Madfit Stretching

Kian has spent his life in the shadows of Eldrinth, a city of gold and filth where the rich feast in gilded halls while the poor starve in the gutters. An orphan with no name worth remembering, he has survived by being quick, clever, and invisible. But Kian is not like other beggars. He has always sensed things others could not—the way the wind whispers secrets, the way shadows stretch toward him, the way locks open at his touch without a key. He dismissed it as luck. Until the night he was cornered by the city guards, and power erupted from within him—hurling men aside with a force that should not exist. Magic is forbidden in Eldrinth. The Godmarked, those born with unnatural gifts, are hunted and erased from history. Now, the King’s Magi have heard the whispers of a boy who should not exist, and they will not rest until he is found. With the kingdom’s most ruthless hunters on his trail, Kian must decide: keep running, or fight for the power that was never meant to be his? Because deep in the heart of Eldrinth, beyond the reach of kings and priests, an ancient power stirs. And it is waiting for him.

Stranded. Adrift, in this godforsaken land—where the sky stretches too wide, the earth feels too foreign, and the moon above is a quiet witness to your solitude. Vast emerald forests stretch beyond the horizon, endless oceans whisper secrets to the wind, and mighty empires rise and fall in splendor, power, and ruin. Even magic—fleeting, elusive, a mere glimmer in the dark—still lingers. Just enough to tempt the desperate and the dreamers alike. This world calls to you, sings sweet promises, lures you in—until you’re ensnared, bound, lost to it forever. It is beautiful. Breathtaking. And yet, it grinds you down. Bit by bit, like the tide wears away stone. For in this world, no matter how far you run, no matter how far you wander—the road ahead is always paved with violence. There is no mercy. No escape. Only the slow, inevitable descent.

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."

The continent of Terrazir stretch across an endless sea of rolling hills, towering mountains, and vast prairies, where the history of clans and kingdoms is woven together with the blood of the innocent and the cries of the victors. At the heart of this vast territory lies the kingdom of Zhailon, a kingdom of grand structures and homeland of the strongest warriors. To many, it is an honor to belong to such a place, a symbol of strength, ambition, and power. For Aiden, however, it is nothing more than a graveyard of everything he once lost. The past does not disappear. ----------------------------------------------- Right now updates are scheduled for monday with no specific hour.

After ten thousand years of shaping universes and watching stars die, Wei Ying became hollow. Standing beyond the Nine Heavens themselves, wielding power that made even the Heavenly Dao bow before his will, Wei Ying found eternity stretching before him like an endless void. Each day became indistinguishable from the last millennium. What use was absolute power when nothing remained to challenge him? What meaning could immortality hold when every experience blended into the endless tapestry of existence? So he made a decision no immortal had dared attempt—he sealed his cosmic powers and descended to the Azure Sky Continent as Wei Yun, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator in the humblest sect on the mountain. He sought simplicity. Limitation. The forgotten taste of struggle. What he found instead was a conspiracy spanning realms. When void manifestations begin tearing through reality, Wei Yun discovers his own theoretical work from millennia ago being implemented by forces that shouldn't possess such knowledge. As he navigates sect politics while carefully concealing his true nature, he forms unexpected connections with mortals whose brief, brilliant lives remind him what it means to exist with purpose—Jin Ling, the brilliant alchemist who sees too much; Elder Mei, whose wisdom defies her mortal limitations; even Young Master Cai, whose arrogance masks deeper pain. But as he investigates the escalating void incursions, a voice from between worlds speaks his true name—"Wei Ying"—and he must confront a terrifying possibility: Was his journey to mortality truly his choice, or is he merely a piece in a cosmic game orchestrated by beings who manipulated even him? With each void manifestation forming a pattern that threatens all of existence, Wei Yun finds himself drawn into a conflict spanning dimensions. As he balances preserving his cover with preventing catastrophe, he's forced to question everything he believed about power, connection, and the true meaning of immortality. Perhaps the greatest discovery isn't what lies beyond the veil of mortality, but what exists within it.

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

A girl awakens in a vast meadow of violet flowers, a crystal lake stretching endlessly before her. She does not know her name. She does not know why she is here. Memories elude her, slipping through her grasp like water. Yet something lingers—an echo of something lost, something buried. When a chance encounter pulls her into a world brimming with power, deception, and whispers of an unraveling fate, she must confront the one truth she cannot escape: Some things are forgotten for a reason. But in a world where the past refuses to stay buried, how long before it comes for her? Author here: Starting from 2/25/25, I have been updating all the chapters. I recommend that readers who have already read them take the time to reread everything :) UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY.

The red earth stretched far into the horizon. Corpses lay in a pile. Amongst those corpses.....I lay there. Still, Silent, Unmoving. Within the pile of corpses something moved. Climbing through the pile of bodies.

"In Qiyuan, kissing is an act of mutual surrender. To ask for a kiss is to ask someone to be yours, while offering yourself in return. On that note, making love is a common practice and is regarded as deeply romantic." —Book 1 of Romances in Qiyuan— Haruki had no memories prior to his awakening. With only his black katana and his name to ground him in an identity, he lived through every encounter on pure instinct and a great deal of luck. But it wasn't until he locked eyes with Lanling, those sky-blue orbs gazing at him with the stillness of a lake, that he believed his luck had finally peaked. Shamelessly, he integrated into General Lanling Cheng's army, finding the man even more pleasing to his eyes the longer he watched over him. But as Haruki learned more about his new idol, he began to realize just how deep their connection ran, how precious the memories stolen from him were, and how deeply he loved this man. No matter how many times his mind was wiped clean, his feelings seemed to cross beyond the boundaries of memory, for he had long branded the image and name of Lanling Cheng into the very depths of his soul. He could only hope for a day when the curse that plagued them—this curse that relentlessly tested their love—would finally be shattered, and they could live on with their lives in peace. ~#~#~#~#~#~ [Volumes Synopsis] —Volume 1 [1-50] Amidst the war between the Silver Dragons and the Black Pythons, familiar faces and voices seemed to emerge from nowhere, as though fate itself were playing a cruel game, tugging relentlessly at Haruki’s mind—almost desperate to make him remember his past. But to Haruki, the most important thing was meeting and shamelessly flirting with the general, so he couldn’t care less. Besides, Lanling had told him not to remember, and who was he to disobey his future wife? —Volume 2 [51-145] Haruki and his friends find themselves in a typical isekai setting! At least, that's what Haruki originally thought. But soon, he realized the waters in the palace ran deep, and his connection to whatever schemes were brewing here stretched all the way back to before he even came to... Earth? So, he's a local? Oh, and there’s that Lanling Cheng… Haruki: ...God, why is he so hot? —Volume 3 [146~300] Lanling lost his best friend… his boyfriend… his fated lover. And the loneliness brought by the sudden emptiness gripped his heart every day, almost driving him mad, scorching anyone who dared touch his reverse scale. But just as he gave up dodging the oncoming claws of a chimera, the wind swept him away—into a familiar embrace. Haruki had come back. With a new identity, a new family, and a new… fiancé?! Lanling was in tatters. How had his boyfriend become someone else’s fiancé?? Determined to win him back, he appoints Haruki as his knight, keeps him by his side at all times, and climbs into his bed at night… ~#~#~#~#~#~ —2 chs/day [12PM GMT-6] or [2AM GMT+8] [M]—Mature Content Server: https://discord.gg/cMqPN7WVbf Art: @minttea5 Best Unca Consultant: Zeriq Haruk [for worldbuilding]

Born into a lower middle class family, Ace Lander grew up being told there was a simple formula for success: get an education, graduate, and work hard to build a prosperous future. But that formula failed him during the final stretch of his senior year when a local gang targeted him, putting everything he had and was building towards at risk. Trapped and desperate, Ace felt his life spiraling out of control—until Ria Hart, a fellow classmate, discovering Ace's innate aptitude to become a Curse Master, a being capable of wielding curse energy and abilities but haunted by Curselings, took pity and introduced him to the secret world hidden beneath the mundane surface of their world, the World of Curses. Awakening as a Curse Master, Ace discovers he possesses an extraordinary innate curse tool: the Cursed Toybox. This tool comes with a unique class, Toymancer, granting Ace powers unlike any curse master the world has seen before. The Cursed Toybox allows him to animate and actualize toys, transforming them into powerful, living beings bound to his will. From overpowered heroes to legendary gods, any toy that falls into Ace's Cursed Toybox springs to life with powers beyond one's imagination but bound to him in eternal servitude. Armed with his Toy Summons, Ace must navigate the perilous world of curses, protect his loved ones, and reclaim control of his destiny before the gang—and the darkness of the hidden world—consume him entirely. [ — Status Screen — > Your Cursed Toybox is animating the doll 'Silicone Sailor Stella' as a toy summons… > Your Cursed Toybox has animated the doll 'Silicone Sailor Stella.' > Toy summon 'Silicone Sailor Stella' added to your toy space. > Toymancer can now summon Sailor Stella. Summoning Toy Summons... Name: Stella Race: Curse Tool Class: Toy summon Title: Silicone Sailor Durability: (100/100) Enchantment: 1-Star Individuality: (100/100) Curse Energy Consumption: 5 units per hour Skills: Toy Actualization, Seamanship, Armed Security, Adult Gratification. Toy Actualization: Bring Toy Summons' original character design and skills to existence when they are animated based on their individuality stats. Addition Effect: Toy Physiology. Seamanship: Expertise in navigation, sailing, and ship handling alongside wilderness survival, first aid, and emergency procedures. Armed Security: Proficiency in the use of small arms and other naval weaponry with training in close quarters combat, surveillance, and counterintelligence. Adult Gratification: Creatively addressing emotional, mental, and physical needs of Toymancer till gratification.] "Cursed armies, Curselings, and Curse slaves are nothing—I've got a Toy legion of overpowered action figures and unrealistically beautiful silicone goddess." ~Toymancer Join the saga of the Toymancer's rise to become the Strongest Curse Master.

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

The Earth had been swallowed. Absorbed by the new world, an infinite ocean dotted with continents stretching as far as the eye could see. Humanity found itself thrust into this place, left to fend for itself in hostile lands teeming with creatures and civilizations from multiple origins, ripped from their own realities. Where the Earth once stood, another world took its place. Then another. And another. The cycle had begun. Each conquered world was duplicated, absorbed in turn, fueling the inexorable expansion of this endless domain. An unknown force wove this network of universes, engulfing everything in its path. Ages passed. What remained of humanity? Feared remnants. Captured by the Tower of Chaos, which had risen without warning. On the continent of Winet, the first earth to have been absorbed, the landscape had transformed. Once dominated by humans, only one thing remained of their reign: the Tower, immense and menacing. It had taken the strongest. Those who had not fallen under its yoke were now a scattered group, too insignificant to weigh in on history. To the new inhabitants of Winet, they had become rare creatures, objects of desire and fascination. Symbols of wealth and power, they were held captive, weakened, carefully studied to prevent the awakening of their potential. And it’s in this delightful chaos that I, Mana, find myself working. Enslaved by beings even more terrifying than myself, I’m condemned to watch the world descend into carnage, to dig through past ages for stories worth telling. Really, what a mess.

According to myths, two people were connected by the red thread of fate. They were destined to meet regardless of time, place and circumstances. They say the Gods tied an invisible red string around the little finger of those who were soulmates and will one day marry each other. The thread may be stretched, twisted or knotted but it will never be broken. *********************************************** Death. A word that terrifies humans. The absence of life, an inevitable universal process that occurs in all living things. For Crystal Myers, his death was just around the corner. She was diagnosed with a congenital heart disease when she was a kid. Although her family was wealthy, the doctors said it cannot be cured even with surgery. Although she was a weird university graduate who had a doctorate degree in mythological studies and was obsessed with beliefs, legends, and unworldly beings, she just wanted to live her life to the fullest and was just waiting for her death. But everything changed when she met Dr. Allistair Cohen, a renowned Cardiothoracic Surgeon. He promised to cure her and that she could live a normal life again but in exchange, she had to marry him. She was hesitant, of course. But a new life with a stranger wasn't a bad idea to move on from Brad. EXCERPT: “Why am I still alive? And where am I?” “You’re in my house.” It was a man's voice, but because of the darkness invading the room, she couldn’t see who it was. “I died. My heart stopped beating. How am I alive?” She asked again. “I saved you. It was forbidden, but I had to.” The shadow shown by the moonlight confirmed that the voice was coming from the couch just a few steps away from the bed. “You saved me? How?” The figure stood up and slowly walked toward the light. Her eyes bawled seeing a hooded black skeleton holding a scythe in front of her. “Y-You’re the grim reaper!” She exclaimed. “So you know about me. I am Erebus, son of the Goddess of Death Mist, Achlys. I am here to collect your soul.” She thought it was just a dream, but looking at her husband, she realized that he was not just a regular doctor. Could she continue her life with the man who had a dark secret? Could she control her heart every time he touched her? Would she continue being his wife if she found out that she was being deceived? ************************************* Book cover is not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

In a world where magic has existed since the dawn of civilization, humanity was never alone in its conquest of power. With the rise of ancient magic came the evolution of mystical beasts, celestial beings, and unknown forces that shaped the destiny of countless worlds beyond the reach of mortal eyes. Empires have risen and fallen. Kings and tyrants have waged wars for dominance. And yet, the true rulers of existence remain hidden, their influence stretching across the stars, bound by a power older than time itself. Legends speak of an existence beyond comprehension, a force destined to reshape the world. Some call him a savior, others a destroyer. But history has long buried the truth… And then—he appeared. A boy with no kingdom, no throne. A name unknown to history. Yet with every step he takes, the very fabric of fate trembles. Vasudev was never meant to be ordinary. He was never meant to walk an easy path. From the moment he set foot into this vast world, fate had already set its gaze upon him. But in a world where strength dictates survival, where forgotten legends whisper from the shadows, and where unseen forces pull the strings of destiny… what role does he truly play? When the weight of an empire falls upon his shoulders, when the echoes of ancient wars resurface, when enemies beyond imagination emerge from the darkness—will Vasudev rise above them all? Or will he simply become another forgotten name in history? The war between light and darkness has already begun. But the real question is—which side is the truth? Step into a world where fate is an illusion, history is a lie, and power is the only truth. The Infinite Emperor awaits…

After being confined in a mental asylum for years, Jin Jiuchi had just been released back to human habitation when he suddenly found himself trapped in a dangerous and thrilling survival game. Wait, is there something wrong with you all? Why do you look so scared? This world is so… exciting! For Jin Jiuchi, this beast in human clothing who was chained by society laws, the appearance of the Nightmare Cycle was akin to a dream come true! Drinking tea with a dismembered bride in a haunted apartment, dancing tango with the evil spirit in the depths of suicide forest, skipping rope with the ancient god in a forgotten civilization… Jin Jiuchi was so happy that he was going crazy! However, when he went crazy, all the players and NPCs in the cycle trembled in fear. *** There was only a beautiful jade doll who had never been afraid of him. Shen Nianzu called out softly, "Jin-ge." Jin Jiuchi, who was happily digging through a rotten corpse's stomach, suddenly dropped everything and zoomed in front of Shen Nianzu with a speed invisible to naked eyes. His eyes were curved into crescents as he asked, "What's wrong, Nian'er? Do you want to join me too?" Shen Nianzu was expressionless as he stared at the bloody man in front of him. Then he suddenly stretched out a hand, palm up. Confused, Jin Jiuchi placed his dirty paw in Shen Nianzu's hand and shook it. Shen Nianzu: “Good boy.” Jin Jiuchi: ? *** Lunatic drama king, wild beast gong x big beauty, cunning, strong-acting-weak shou Additional tags: top/gong/seme protagonist, action, supernatural, psychological, mystery, slow romance, ghosts, gore, monsters, beasts, shameless protagonist, survival game, teamwork, unlimited flow, horror, suspense, younger love interest Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

All Time Top Ten Webnovel Bestseller! --- An Apocalypse descends as awakened humans rise to defend their world! In the blooming chaotic Era, Mana reigns supreme. But even the strongest beings...have limited reserves of Mana. A weak F Rank Hunter awakens with the lowest tier [Fireball] skill in a desolate City as he finds out...Mana is not a limitation for him! Have you seen countless fireballs stretch across the blue skies? Have you seen endless dwarf stars and black holes conjured against insurmountable Dragons and other mythical creatures?! With Infinite Mana, anything is possible! --- "What you are is a blip on a glorious path. An extra that isn't even all that well developed. You'll appear and make some inconsequential waves, and then you'll disappear just as quickly. Only to be forgotten a few pages later."- Noah Osmont, Chapter 2188 --- The concepts appearing in this story are those of pure fantasy and fiction, they are not reflective of the real world. Everything is based on pure imagination. Discord server is with illustrations and Status Panel is here! -https://discord.gg/KwatGcE

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

Gu Shanhai witnessed this great world of numerous heavens and discarded his third life. The gods of the human realm forged an eternal utopia with blood and fire. The King of the Red Dragon led his knights, patrolling the never-setting empire. The scholar, with a smile and a sword stroke, depicted thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, while monsters opened their eyes and stretched forth claws, giving birth to all manners of demons. ... 'Everyone here is a player; you can't call me abnormal just because I haven't been digitized, right?'

Memories surged like a tide into her head after she was reincarnated, and she found out who she was... A complete pushover. Her name was Beiting Huang, a direct descendant and third-generation descendant of the Beiting Dynasty. Her fearsome reputation stretched across all nations on the continent. She was a girl, but she was disguised as a boy for some reason. Everyone was also after her wrist... to hack it off and take the bracelet she wore, which was actually a high-level spiritual item that concealed her gender. Everyone included her own brothers. Her brothers were fighting and killing each other, tearing the dynasty apart in the process... and she happened to be caught in the crossfire. Mercy? Did the old Beiting Huang not beg before she died? Did they spare her when she did? An emotion that was not hers stirred within her body, and Beiting Huang knew it was the old Beiting Huang's grief. In her mind, she assured her: Don't worry. Since I've reincarnated in your body, I shall avenge you. Your death will not be senseless! After those words, the old Beiting Huang's emotions faded. Now, there was only one Beiting Huang. She was the underworld's king, a mercenary lord who slaughtered and plundered with the world at her feet. Reincarnated into the fearsome Beiting family as its 'useless’ ninth son, the world's riches were once again in her grasp. She cultivated impossible abilities, contracted with magical beasts, and possessed a mystical dimension. She also trampled over gods and demons as and when she liked. Cold and handsome, her very presence was proud and magnificent, causing the world to fight for her affection.

Disclaimer Scarred Paths is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. It explores dark themes including war, psychological manipulation, existential philosophy, morality, and the consequences of unchecked power. The story contains graphic violence, intense psychological struggles, and morally complex characters. Any resemblance to real-world events, organizations, or individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidental. While the story may reference historical events, philosophies, or societal structures, it does so for narrative depth and world-building rather than factual representation. The views, actions, and ideologies presented in this novel are not endorsements but an exploration of the complexities of human nature, society, and power. Reader discretion is advised. SCARRED PATHS There is no justice. No morality. No higher purpose. Power is the only truth. For centuries, humanity has clung to its illusions—laws, gods, governments, ideals—all fragile constructs masking the selfishness, corruption, and violence woven into human nature itself. The strong shape the world. The weak exist at their mercy. The only path forward is not reform. It is destruction. Lucius Halloway will tear down nations, religions, criminal empires, corporations, and every secret order that holds the world together. He will crush kings, puppeteer governments, and erase the past it's gods. But this is not fate. It is his choice. A path he carves with his own hands—one that stretches beyond the boundaries of any nation, beyond the weight of history itself. A path scarred by war, betrayal, and the weight of billions of lives. And in the end, when the world lies in silence, when his work is done— Would he feel fulfilled? Or would he finally understand? That none of this was ever truly his. That the dream he burned the world for was never his own. That in trying to give meaning to someone else’s wish, he had erased everything—including himself. And was it ever enough?

A strange white fog descends upon the world, creeping through streets, swallowing the familiar in its ghostly embrace. Where it passes, reality distorts. Structures crumble as if time itself rejects them. Shadows stretch unnaturally. And then… the figures emerge. They are not human. Nor beast. Their twisted limbs move with unnatural grace, their deformed shapes shifting between impossible forms. Eyeless faces turn toward the sky, mouths open in silent hymns of madness. The fog does not merely obscure—it reveals. The city drowns in chaos. Streets run slick with crimson as the creatures slaughter indiscriminately, their shrieks mingling with the terrified screams of those who flee. The pounding of frantic footsteps, the wails of the dying, the crunch of bone under monstrous claws—it all blends into a horrific, discordant symphony. And something listens. A presence beyond comprehension stirs in the depths of the fog. A pair of immense, lidless eyes—vast as moons, yet closer than the air itself—peer through the shifting veil. It does not blink, for it has no need. it does not search, for they already see all. The slaughter, the ruin, the collapse of civilization—mere ripples in an ocean too deep for mortals to fathom. In the far away, a young man stood with his friend, gazing at the fog And something watches them. Silent. Patience. Waiting.

I am trying to write legends, my past plans of legends buried one upon another because I perpetually think that I am not eligible and skilled enough to write the masterpiece. This I am writing is for practice, the loose cannon to build a style skills and power

For ten years, Elena Morrison gave everything—her heart, her career, and even her family—to a man who cast her aside for another. When her world shattered, she leapt to her death, only to wake up a decade earlier. Determined to rewrite her destiny, Elena vows to avoid the man who betrayed her and protect her future. But her plans take a sharp turn when she uncovers the truth: she isn’t just a discarded wife. She’s a stolen heiress, and her entire life has been a lie. Now caught in a whirlwind of forbidden love, family secrets, and dangerous schemes, Elena finds herself in a sudden marriage with Victor Sterling, a man as dangerous as he is alluring. Together, they must uncover a tangled web of deceit that stretches back decades. Will she reclaim her life, or will the same forces that destroyed her before rise again to take everything?

[WARNING: 18+ — NO RAPE] "I scratch and bite," Vivian warned, holding the Lycan Alpha's gaze confidently. Ronan smirked, his hand gripping her chin possessively as he forced her to look up at him. "You'll crawl and beg too," he promised. ************ Being the Clan Leader of the last remaining cursed Lycans, Ronan had long abandoned his task of finding his fated mate after years of useless searching. However, his life is disrupted when he encounters a mysterious and barely clinging-to-life alive Omega wolf, Vivian, trespassing on his land. Covered in strange Wickan magic symbols, Vivian is not just any wolf—she is his destined mate. Vivian has lived a life of rejection and suffering. Abandoned by her first mate for being unable to conceive, scorned by her family, and mistreated by her pack, Moonborn, she has endured endless humiliation. Forced by her father to mate with other Alphas in a desperate attempt to prove her worth, Vivian’s fate takes an even darker turn when she is cursed by a local coven and framed for a crime she didn’t commit. On the brink of death, she escapes into forbidden territory—Ronan’s land. A stretch of land her pack never dared to tread upon. Ronan’s mistrust only grows when he learns Vivian is from Moonborn, the pack that slaughtered his clan and remains his sworn enemy. Yet, irrespective of their dark feuding histories, he takes her in, determined to care for her and break the deadly curse inflicted upon her by Wickans and the ancient curse slowly leading him to an inevitable death. As they grow closer, secrets from both their pasts threaten to break them apart. And when Vivian’s niece arrives with a hidden agenda, matters become far more complicated. *Cover is ai made.

Aditya Singh—a name that commands fear. A ruthless billionaire with a cold heart, his power stretches far and wide, making even the strongest men tremble in his presence. No one dares to defy him. No one dares to make him smile. Until Avira walks into his life—a girl as radiant as her name, full of mischief and an unbreakable spirit. Where others cower before Aditya, she challenges him with her boldness. She turns his world upside down, making him laugh, making him feel. Slowly, the devil finds himself falling for the very light he never knew he needed. But Avira carries a past filled with shadows—wounds of torment, scars of abuse, and nightmares that never left her. As the truth unravels, Aditya must prove that his love is not just passion but protection. In a world where power means everything, will the devil fight against fate to keep his angel safe? Or will her past drag them both into darkness? A heart-wrenching tale of love, healing, and the power of light in the darkest of souls.

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Rena was born with power—power meant for a ruler, stolen by a tyrant, and buried beneath a lifetime of lies. Branded a witch, hunted like prey, she has spent years hiding in the shadows, waiting for her chance at revenge. That chance comes when she lets herself be captured, intending to infiltrate the palace and kill the man who stole her mother’s life. But she never expected to fall into the hands of Alex Ravon, the Blood Hound of Mysiri—merciless, unyielding, and the king’s most loyal knight. Bound in chains, forced to travel beside the very man who would see her burned at the stake, Rena refuses to break. But Alex isn’t interested in broken things. He wants to see her fight. To watch her struggle, to make her kneel. "For a witch, you’re quite fragile." "And for a knight, you talk too much." She is his prisoner. He is her captor. But as the days stretch on and war looms in the distance, hatred twists into something far more dangerous. Because in this game of prey and predator, neither of them is willing to lose.

How many seconds in eternity? The question that the foolish loner, Kiyomi Otonashi, attempts to find the answer to in this story. In his attempt to answer this question that seemingly has no answer, Kiyomi’s path in life seems to have unexpected visitors. Idle banter, meaningful conversations, and nonsensical nonsense are what begin to color his life. Would Kiyomi Otonashi be able to do anything without the people he meet? Those hands stretched out to him won’t be able to do anything if he doesn’t reach out his hand, too. Nothing has changed. No one has changed. Kiyomi Otonashi hasn’t changed. But they can, right? This is a simple story about people who desperately want things to change, even if they seem complacent. Nothing can change, no one can change, and you can’t change if you don’t step out of your comfort zone and forge ahead. Chisel down that mountain made of diamond, no matter how long it takes.

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.