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In 'The Elf Kingdom', the War of Gods 1000 years ago caused the fall of the World Tree. In a world where true gods rule, the fall of the elven civilization came soon after. A 1000 years has passed, the new World Tree is now reborn. Eve Yggdrasil, the Mother of Nature, the Goddess of Life, the Great Ruler of Elves, armed with the ability to connect to the Internet on the blue planet. He (yes, He) now must rely on players from the blue planet to help his goal of reviving the past glory of the elves and the World Tree.

This world became a playground for various other worlds. Every living creature was digitized and awaited the endless slaughter and torture of the players from other worlds. Yi Zheng, who had become a mob rabbit in the Beginner's Village, decided to lead a group of rabbits. They sprinted across the grasslands, did crunches, bench-presses, rowing, and swimming etc. A year later, when the players descended, they saw more than just a group of small monsters. They saw an army of terrifying, demonic, muscular rabbits! The Rabbit King sitting on the throne high above waved a carrot as he threatened, “From this day forth, don’t even think of leaving Beginner's Village!”

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as soon as he closed the rift. When he came to his senses, he was lying in a garbage dump. Starving, he was drawn like a zombie is to blood to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future. In this era, disaster alerts notify people of rift openings in advance, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons were trending, and idle hunters livestream unboxings of A-rank longswords. Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future was surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things had turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at the hangover soup restaurant, rather than being a hunter? “That’s strange.” “…” “Have we met somewhere before?” Cha Eui-jae’s plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious, gas-masked individual… DISCLAIMER: The story isn't mine

In The Online Cricketer, Nitish, a 28-year-old unemployed cricket fanatic from the dusty streets of Kurnool, Andhra Pradesh, trades his lethargic days for a shot at rewriting cricket history in the Premier Cricket League (PCL) 2025. Once a small-town dreamer who ditched odd jobs faster than he could count, Nitish now spends his time glued to cricket reruns, crunching stats, and firing off brash takes on Twitter from his family’s cramped, sunbaked home. His life flips upside down in February 2025 when Preeti Zindal, the fierce owner of the Northern Lions—a PCL team stuck in a rut—stumbles across his tweet: “Northern Lions could rule PCL 2025 if they ditch the safe playbook for chaos.” Drawn to his raw, unfiltered brilliance, Preeti yanks him from obscurity, appointing him chief analyst just 30 days before the season begins. When her seasoned analysts, Rohan Sethi and Ananya Vohra, storm off to rival teams—the Mumbai Monarchs and Chennai Champions—Preeti doubles down, naming Nitish team manager. Armed with a laptop, a love for the game, and zero formal experience, Nitish shakes up the Northern Lions with a bold, youth-centric strategy that swaps tradition for unpredictability. The PCL erupts on March 22, 2025, and Nitish’s “chaos theory” delivers a stunning first win against the Gujarat Gladiators, thrusting him into the spotlight. But the path is rocky: a loss to Ananya’s Chennai Champions reveals cracks, while Rohan’s Mumbai Monarchs plot revenge. Facing skeptical players, relentless media, and his own Kurnool-bred insecurities, Nitish leans on Preeti’s faith to refine his game plan. From Kurnool’s offline fringes to the PCL’s electric arenas, Nitish’s journey unfolds across a season of wild highs and brutal lows. His small-town grit and offline instincts—honed far from cricket’s elite circles—fuel the Northern Lions’ transformation into playoff contenders. In a climactic showdown, Nitish pits his unconventional genius against the league’s giants, proving that a slacker from Andhra can turn chaos into triumph. The Online Cricketer is a gritty, heartfelt underdog saga, blending cricket’s pulse with the rise of a man who never played the game Offline but mastered it Online.

"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.

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

The Hunter's Gonna Lay Low Hunter Cha Euijae, yang ditugaskan untuk menutup celah yang muncul di Laut Barat, terlempar keluar segera setelah ia menutup celah tersebut. Ketika ia sadar kembali, ia terbaring di tempat pembuangan sampah. Dalam keadaan kelaparan, ia tertarik seperti zombie yang haus darah ke sebuah restoran sup penghilang mabuk, di mana ia menyadari bahwa ia telah jatuh ke Korea Selatan, delapan tahun di masa depan. Di era ini, peringatan bencana memberi tahu orang-orang tentang pembukaan celah sebelumnya, video ASMR slime yang dikumpulkan dari ruang bawah tanah sedang tren, dan para hunter yang menganggur melakukan siaran langsung unboxing pedang panjang A-rank. Tidak seperti masa lalu, di mana orang-orang gemetar ketakutan akan kiamat yang akan datang, masa depan secara mengejutkan damai, membuat Cha Euijae merasa hampa. Karena semuanya telah berubah seperti ini, mengapa tidak memulai babak kedua kehidupan sebagai pekerja paruh waktu di restoran sup penghilang mabuk, daripada menjadi seorang hunter? "Aneh sekali." "....." "Apakah kita pernah bertemu sebelumnya?" Rencana Cha Euijae untuk menghabiskan sisa hari-harinya dengan tenang sebagai satu-satunya pekerja paruh waktu di restoran sup penghilang mabuk yang sudah berusia puluhan tahun menjadi kacau ketika ia bertemu dengan seorang individu misterius bermasker gas...

El cazador Cha Eui-jae, que fue enviado a sellar una grieta que apareció sobre el Mar del Oeste, fue arrojado al vacío tan pronto como cerró la grieta. Cuando recobró el sentido, estaba tirado en un basurero. Hambriento, fue atraído como un zombi a la sangre hacia un restaurante de sopa de resaca, donde se dio cuenta de que había caído en Corea del Sur, ocho años en el futuro. En esta era, las alertas de desastre notificaban a las personas sobre la apertura de grietas con anticipación, los videos ASMR de slimes recolectados de mazmorras eran tendencia y los cazadores ociosos transmiten en vivo unboxing de espadas largas de rango A. A diferencia del pasado, donde la gente temblaba de miedo a un apocalipsis inminente, el futuro era sorprendentemente pacífico, lo que dejó a Cha Eui-jae con una sensación de vacío. Dado que las cosas habían resultado así, ¿por qué no comenzar un segundo capítulo de la vida como trabajador a tiempo parcial en el restaurante de sopa de resaca, en lugar de ser un cazador? —Esto es extraño. —… —¿Nos hemos visto antes en algún lugar? El plan de Cha Eui-jae de pasar tranquilamente sus últimos días como el único trabajador a tiempo parcial en el restaurante de sopas para resacas que lleva décadas en funcionamiento fracasa cuando se encuentra con un misterioso individuo con máscara de gas…

In a world where video games served as a refuge from reality, a young man named Shiro found himself stuck in the monotonous grind of joblessness and academic stagnation after dropping out of college. His days were consumed by endless hours of virtual escapism, seeking solace in digital realms where he could be someone else, someone with purpose and excitement. One fateful night, Shiro decided to take a break from his virtual routine and venture outside, drawn by the serene allure of the moonlit sky. The streets were eerily deserted, devoid of any signs of life, as if the world itself had decided to retreat to slumber. As he strolled, lost in his thoughts, an unexpected and terrifying event unfolded before him. Out of nowhere, a pair of truck headlights, glowing like two malevolent eyes, emerged from the shadows, racing towards him with malicious intent. Panic gripped Shiro's heart, rendering him motionless, as he was unable to escape the impending collision. The screech of tires and the deafening crunch of metal engulfed the silent night, signifying the abrupt end to Shiro's unremarkable life. In that moment of despair, as he faced the cold embrace of death, Shiro's consciousness began to waver, teetering on the brink of oblivion. However, just when he accepted his inevitable fate, a strange and mysterious voice echoed in the depths of his mind, resonating with an otherworldly cadence. -- System is now online. -- The words reverberated through Shiro's soul, awakening a newfound awareness within him. As he reluctantly opened his eyes, a breathtaking sight greeted him. Gone were the familiar surroundings of his mundane world; instead, he found himself transformed into a truck, lying in a vast, verdant grass field, bathed in the gentle glow of a foreign moon. Startled and bewildered by his unexpected resurrection as a mechanical behemoth, Shiro struggled to come to terms with his new existence. The voice in his mind, now identified as the "System," offered cryptic explanations about his reincarnation and the role he was destined to play in this uncharted realm. With the System granting him abilities and a mission to fulfill, Shiro embraced his peculiar form and set forth on a journey of self-discovery and adventure. As he navigated through this enchanting but treacherous world, he encountered a diverse array of beings – mystical creatures, enigmatic spirits, and formidable adversaries. Each encounter offered valuable lessons, forging him into a wiser and more resilient individual. Guided by the enigmatic System and fueled by his insatiable curiosity, Shiro unraveled the secrets of the world's ancient past and its precarious future. Along the way, he formed deep connections with fellow adventurers, all hailing from different corners of the realm, each carrying their own burdens and dreams. However, his path was fraught with challenges and heart-wrenching choices, testing his morality and resolve. The allure of power beckoned, but Shiro remained steadfast in his quest for purpose beyond mere strength. As he made difficult decisions, he realized the true essence of heroism: not the wielding of power, but the strength to protect those he cared for, even at the cost of personal sacrifice. Through trials and tribulations, Shiro discovered that his reincarnation as a truck was no mere accident. It was a catalyst for change, a chance to rewrite the narrative of his life and create a legacy that would ripple through the ages. In a stunning climax, where courage clashed with adversity and hope wrestled against despair, Shiro stood firm, determined to leave an indelible mark on this extraordinary tapestry of existence. His journey had come full circle, from being a jobless, unremarkable college dropout to a legendary figure whose name would be whispered in awe and reverence for generations to come.

Elliot Hargrove is perfectly average. He lives in a tiny apartment, crunches numbers at his day job, and spends his evenings debating whether pineapple belongs on pizza. But his ordinary life is turned upside down when a mysterious stranger arrives with jaw-dropping news: Elliot is the long-lost heir to a European kingdom he never knew existed. Suddenly, he's grappling with royal responsibilities, an endless parade of palace etiquette, and the mounting pressure to save a kingdom on the verge of collapse. Enter Sophia Ruiz: a fiercely independent barista who runs her own coffee shop and has a not-so-secret grudge against the wealthy. After years of watching her community struggle under corporate greed, she’s convinced that rich people are the worst. When Elliot stumbles into her café, awkwardly charming and clueless about the price of a latte, Sophia assumes he’s just another clueless city guy. What starts as a series of hilarious misunderstandings blossoms into an unexpected romance. But Elliot has a secret one that could shatter everything they’ve built together. As his double life becomes harder to hide, and the weight of his royal destiny grows heavier, Elliot must decide: will he risk it all for love, or lose Sophia forever? Full of laugh-out-loud moments, heartfelt revelations, and a romance that will sweep you off your feet, My Habibi Crown & Common Ground is a feel good romantic comedy about finding love in the most unexpected places and proving that the heart is mightier than the crown.

Clyde is a 27-seven-year-old unemployed drug addict who's given up on life. No, life gave up on him as did his friends and family, and with a cancer-ridden body, he barely convinces himself to not commit suicide but he slips and falls to his death anyway thanks to his bleeding dick. He wakes up in a cave in a much younger body and rejoices only to be eaten alive by slimes. Yet at the very last second, he crunches on a slime core, killing the thing killing him. And though he dies, he awakens something. The slime system. But can he awaken the mega slime system and destroy the world? [Would also Release this on RR And SH]

The De Luca empire What would you do if you had both the power and wealth to make everyone who ever made you life miserable, unbearable and of course hell pay. Well that's what Clara De Luca had in all aspects, she was the only child of the De Luca family and also known to be the most powerful Mafia family, Clara did everything to attain the respect and power she had, but she was lonely at some point and she felt nothing, until she met Luna la rose the Little girl whose smile could make Clara feel warm inside even when she thought she was dead inside. But it's the Mafia she feared to bring Luna into such a world, but all that was the least of her problems for she just found out she has a brother a brother who didn't even know her. whose name is Salvatore Esposito but actually Salvatore De Luca. Salvatore on the other hand is not aware of this and he lives he's day to day life normal helping his sick mother who's diagnosed with cancer and a father he never knew, but that doesn't stop him, He would do anything in he is power to make his mother fine and make her happy. Everything was going well for him until he found his girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend and she broke up with him right there. "Sarah why did you do this" Salvatore said to Sarah while holding the pizza he came to deliver, to his best friend's house now finding his girlfriend with a towel on. "What do you mean why" Sarah said acting confused. "You are freaking poor and he's not, just fucking accept this, I was trying to send you the message but this is way better" Sarah said while holding Lukas the best friend of Salvatore. "Dude you we're my Fucking friend and you did this" Salvatore yelled in rage. "Dude first rule of being friends with me, never trust anyone not even me" Lukas said and shut the door right in Salvatore's face. Salvatore was left heart broken but that wasn't over he got a call his mother was admitted to the hospital and now in a critical state. "Doc, please tell me my mom can be saved at least" Salvatore said while begging the doctor. "We have told you already son, the money is urgent if not your mother dies" The Doctor said and left. Now Salvatore was left heart broken on what to do. First his girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend and now he's mother he's only family might die. "What I'm I gonna do now" Salvatore said while crunching down. "How about you get up and take your right full place at the De Luca empire" A woman said and Salvatore looked to see who it was. It was someone he had never seen before. "Hello Salvatore Esposito or should I say Salvatore De Luca, time to rule your empire" The woman said and Salvatore looked confused. "What's up big bro time to get to work" Clara De Luca said *10 years later* "Sir we are leading now, do you have your reasons for leaving Italy and coming to New York" Alexander asked. "Yes, I just have to meet some old friends" Salvatore said while holding his Liquor and looking by the side of his private jet. "Look out Lukas Wayne there's an old friend coming and Sarah you are not excluded everyone whoever hurt me, I'm back and I'm gonna show you the real side of a De Luca" Salvatore said in his mind and smiled. "I'm gonna enjoy my stay in New York" Salvatore said "And I'm going to enjoy hurting those who hurt my brother" Clara said smirking devilishly. "Clara who are gonna kill me if u keep up with ur thrust" Luna said almost put of breath. Clara paid no heed to Luna words and kept thrusting till Luna passed out. Luna fell asleep in Clara's arms and Clara smiled. "Only I can make u feel like the woman u deserve, and if anyone dares touches u I just have to get rid of them" Clara smiled in a sinister way, which made Luna get shivers. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE WORDS AND CONTENT GL AND BL INCLUDED MAFIA LOVE AND BLOODLUST ENJOY

Updates every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. ~~~~~ Heh, 7 deadly sins? More like 7 lively virtues. ~~~~~ *Buzz* Red Alert- An AI has gone out of control, everyone is requested to stay at home -*Crunch* "Surprise Muthafuka" ~~~~~ *Glug* *Glug* 'Where am I? I think, this is netherworld? Water everywhere, so I fell directly into the yellow springs.' "You're awake uncle Zen?" 'Huh? This voice....prince Tian? Wait, did young master accompany me to the netherworld! How!? Who killed him inside the imperial palace!' "Guess you are awake..." "This lowly slave greets your highness!" "Wait, my voice?" "En. Now then, before you ask anything, I have a question for you uncle." "Please ask right away!" "You were completely loyal to my mother and even died for her cause without blinking an eye, so... can you swear your loyalty to me now?" "Your servant was always loyal to you when he was alive, and he will even be loyal to you in the netherworld!" "Netherworld? Pfff hahahahaha!! *Ahem* Well, that's that, but you won't have to serve me in the netherworld." "Ahh? Then how shall I serve you after death?" "No No uncle Zen... you are a bit out of line." "YOU SHALL SERVE ME IN DEATH!" ~~~~~ "Old man Zen, fancy seeing you here." "Huh...Zhu, it's you? you also kicked bucket?" "Haha, talk for yourself, I knew you would serve in death too!" "Well, are you ready for the upcoming war?" "His Majesty protects! For a god like our lord, I shall lay down my life once more!" ~~~~~ "Weapons!" "CHECKED!!" "Emperor!" "PRAISED!!!!" "For Battle!" "READY!!" "Morale!" "STEADY!!" "Tomorrow we fight! For the Emperor!!!!" "FOR THE EMPEROR!!!!!!"

Hey! I am Jorge... No Alex. In my past life, I was a YouTuber but died at the hands of an extreme feminist because I said something about women. Ahem! Anyways, I was reincarnated in a world of magic and sword as the youngest son of the king of the Alexia empire and my mother is a former servant. Why does my story sound like a main character story? Fuck! Main Character. I am going to live my life peacefully, unlike those brain-dead bastards. But I didn't know what was going to happen in the future. Because of me being talentless, I and my mother were sent to the Ront region. This city was in the worst condition. There were corrupt officers and so I had to step up and help the city's citizens. Not for them but for myself. But I didn't know they would send someone to assassinate me. Crunch-Crunch This was the time I regret not practising. Stab The assassination was a success. "Fuck This life!" At the last moment of my life, I pleaded to god to reincarnate me to a peaceful world. But I didn't know the necklace I accidentally found would be a cheat. ... Howdy readers, English is not my first language, so expect some grammatical mistakes. Anyways, have a good day. .... The cover is mine. Made by ai

Henry an intelligent and former professional fighter was left abandoned and betrayed to die. He awakens in his next life with a unique power in this world of magical nature. Will he be beaten down by this world and its residents or will it be him who they will come to fear. --------------------------------------- Hi everyone, thank you for taking time out of your busy day and reading my story. I began writing because I simply couldn't find stories similar to what I wrote and for those that are written, I have already read them. Or they go on indefinite Hiatus and then I feel empty inside. What to expect? -Strong Mc to even more OP MC -MC is Cold and Cunning / If he does something out of good will, it is because it will benefit him. -MC is Non-Human -Side characters that each serve their purpose / and aren't just forgotten. -Slow paced build up and a few time skips but small jump skips. -Decent World building is a must -No Harem/ but some small romance -Kingdom building -System/ but won't focus too much on crunching numbers. It will be kept at reasonable numbers. -1 chapter a day keeps the reader at bay. -Each chapter is 1,300 to 1,700 words. Hope you guys enjoy my story, honestly any feedback would be nice so I may improve the story. I'm flying blind here so far. Have a nice day! :D

A newborn Vampiric demon otherwise destined for death in the horrid realms of her home, Reais, finds suffering in human hands instead. Named Lavinia, she searches her home and the realms inbetween, uncovering their secrets as her ignorance blossoms into shrewd certainty. She will have to murder the last human slaving her, Henry Vanavil, the Soul Reaver. Expect; - Dungeons, apocalypse, and other hellish settings - Monster hunting(won't be a main thing until later chapters) - A simple LitRPG system that enhances the story without overwhelming you with number crunching. - A bit of murderhobo-ing - Dumb to smort/ Weak to over-powered - Number of questionable moments

Amongst the thousands of games in the world, "Pure Resonance" holds the title of the most owned and played game in the world. Selling more than 200 million copies worldwide, Pure Resonance stands on top of the gaming industry with its next-to-real graphics and likeliness to the real world. From the gaming hardware designed personally for the game to the device needed to play. Making the game a VRMMO than just any other MMO made a drastic change in the age in its genre, and in gaming as well. The theme and setting of the most stunning game had a variety of options to choose from as it was a crossbreed of a Fantasy and Sci-fi world. Swords, guns, magic, and other various types of weaponry were accessible within the game, but the main focus that brought attention was the idea of the pro league tournaments and skills that every player could learn from training and enduring for hours crunched within the game. Tournaments could be held, or made, for anything, or at any place. The idea of tournaments ignited the idea for nations to choose representatives to represent their country within the global tournaments, "Arena of Champions", which had a tremendous grand prize for the victor. The winner of the tournament received a title, a trophy, and a payment of billions in one's national currency. The prize money alone grabbed attention and ignited the "Gamer Revolution" that made people play the game even more for the idea of winning a lifetime achievement. Three years since the game launched there had been countless winners to the global tournament, and amongst the winners was one of the world's highest-ranked players who had grabbed more than three-quarters of victories within all tournaments. They hold the title of being undefeated with their name making them anonymous to the identity behind their avatar. They kept their appearance and name hidden from the world with their name branded on everything as "Jinx".

You can read but please don't use it, unless if you want to collabs with me. Roleplay Audio/ASMR F4M = Romance, GFE, Etc F4A = Fantasy, Horror, Etc (no romance) F4F = Best friend, comfort, Etc (not romance) I'm a girl and I'm not queer so I do romance only for Male.

Claire lives in a world where dragons, werewolves, vampires and other supernatural beings treat humans as meat and toys. All she wants to do is live a simple life away from anything that goes bump in the night. She does well, until the Dragon King sniffs her out, along with his werewolf mate. How will Claire adjust to the terrifying new turn her life has taken? *Trigger Warning* This story is much darker than my others. There are themes of abuse and suicidal ideation. Please consider this before reading. ________________________________________ "She smells good, doesn't she Bennett?" The deep timber of the man's voice rings out through the still night and my body shivers in fear and disgust. Suddenly another man is at my side, twining his fingers through my hair. I can't see either of them clearly in the dark. The man, Bennett apparently, leans down close to me and takes in a large lungful of my scent as well. My knees begin to shake in terror and a low growl rumbles from his chest. "She does smell good. She's pretty too." He says, pecking a kiss to my cheek. My face crunches in despair as I try to pull from their hold. "Let me go." I beg and the first man chuckles. "Awe. The little human is nervous." He says, amusement evident in his voice. A sob breaks from my lips as I try to pull my arm from his grasp. "You're hurting me." I say, tugging my arm again. "Let her go, Rowan." Bennett says, making the larger man grunt. "Don't get attached to her. You know what happened to the last one.".

"Bye guys." I said as I walked out of school I had been having trouble with chemistry class so Mrs. Hill suggested that I started going to the after school study groups. The only problem is the group finishes at 8:30. I opened the door and the cold December air whipped my hair in my face. I started walking from Hunters Hollow high to my house. I took the woods since it was quicker than the sidewalk. I walked into the woods. The snow crunched beneath my winter boots as I made my way closer to home. I thought I heard another pair of footsteps following behind me. I kept going thinking my mind was playing tricks on me. I kept hearing it, finally giving in I looked around. I took my backpack off my back and go my phone out and turned on my flash light. I picked my backpack up and slung it back on my shoulder. "Hey, who's there?" I called out *** Read and find out what happens to Adena and the rest of the characters.

Wu is sent to the Male Concubine Selection. Wu is blessed by the spirits and has golden red beady eyes. He is favored by The Empress Jia and is in rivalry in the harem. There is big competition for the throne of the Emperor, since there were no sons born into the family because of the curse. Will Wu become the Emperor? Will Empress Jia have his child? What rivalries will Wu overcome? Read to find out!

WATAK ❤️CINTA PANDANGAN PERTAMAKU : ❤️MELISSA (MEL) ❤️ CRUNCH (ADAM) ❤️ANIS (NIS) ❤️NISA ❤️ASMA

Zamia gave her everything for the crown She excelled both in arts and science, too many from which she could chose but a childish dream was all to make her throw them away. Her beauty was extraordinary, her talents would take too many days to count for yet when she got the crown there was no deafening applauds, no confetti, no media nothing but only the smell of damp leaves, splash of water from stream, fungus on rotting tree stumps, rustle of roosting birds, twigs snapping, curious sounds, eerie noises, whispering trees, ferns like green fountains and a crunch of dried bracken underneath. Still in her black gown and a crown on her head, she was stupefied, what handsome prince what assassin if you want it - take it, she just want to enjoy the taste of her fruits, SHE WANT HER WORK PAID OFF! "Now that you have restored my stone heart my heart solely beats for yours the deed you've done must be paid as my employee the payment is -'i'm yours' " What payment what work she clearly is still unemployed yet how come this boss suddenly dropped from the sky giving her the payment, its good she is employed now but why is this payment like a punishment to her..... TOO AMBIGUOUS Aah!

This is going to be an archive of the poems written by pickle and dill under various circumstances. They could vary in size depending on what we want to do. We may also independently publish poems on our own to get an edge on each other going forward with this Furthermore, there are plans to maybe publish short stories together under “unique” circumstances for fun. I hope you all enjoy.

An ASMR Script about a mysterious young man and a very cheery archivist. Set in a sci-fi setting with minor lore and emphasis on emotional interaction.

Standing before you is: The overseer and protector of darkness, The subverter and remolder of order, The creator and persecutor of bootlickers, The supreme actress and drama queen, the goddess of the night, the nightmare of gods and the gravedigger, The true ancestor of blood—Charlotte de Castel. Accompanied by madness, born from blood, hand in hand with curses, walking with destruction. This is a legend belonging to the bloodsuckers… [Transformation][Rare-bloodline][Lord][Kingdom-building][Behind-The-Scenes][Deification]