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Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family

Su Changqing reincarnated into a fantasy world, directly starting with a heavenly advantage, being born into a Great Emperor family. His father is Su's contemporary family head at the quasi-emperor peak, his mother is the sword pavilion's legitimate daughter with Great Saint cultivation, and even a steward of the Su family is a Saint King. Born into such a powerful family, Su Changqing could easily reach the peak just by doing nothing. But his father, Su Nan, was afraid that his son would become a pompous and arrogant wastrel in such an environment, so he established a Truman World for Su Changqing! In a poor family, with no way to cultivate, Su Changqing struggled through hardships and finally joined a small sect. What he didn't know was that his enlightenment teacher was actually the contemporary Confucian Immortal. The taciturn elder teaching him Sword Techniques was actually the Sword Fool famous across the continent. The irritable elder who always blew up the alchemy furnace was known as the Pill Saint. To prevent Su Changqing from being arrogant due to his talents, many famous teachers were extremely harsh, and the Divine Techniques taught were very difficult to master. But soon, these teachers were all panicking. "Sword Fool master, the Nine Yang Sword is too simple, is there any other Divine Technique?" "Pill Saint master, don't leave, I've already mastered the Yin Yang Reversal Alchemy Technique, teach me something more powerful." "Hey hey hey, Confucian master, don't run, I've finished reading the books you asked me to..." Looking at the retreating masters, Su Changqing sighed helplessly, "A small sect is really a small sect, unreliable..."
Action and speech, silence and stillness · 653K Views

The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 223.2K Views

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)
Sharadox_5371 · 20.9K Views

Elves Are Sleeping Beauties

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!
lostatlas · 7K Views

Alpha, Say My Name

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~
carmyko · 39.2K Views

From Nothing, Kean

Kean was born into the strongest village of the 7 Realms—but not as a warrior, not as a prodigy, not as anyone worth remembering. He had no father. His mother fell into a coma when he was just a toddler. Raised by silence and ignored by everyone, Kean grew up invisible. Weak. Forgotten. But inside him slept two things: a devil sealed deep in his soul… and an eye power the world had never seen before. As Kean begins his journey to be noticed, he unlocks layer after layer of a power hidden even from legends. He’s mocked for his strange fighting style, Aura Farming, but it soon becomes a symbol of fear. His fights aren't just physical—they’re emotional, psychological, and personal. Each battle shapes him. He starts to hear the devil within, forming a dangerous bond that both helps and haunts him. Just as he rises to lead the fight against a terrifying Voidborn threat that unites all 7 Realms, he suffers the ultimate loss—his mother dies in front of him. In that moment, Kean unlocks the 5th level of his eye—something no one believed could exist. A power so perfect, it doesn't harm the user. He becomes unstoppable. But after defeating the Voidborn, he learns the painful truth: the Council of Nine, the creators of his village and so-called protectors, were never on his side. They knew everything. His past, his curse, his father’s death. Betrayed and burning with fury, Kean hunts them down—one by one. Brutally. No mercy. No speeches. Just justice. And when the blood settles, Kean does not claim a throne. He creates a new council. A council that stands not on power or fear—but purpose. He names it after the only thing he ever came from. Nothing.
MohitMiddha · 9.4K Views

The Fivefold Legend

"They called him a thief, a traitor, a legend. But Elias Veyne was just a boy who refused to kneel." In the sun-washed kingdom of Valenor, where the royal House of Solas rules with divine right and the power of Royal Edict—commands spoken in sunlight that cannot be disobeyed—Elias Veyne is born into the shadowed edges of the middle class. His father is a scribe, his mother a weaver, and his older brother Theron a loyal soldier-in-training. Elias is unremarkable in every way—until the day he fails his exams and realizes the truth: knowledge is power, and power is locked away from those not born beneath the sun’s blessing. When the royal Choosing Ceremony assigns him the humble Verdant Art (a Path meant for farmers and healers), Elias refuses his fate. He sneaks into the royal library and steals the first of many forbidden truths: Frost Logic, the icy discipline of the war-torn continent Veymar. His theft burns half the library down, branding him a criminal—and awakening a hunger for more. Driven by fury and the memory of his brother’s betrayal (for Theron, ever the loyalist, disowns him), Elias flees Valenor. His journey takes him across the five continents: Veymar, where he learns Frost Logic by standing in frozen rivers until his legs go numb. Kharaz, where he bargains with a merchant-lord for Coin’s Will, trading his blood for power—and debt. Sylvain, where rebels teach him the deadly side of Verdant Art, poisoning his own veins to grow weaponized thorns. The Unnamed Isle, where whispers tell him the final Path—Echo Walk, the power of the dead—awaits. But power comes at a cost. Each stolen discipline wastes his body: his hands frostbitten, his voice ruined from mimicking Royal Edict, his skin rotting from thorns. Worse, the Solas family hunts him, twisting his legend into that of a madman. When Elias returns to Valenor, it’s not as a hero, but as a living rebellion. He proves that Royal Edict can be wielded by anyone—shattering the divine right of kings. The people rise, the palace burns, and in the chaos, Elias confronts Theron, now a captain in the Solas army. Their final stand is not between brothers, but between faith and freedom. Theron, bound by duty, fires the execution shot—but misses on purpose. Elias, his body failing, dies mid-speech, his last words unfinished. Legends say he walks the Unnamed Isle still, a shadow with five scars—one for each continent, and one for the brother who loved him too late.
LumaneCasimir · 1.3K Views

The Primal Blood Demonic Dragon

[Warning :- Mature Content: 18+, HAREM, No NTR on MC, SEX scene but not too much SMUT.] [Reincarnation, Cultivation, Dragon, Bloodlines, System, Evolution, Bloodline abilities, Isekai.] [Many chapters among first 100 chapters might be boring but is essential for the growth of the characters.] Gin finally transformed his soul to Complete Dragon soul, but price he has payed as his Physical Body's Complete Destruction. He Reincarnated to completely different universe with different rules from past life. Society, custom, tradition everything is different and new to him. Despite being a 100 years old soul with a teenage body, will it be little hard for him to adapt? Welcome to world of Genesis, the home star of Primal Race. To know more about other races Start Reading The Story. [Caution :This story some times may be too much emotional, Keep a Cloth/many tissues with you. You will need them at some point to wipe your white... tears.] Wild people come enjoy the adventure of A Big dragon and a little dragon who most of the time hides from people. [Warning:Story may contain incest, yuri. Readers read with caution] [Also incest in story is depending on each reader's perspective. Don't get disappointed if it is much different from your anticipation. After all, world of Gin has different kind of relationship bonds] Little insight from far beyond time during his awakening and very first step of his life's determination point. Host : Gin Long Lifespan : 12/100 Level : Null [(0/1) Basic Evolution energy to Basic Tier 0 First Stage] Evolution energy : 0 Strength : 2 Agility : 2 Physique : 2 Intelligence : 2 Body Constitution : Unawakened (0/100) Basic Physique : (i) At start of every 5 level your maximum stat limit will increase by 10 for all basic attributes. You can increase these stats by training in various different ways. (Level limit Basic Tier. Till basic Tier your stat limit will increase) (ii) Meditate and absorb world energy to create 1 point of Basic Evolution energy every hour. In meantime old woman arrived with Lucy on her shoulder and Xingning tagging along. He only heard "Gin!" and next moment someone was hugging him from behind. Raising his left hand, folded it toward his back, placed it on her head and rubbed "There there." He didn't know what to say now, so he only kept caressing her head. But when he turned back to look at her expression, he was taken aback. "Hm? xxxxxx" "Ho ho, still remember me." "Of course. We xxxxxxxxx...... xxxx..." At last word he paused for a moment.
SPACEREBEL · 136.1K Views

Reader's Odyssey : I Just Wanted To Live

Now, lying atop a box forged from an unknown material—once his prison—Kevin watches everything unfold. The sky burns. The earth is broken. The world has collapsed. Yet his mind is still calculating. - Orphaned at a young age? **Check.** - Best friend with a hidden background? **Check.** - Too overpowered for villains to handle? **Check.** - A lonely vi#gin since birth? **Check.** - Absent at world-changing moments? **Check.** "F#ck, why does it feel like I’m an overpowered side character in this world?" His head spins as a single thought refuses to leave him. "Wait..... If I’m just a side character… then why the hell am I the last one alive on this dead planet instead of the main character?" ********** A wedding is a big occasion for everyone, capable of transforming lives—for better or for worse. Kevin’s life also took a dramatic turn, but not because of his own wedding—it was his best friend’s. Kevin’s days had been stable and peaceful until his best friend announced a wedding in a foreign country out of nowhere and insisted that Kevin join him. Kevin, ever the freeloa—ahem—loyal friend, reluctantly agreed. Little did he know, that one decision would change everything. fate had other plans for Kevin, pushing him onto a path filled with the helplessness and carnage. This journey to the foreign country shattered his worldview and forced him to stand against unrelenting challenges, testing his intelligence, resolve and pride. Would he crumble under the pressure, or rise above to claim his own path? Join Kevin in this gripping odyssey, where peace isn’t a given—it’s a prize reserved for the strongest. And it’s one he must earn, step by brutal step. # This novel is purely a work of friction. everything is made up and do not depict or represent real world.
Hopefullthinker01 · 45.7K Views
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