Half Armor

When Yuri's twin sister dies under mysterious circumstances, she sets out to uncover the truth, but her investigation puts her in a complicated web of secrets, lies, and unexpected romance with the prime suspect - her sister's boyfriend. ***** After the shocking death of her twin sister Yonna, ruled a suicide by the authorities, Yuri is consumed by grief and a burning need for answers. Refusing to accept the official explanation, Yuri sets out to uncover the truth behind Yonna's tragic demise. As she delves deeper into the mystery, Yuri becomes increasingly entangled in a web of secrets and lies surrounding the prestigious sorority club that Yonna was almost a part of. The more she learns, the more she begins to suspect that nothing is as it seems. Yuri's investigation leads her to one person in particular: Park Minhwan, Yonna's charismatic and enigmatic boyfriend. As she gets closer to Minhwan, Yuri finds herself torn between her desire for revenge and a growing attraction to the man she suspects may be responsible for her sister's death. As Yuri navigates this treacherous emotional landscape, she must confront the darkness that lurks beneath the surface of the sorority club and the true nature of Minhwan's involvement in Yonna's death. Will Yuri's quest for truth and justice prevail, or will her feelings for Minhwan cloud her judgment and put her in grave danger?

Here the weak bow to alien dynasties and fearsome colonies, while the strong could get their feet rubbed by celestial queens and holy maidens. To reach the top one must trample on the weak and strong alike. To survive one must be ruthless. And to thrive one must be lucky. But most importantly, to be fated one must be fearless and willing to attain the impossible. As such, in a neglected corner of the human realm, Yamato a gifted boy dreams of becoming the most strongest fighter in the world, become invincible and attain the peak of martial arts. This is his legend as he rises up the martial hierarchy... UPDATES EVERYDAY!!!

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Bruce is an aspiring comedian, and in more ways than one, he was struggling. His recent performances left the audience in an awkward silence he couldn't break. The only hobby Bruce enjoyed doing during his time of leisure was diving into the bottomless pit of depression called the internet, and reading online novels. Though he loves reading great stories, the other thing that hooked him was the stream of dopamine he gets from online battles. It's the kind of fighting where participants don't need to be strong or even know how to throw a punch, rather, meaningless victory goes to those with the foulest mouth and thickest skin. Both of which was the perfect definition of Bruce. He is one of those people who has a sad and empty existence. Lonesome and unhappy, Bruce finds the feeling of not being alone and joy in pointless arguments online. He's the kind of Bruce that can't throw a one-inch punch but could take one in any shape or form. After giving a bad review on a new popular online cultivation novel and getting the author's attention, Bruce's day became weird. One thing led to another, and before the day ended, he died. When he woke up, he found himself in the body of a young master in a different world. _________________________ A/N: This story is satirical and not for the easily offended. If you are one, please steer away. Though the cover isn't a big-breasted anime girl, allow this note to tell you that this work does include mature themes. Thank you.

I fell into the game—Questworks, a world I knew like the back of my hand—but all I had was the Time-Stop skill. No weapons, no armor, no allies. Just a single ability with the power to freeze the world and a hundred ways to misuse it. What now? Alternate Title: Trapped in a Game with Only Time-Stop?! #Trasnmigration into a Game

Sultan was absent when the gods divided good-fortune among mankind. So, he should have foreseen the consequences when an attractive and alluring lady gifted him a piece of cutting-edge technology. a rarity that is only reserved for the privileged and wealthy. Before the day ends, as he prepares dinner that evening, the steep price of this gift reveals itself, and it’s one he isn’t willing to pay. Finding himself inexplicably vanishing and transported to a strange and perilous land, Sultan must now confront traumatic experiences, brutal and relentless challenges, hideous creatures, and abnormal individuals with uncanny traits and abilities. What’s more, the hidden side of the world turns out to be far vaster and more mysterious than he ever imagined. While most of the Populace remains obliviously in the dark, The Earth itself has changed: new, uncharted lands teeming with hellish creatures and unique resources have appeared out of thin air. A great and divine-like entity known as The Host has descended, bestowing supernatural abilities upon humanity and subjecting them to arduous, nearly insurmountable trials. As The Host locks its gaze on Sultan , impossible tasks and seemingly unachievable challenges come his way. Even the extraordinary power he receives, while deceptively simple, demands its own twisted atonements. Armed with nothing but his cooking knife, Sultan embarks on a journey that could end as abruptly as it begins or lead him to a place of legend and myth. The choice is now his to make: succumb to the challenges of The Host, faltering as one of its endless failures, or rise above them to carve his destiny in a world transformed beyond recognition.

As far as Bianca could remember, she had been hated, mocked, and mistreated by everyone, including those in her own household and pack. Her only crime was being a half-breed and having a roughly structured oval face with a scar on her right arm. They called her ugly and despised her very presence. Yet, with the passage of time, she became the chosen one; the saviour of the pack and most adored flower of three men. Her once-unwelcome presence captured their hearts. These men were of different calibers and origins; men with varying senses of humor, never wants to share, each wanting her to himself. Their growing affections threatened the fragile alliance holding the realms together. They would go to any length to obtain whatever they desired, no matter the cost. She is trapped between these three men, and surprisingly, her heart belongs to all three. Then comes the prophecy—and her unwillingness to let go. What will happen if she fails to yield? Will her desires shatter destiny’s course, or will they strengthen her love and allow her to be with the ones she cherishes? And if it comes at a cost, will any of her lovers be willing to pay the price?

Too bulky for a sidearm, too small for a proper rifle—behold, the Half-Spec Blaster. Too heftty for a quick draw, yet underwhelming at range—versatile, but never truly mastering any single role. But that’s just fine. Embracing this peculiar weapon, I, Narwhal—station drifter, low-rank mercenary, and certified expert in staying out of trouble—have a dream. A dream of living simply. With my powers, I could challenge warlords, take on high-risk contracts, and shape the galaxy with secret knowledge. But I won’t. Work moderately, survive well—that’s the ideal life in the void! Small-time guild jobs. The occasional space hunt. Food that doesn’t taste like recycled rations. If I can be of some use along the way? Good enough. This is the tale of a man drifting through the stars, clinging to a blaster that never excels in any one area… and an adventure that avoids too much adventure.

In a world where magic determines strength, Raiken Tenma is the unfortunate nobody—summoned to a fantasy realm alongside his classmates, yet abandoned in a barren wasteland with no magic, no power, and no future. But fate has other plans. Deep in the desolate land, he stumbles upon an ancient artifact, a discarded relic once deemed worthless by the God of Craftsmanship. The moment he touches it, the artifact merges with his body, transforming into an evolving black-and-gold armor with a built-in System. [System Activation: Extreme Transformation Test Initiated.] What follows is a brutal trial of endurance, strength, and willpower. Raiken is pushed to his absolute limit—his body breaking and rebuilding, his muscles becoming sharper, his instincts deadlier. By the time he emerges, he is no longer the weak, forgotten student… He is a warrior forged in hardship, his armor evolving with him, his strength growing limitlessly. Now, as his former classmates bask in the luxury of the royal castle, Raiken walks the path of a lone warrior. With his legendary armor, a system-driven path to power, and an unshakable will, he will crush those who look down on him, unravel the mysteries of this world, and prove that one god’s trash… …is another man's unstoppable power.

After couple years apart two half brothers who are opposite to each other have to go through high school and realize the basically the same.

Li Xuan found himself in a predicament after transmigrating without the luxury of a system or plug-ins. To evade notice, he took refuge in a small mountain village. However, one day, he was mistaken for a reclusive expert, he was forcefully adopted as a master by an eager disciple who refused to take no for an answer. Struggling with his moral compass, Li Xuan initially rejected the disciple's proposal due to his commitment to honesty. Yet, faced with persistent insistence and tempting offers, he reluctantly crafted fictional cultivation techniques. Much to his astonishment, the disciple not only embraced these fabricated teachings but successfully cultivated with remarkable prowess. Witnessing his disciple's thunderous muscles, resilient bones, and potent vital force, Li Xuan couldn't fathom the inexplicable success. Bewildered, he exclaimed, "I fabricated it all! How did you manage to cultivate so successfully? What kind of monster are you?" To add to the perplexity, a mysterious Golden Finger manifested: "Your disciple mastered the technique you invented from scratch. Your flawless completion of the technique has enhanced your strength a hundredfold compared to others at the same level!"

Haruto Sato is a lonely Tokyo writer who died surrounded by 350 half-finished books (yikes). A sassy goddess who looks like his old characters gives him a harsh deal: *Finish all your abandoned stories, or get erased forever—even that cringe fanfic you hid in 1998.* Reborn as random side characters in his own messy worlds, Haruto’s stuck with a buggy “game system” that roasts him nonstop. Skills include *surviving deadly hits 10% of the time* and *making enemies pause to hear his bad jokes*. His first mission? Fix *Sky Samurai*, his edgy samurai-vs-dragons story, except he’s now the hero’s brother… who’s supposed to die in chapter two. Oops. Between fighting dragons with a butter knife (don’t ask) and hacking robots in his half-written cyberpunk mess, Haruto sneaks back to Earth to eat ramen and awkwardly befriend Aiko, his neighbor who thinks he’s just a weird guy with “vitamin issues.” Over time, he learns to write better characters (no more naming elves *Glitterbutt*), makes a grandma librarian cry happy tears, and realizes stories aren’t about perfect endings—they’re about fixing your mistakes. The goddess? She’s just a tired book nerd who wanted him to stop being a hermit. In the end, Haruto opens a café, finishes ALL his books, and maybe (finally) asks Aiko out. But when a kid hands him a new story to read, he grins: *“Let’s see what you’ve got.”* **Basically:** A funny, heartfelt story about a guy who sucks at finishing things… until he gets a second chance to fix his life *and* his terrible drafts.

As Harun was yawning and about to fall asleep in a boring history class about one of the most major dynasties that ruled over the Islamic Empire during it's peak, the next moment he found himself dressed in armor, with a sword in his hand in what seemed like an ancient battlefield.

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

Xu Feng transmigrated into the cultivation world with only one useless cheat. When he was born, the Golden Armored Spiritual Turtle had just hatched, and according to the family tradition, it was bestowed upon him as his companion spiritual beast. Thinking that the Golden Armored Spiritual Turtle had an extraordinary bloodline, he believed it would become a great companion in the future. However, to his surprise, it took twenty years for it to reach the Qi-Refining stage. So Xu Feng gave up all his expectations. He decided to keep nurturing it. If he failed, he could just pass it on to future generations. Unexpectedly... A colossal golden turtle, as vast as the entire world, lay across the shattered land. Looking at the devastated world, Xu Feng harshly tapped the head of the golden turtle. "Try to be more gentle next time!"

The Rural Medical God, with unparalleled medical skills and peerless Martial Arts, resurrected the dead and mended their flesh and bones, attracting swarms of beautiful women, and causing the powerful elite to bow their heads in submission.

In a dark night a skinny male walks out of a house shaking with iron armor on and a long diamond sword he walked forward and began scavenging with a torch in his left hand his with people in black robes with crossbows in their hands and a banner with a weird symbol in it follow this man closely i watched intently as i reported it to a gang located in a warehouse.

Phoenix, a Knight who defy's even the god of death and wanted to watch the sunrise before he dies. Curious and impressed by his defiance nature, stubbornness and his willpower, the god of death grant him another chance to live but, in a different world. Will this be a one time reincarnation or will there be repeated reincarnations in Pheonix's fate? Let us take the journey along with our Hero and see where his fate/the gods leads him......!!!!

A half-blood raised by a human to hate her other half, just to be saved by the creatures she is supposed to hate. warning blood, violence and adult language

I spent a frustrating night in a bar and ended up waking up half-naked in a very luxurious chamber. ---- I was Barbara, a weak omega who had always been bullied in the Moon Glazed Pack because my wolf was so weak and useless. When the moon goddess destined me to be matched with Taylor Robinson, I discovered that Taylor was having an affair with her ex-boyfriend Ennik. I spent my frustrating night getting drunk at a bar and ended up having a one-night stand with a mysterious man. I thought he was just another Alpha or Beta. But after escaping from those harsh realities, I learned that he was Timothee Hemsworth, the Lycan of the Silver Armor Forest. When Taylor and Ennik were about to bully me again, Lycan Timothee came to my rescue and realized that there was a new life he created because of the one-night stand incident 5 years ago.

With no memory and the only thing in his possession being a suit of armor he can't seem to take off, Archer must find out what is happening and who he really is.

Lucy is reincarnated as a smartphone on another planet. She is discovered by a half-elf, and with her smartphone intelligence and access to modern civilization, the two of them embark on adventures together.

(A/N): Support me with your power stone for WPC 254 Author a simple man with a simple life suddenly died and was given a chance to be reincarnated into another world by one of the strongest Primordial Goddess governing said world, of course under the condition that he must protect said world from monster's called outers, with that in mind he was gifted a single cheat, a free weapon, knowledge on the outers and a one-time use to train in a scenario creation room as long as he wants, but little did he or the Goddess knew at the time, that after he comes out from that room his power would have far surpass the Goddess. P.s: The art is not mine all praise and rights goes to the artist

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

We start our adventure at a kids shelter where are mane character is he is a 15-year-old kid who has no parents he always has seen things that others could not see but he thinks its his mind playing tricks on him till one day turns his live around he was attacked by a monster lucky him and his friend got away and some other half-blood picked them up and talked about a camp for half-blood to live and train this camp is called Agora what will Hunter Nekros do will he live or will the fates snip his life string only they know but he is in for a wild ride. Author note: I will be taking ideas from the Percy Jackson books and the series on youtube called origins of Olympus to make my world but I will add my own ideas gods and such but there will be stuff from both. I started this book cuz of an idea I had and I liked making the first chapters so I thought y not see if other people would like to read it to feel free to comment on it if you like it I am not the best speller so feel free to comment on my mistake. This will be my 5 book I have made I will be working on the chapters at my own past for each book but I will put some over the others thank you for trying my books hope you enjoy and my the gods look over you.

curiosity

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.