rise to become the strongest, and where the bonds of family and loyalty would be tested against the darkness of a cursed world.

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans Website: indrascans.site Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

Kael was an ordinary young man, living a monotonous life in his world until the day he woke up in **Eryndor**, a realm where magic flows through glowing crystals and the sky shimmers in shades of purple and gold. With no memory of how he got there, he discovers he is the only one who can sense the energy of these crystals—a power that could either save or destroy the world. Guided by **Lira**, a sarcastic and mysterious warrior, Kael embarks on a dangerous journey to unravel the secrets of Eryndor. Meanwhile, the **Order of Shadows**, a powerful and sinister organization, is determined to capture him, believing he is the key to controlling the realm's magic. As Kael learns to harness his newfound abilities, he must face shadowy creatures, unexpected betrayals, and his own unknown past. What he doesn’t know is that his arrival in Eryndor was no accident—he was **called** to fulfill an ancient prophecy, and the fate of the realm rests in his hands. In a world where magic is fading and the crystals are being corrupted, Kael will have to choose: save Eryndor or return home. But in a place where nothing is as it seems, the line between hero and villain may be thinner than he imagines.

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

At this moment, Liora stood in a fiery, form-fitting mini skirt, unabashedly flaunting her smooth, fair legs. Her chestnut hair, resembling seaweed, cascaded in soft curls. As her gaze flicked to the side, her eyes shimmered with a seductive allure. The dance floor was a chaotic swirl of bodies, yet she moved fluidly with the crowd, her body twisting and swaying with abandon...

Once upon a time, in a quiet little village nestled between rolling green hills, lived a young girl named Lila. She had a heart full of dreams and a soul that danced with curiosity. But what made Lila special was her ability to find beauty in the simplest of things. Every morning, she would wake up before the sun rose and run to the meadow behind her cottage. There, she would sit by the old oak tree, watching the sky change colors as the sun painted it with shades of pink and gold. She listened to the whispers of the wind and the cheerful songs of the birds, feeling as though the world was speaking to her in a language only she could understand. One day, as she wandered deeper into the forest, she stumbled upon a wounded little bird with shimmering blue feathers. Its tiny wing was broken, and it chirped weakly. Without hesitation, Lila gently scooped it up and carried it home. She tended to its wound with care, feeding it and keeping it warm until, day by day, it grew stronger. During this time, Lila and the bird formed a special bond. She named it Azul, after the color of its feathers. Azul would perch on her shoulder as she sang to it, and in return, it would chirp melodiously, as if thanking her for her kindness. Then, the day came when Azul was strong enough to fly again. Lila knew in her heart that it was time to set him free, though the thought saddened her. With tears in her eyes but a smile on her face, she carried Azul to the meadow and opened her hands. "Go on, Azul," she whispered, "the sky is yours." Azul fluttered his wings and took flight, circling above her as if hesitating. Then, with one last chirp, he soared high into the sky, disappearing beyond the horizon. Though Lila missed him, she felt a warmth in her heart, knowing she had given him a second chance at life. From that day on, every time she sat under the oak tree, a shimmering blue bird would appear, singing the sweetest song. And Lila knew—it was Azul, coming back to remind her that kindness always finds its way back home.

He sat up, his body—no, this body—responding with a fluid grace that startled him. His hands, clawed and shimmering with faint iridescence, flexed instinctively. He stared at them, a mix of awe and dread curling in his gut. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t human. And yet, it was. The flesh he wore felt alive, pulsing with a strange energy, as if it carried the weight of galaxies in its sinews.

At this moment, Liora stood in a fiery, form-fitting mini skirt, unabashedly flaunting her smooth, fair legs. Her chestnut hair, resembling seaweed, cascaded in soft curls. As her gaze flicked to the side, her eyes shimmered with a seductive allure. The dance floor was a chaotic swirl of bodies, yet she moved fluidly with the crowd, her body twisting and swaying with abandon...

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?