Sasuke Almost Kills Leaf Ninja

When ex-detective Liam Voss finds a journal hinting at his sister’s unsolved vanishing, he’s thrust into a nightmare of cryptic clues and carved words—each marking a life stolen by a ruthless secret society. Teaming with a rogue journalist, Liam races across the globe to unravel a conspiracy tied to an ancient entity that feeds on disappearances. But the closer he gets, the more his reality frays—nightmares bleed into daylight, allies turn to enemies, and the truth claws at his sanity. With the clock ticking to the thirteenth hour, Liam must face the ultimate question: save his sister or stop a god from rewriting the world? Dive into a pulse-pounding thriller where every word could be your last!

Earth, thousands of years after the apocalypse. A boy with amnesia woke up in the middle of the Dregs, the worst part of Crimson Fungus City. The boy grows up and manages to become strong enough to pass an exam for one of the most prestigious jobs in existence, a Zephyx Extractor, someone that can harvest the powers of Specters. Zephyx Extractors have the power to travel kilometers in seconds, read minds, and destroy mountains. In this oppressive world, they are the only ones who can change their destiny. Sadly, the boy had already gained a power from a Specter in the past, which made him ineligible for the position. His dream was dead. Or was it? Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/EfePH46Aru If my patreon gets more than 1000€ per month, I will increase the word count of my chapters! Join my Patreon: patreon.com/user?u=27791050

An Extra is a minor background character with little to no influence on the main story. Their purpose is to fill out scenes and represent the larger world in which the story takes place. Yet, One Extra defied its existence. One Extra destroyed the story. ******** Luke, an editor, was transmigrated into the story with one goal: "Kill The Extra."

She gave him loyalty, love and all of herself-only to be met with cold stares, broken promises and mixed signals. When she finally lets go, ready to walk away for good, he realizes that the one thing he's been searching for was standing beside him all along.

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

Fariha never believed in fate, but looking back, she wonders if destiny had been playing tricks on her all along. It all started in eighth grade, when a boy named Yunis transferred to her school. The whispers followed him—brilliant in science, a rising star. But Fariha wasn’t impressed. She had seen him before, every morning, waiting for his school bus in the same neighborhood. He was just another student… or so she thought. Until everything started changing. Her once unshakable friendship with Jiya began to crack, leaving her wondering if she ever truly knew her best friend. A new English teacher arrived—Mr. Rashid—who seemed to despise her for no reason, targeting her with punishments that made her question her own worth. Her rank, once secure, began to slip, and Jiya, once her greatest supporter, now stood on the other side. And then there was Yunis. Always near, yet always distant. Silent, but observant. A boy who defied punishments and walked out of class without a second thought. A boy who, for reasons she couldn't understand, seemed to be at the center of everything. With friendships fading, rivalries growing, and secrets lurking beneath the surface, Fariha finds herself tangled in a web of almosts—almost friends, almost rivals, almost something more. But in a world where nothing is as it seems, will she uncover the truth before she loses herself completely?

Along time ago there were scientist working on a project when everything failed its created A huge explosion everyone almost died some of the scientist or people died from the explosion there are some survivors in Japan

La historia esta basada en un ninja inmorta que ahora en la actualidad ya no son necesario los ninjas y se oculta pero algo sorprendente pasa en su vida....

In a world taken over by darkness, a blue moon hangs in the sky, in the night vicious calamites roam the earth in search of victims to feast on. Luca a hardworking but untalented magician tries his utmost to find peace in this world of suffering through slaughter. Will his unrelenting thirst for slaughter lead him astray and insane or grant him the peace he's been seeking ever since that fateful day in his childhood?

When we defeat the gods, we are just pawns

Since Webnovel can't recognize mount tai, I've deleted all the chapters, Sept from chapter 1, and moved to royal road. So long.

- (Do you want to die?) - "YES!" But I didn't die! why? WHY! WHY... I can't see anyone, I can't see anything! where am I? all I see is white, white, white, WHITE! please... why should I suffer more than I already did...

The 7th day of the 7th month in the 777th year of the Eternal Era calendar, the Azure Leaf Sect was founded. ---------------- Coming from nothing a humble cultivator, Chen, always dreamt of founding a Sect. On the day he brokethrough into Foundation Establishment his preparations began, and after a long 10 years his goal was finally achieved.

Shuangwen+Invincible+Dedicated to the Son of Destiny+Acting Without Worries] Chen Wen fell into a deadly situation as soon as he crossed through, awakening his strongest physique Chaos Sequence Body with a backhand and, plus the Golden Finger Destiny Furnace. Are you the Holy Eucharist of Desolation, from the Tianming Emperor Clan? Jie Jie Jie, melt him for me! Are you a reincarnation from the First Emperor clan? Jie Jie Jie, I melted him down again! Are you the owner of the system, from the Araki family? Jie Jie Jie, come on, come on, it's all from me... No matter what power you come from, no matter what golden fingers you have, they must all become nourishment for me to become stronger. Compared to personal strength, I'm sorry, but Chen Wen is invincible. Compared to the background? That's even more embarrassing. My father's clan is the Tianming Emperor Clan, and my mother's clan is still the Tianming Emperor Clan. From this moment on, I, Chen Wen, will step by step reach the highest level!

In the war-torn world of Val, where nine ancient clans wield the elements of Qi — the life energy balanced by Yin and Yang — a hidden terror brews. The Void, an unrelenting force of corruption, creeps into reality through fractures, birthing monstrous Voidspawn and threatening to consume the world itself. At the center of this cosmic struggle is Shinji Mitsume, a prodigy of the Mitsume Clan — one of Val’s top three clans — known for their devastating Third Eye abilities. Shinji’s Ethereal Third Eye grants him a unique power: the ability to break down any technique, mutate its properties, and turn it against his enemies. But beneath his strength lies a secret — a fracture in his Third Eye, a curse from the Void King that links him to the very corruption his clan fights to destroy. This curse gnaws at him, slowly warping his abilities and threatening his mind. Alongside his older brother Junri Mitsume — a calm yet lethal warrior capable of creating clones, manipulating lightning, and phasing through matter — Shinji is drawn into a spiraling conflict that extends far beyond his own curse. The Mitsume brothers fight not only to survive but to uphold their clan’s legacy and prevent the Void from overtaking their world.

Alex Wright was born into a situation that would make anyone jealous of him, the child of two of the strongest superheroes in the world. Alex was lucky to have inherited both of his parent's powers, which made him an anomaly. People wanted to use him to get to his parents or wanted to be him. After tragedy strikes Alex changes, follow him on his journey to become something great and live up to the expectations or to create chaos for the sake of chaos. ---- This is my first time writing anything, so if you find something I can improve on let me know.

He chuckled. “What’s with the face?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it. “Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile. Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him. Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest. “This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.” A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

After a sorrowful heart break with her boyfriend of 6 years , Tiffany vows to never give her heart out again to men ... But this time it is not a man who wants her heart, it is the top player in the game of love , Chloe, Beverly Hills finest maiden . Will Tiffany let herself love again ?. Find out in 'To kill a bird'

one has to be skilled in any activity to servive.This sentence is explaining the importance of skill deveelopment.But when we come to know about the activity in which the person is skilled so many questions are arising .let us continue to get the answers

I remember whispering those words, my voice swallowed by the wind as I gazed at him from afar—the boy who once promised me forever. “I’ll find you when we grow up. I’ll search the world just to be with you again.” He had said it with such certainty, as if the universe itself had written our fate in the stars. I held onto that promise like a lifeline. But time has a cruel way of unraveling even the strongest of vows. I waited. And waited. And waited. But he never came back. When I finally searched for him, desperate to fill the aching void he left behind, I found him—smiling, holding someone else’s hand, walking beside her like she was his world. I became nothing more than a stranger to him, a forgotten chapter in his story. Yet, in that single moment, my heart shattered as if I had been foolish enough to believe love could defy time. “I searched and found you,” he murmured, standing before me once more, his gaze unreadable. But fate is unkind. I had spent years chasing a shadow, drowning in an ocean of longing, only to reach the shore and realize he had already built a home without me. “I loved you… Goodbye.” I turned away, but he caught my wrist, his grip trembling. “Please,” he pleaded, “this time might be ours.” Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I pulled away. I had spent too long waiting for him to return, only to find that love had never truly been mine to keep. “I still love you,” I whispered to the wind. “And I’m glad that, for a moment, you knew.” That night, I lay in bed, feeling both relieved and empty, my heart a battlefield of memories and unfulfilled dreams. Years passed. I grew older. I lived, I breathed, but I remained alone. And one day, as sleep embraced me like an old friend, I wondered—would my heart ever stop searching for him? Or would someone finally find me and lead me toward a destiny where love no longer meant waiting in vain?