Chanwoo Fainted

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

Victoria Garcia signed a slave contract, but accidentally fainted in bed! "Arnold Johnson, you are a monster! You said you could wait three years!" She complained! "I would be less than one if I didn't take an opportunity after it presents itself!" Then, on a certain night... "You're a scoundrel and a scumbag!" Xiu Xiangwan yelled on the verge of falling apart. "I could be worse if you dare to test me!" "..." Arnold Johnson is the second child of the Johnson family, one of the six top families of business magnates and owners of Johnson Holdings. Everyone says that he was affably evil and elegantly ruthless, and he was said to have seized an opening to engineer his own brother's death, hence inheriting Johnson Holdings! Victoria Garcia was the daughter of a family who now fell to dire straits, pawning herself off to Arnold Johnson to keep her mother out of prison...

Caught between her mother’s relentless pressure to marry her irresponsible cousin and her own dreams of completing her studies and building a career, Teal finds herself at a breaking point. Abandoned by the man she once loved, she faces an unexpected twist when the wealthy and enigmatic Alexander Epix enters her life with a shocking proposal of marriage. As obstacles rain down on her like a storm, Teal must navigate the chaos of a loveless marriage, a future hanging in the balance, and the faint hope of finding light in their shared darkness. Can she uncover love where none was meant to exist? Dive into the story to discover the answer.

"Crimson Tides: A Royal Bloodline" is an epic tale of duty, love, and the bridges built between two vastly different worlds. In the isolated mountain kingdom of Solaria, Princess Elara lives a life of privilege and purpose, beloved by her people but constrained by royal expectations. As a devastating drought threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, Elara finds herself at the center of a desperate gambit for survival. Across the misty borders, in the shadowy realm of Nocturn, the vampire king Darion rules with cold efficiency. His kingdom thrives in eternal night, but ancient prophecies speak of a union that could change the fate of both realms forever. When vampire envoys arrive in Solaria with an unprecedented offer - the kingdom's salvation in exchange for a royal bride - Elara must make an impossible choice. Agreeing to marry the fearsome Vampire King, she leaves behind everything she's ever known, venturing into a world of darkness and blood that both terrifies and intrigues her. But Elara harbors a secret that threatens to unravel everything: she faints at the mere sight of blood. In a court where bloodlust reigns supreme, her weakness could mean her doom. As she navigates treacherous politics, ancient rituals, and her growing feelings for the enigmatic Darion, Elara must find the strength within herself to bridge two worlds on the brink of war. Darion, initially frustrated by his unusual bride, finds himself drawn to Elara's compassion, wit, and unwavering spirit. Together, they face threats from without and within - power-hungry nobles, ancient prophecies coming to life, and the shadows of their own pasts. As Elara and Darion's relationship deepens from reluctant allies to true partners, they uncover long-buried secrets that connect their kingdoms in ways they never imagined. Their union awakens dormant magic and stirs forgotten legends, setting in motion events that will reshape the destiny of both vampires and humans alike. "Crimson Tides" is a sweeping saga of personal growth, political intrigue, and the transformative power of love. It explores themes of overcoming prejudice, finding strength in vulnerability, and the courageous act of opening one's heart to the unknown. As Elara and Darion fight to unite their people and fulfill an ancient prophecy, they discover that the greatest magic of all lies in the power of understanding, acceptance, and love that transcends all boundaries.

The Gap is the story of a woman lost in the empty years of her life, a stretch of time where joy feels like a distant memory, and love slips through her fingers like water. These are the in-between moments—the voids no one talks about, the nights spent wondering if the ache of loneliness will ever fade. She’s caught in a space that feels endless, where hope flickers but never quite burns, and every step forward feels like she’s sinking deeper. But life is messy, and so is she. In her heartbreak and solitude, she begins to ask the questions no one wants to face: What’s the point of it all if love only leaves you broken? What if the happiness she dreams of is just a cruel mirage? Yet, even in her darkest moments, she can’t help but search—for meaning, for connection, for the person she used to be before the gap swallowed her whole. Raw, intimate, and painfully human, The Gap is about what happens in the quiet spaces of life, where sadness lives—but so does the faint, stubborn hope that there’s more waiting on the other side.

Witty FL x Adorkable ML + a cute bun + a talking crochet fox ---------- After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that. As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.” Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed. “How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims. “This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.” “And what mission is that?” “To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.” ‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice. ********** Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family. Calix smiles, pleased with himself, "Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now." But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body? Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him. "Husband! Help me find my child!" “Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation. He faints. ---------- WSA 2024 entry! Commissioned cover and character images by yuuri_e (Instagram)

Sara Pier was dead. Everyone in Pineville had witnessed her tragic end—a bullet to the chest, her blood soaked body collapsing onto the cold ground. It was an image no one could forget, a certainty that Sara Pier, the daughter of the elusive Pier family was dead. But six months later, someone walked into town—a stranger with a face hauntingly similar to hers, except now darker and more scary. But she wasn’t Sara. She couldn’t be. Everyone was too eager to accept that she was someone else, even if her voice, mannerisms, and the faint flicker of familiarity said otherwise. Everyone except him. He noticed the little things; the way she held objects, or the sharp edge in her smile that belonged only to Sara Pier. Something about her was unsettling, as though her return was tied to something far darker than coincidence. Because as the old saying goes; Old habits never truly die

This is a story of ordinary boy who lacks confidence and always doubts his decisions. except for the time when he confessed his love for his crush and of course it isn't like he suddenly got confidence for confession rather it was the day before summoning test and he wanted to make his feelings clear for her before that but, unexpectedly she agreed and became her girlfriend. Now, two years has passed since that incident and for some reason he didn't took part in that test of summoning which was supposed to be a very important event of one's life and after that he didn't try either and instead decided to became a summoning ground researcher. on this day he suddenly decided to broke up with her girlfriend but, during there argument he suddenly got fainted and so his girlfriend took him to hospital, their she found out that actually he had brain tumor for more than two years and he wouldn't be able to more than few months more. But, what these people didn't understand was that reason for his fainting wasn't tumor rather it was something else

Prologue: The Debt The rain poured down like a relentless curse, casting a gloomy shadow over the city. In a cramped, dimly lit alleyway, a young boy named Blue stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the figure before him. Lord Raymond, the notorious and wanted crime lord, sneered at Blue's Mum, his voice dripping with malice. "You knew the consequences of what you've done." Blue's mother, Abigail, trembled, her eyes pleading for mercy. "Please, Raymond, you can have me but spare my son." Lord Raymond chuckled, his gold pinky ring glinting in the faint light. "That, you're right. You see, I've been watching your son, he's got potential, sooner or later, I'll have to take him in." Blue's mother, Abigail, gasped, horror etched on her face. "No, please! Not my son! you already have Phillip." Raymond eyes locked onto Blue's, filled with a mix of shame and desperation. "you are mine now." Lord Raymond's smile grew wider. "Excellent. Blue will start his training immediately. And don't worry, I'll take good care of him... as long as he doesn't act stupid like his stupid parents." Facing his guards. "Throw her into the 7th pit". As Lord Raymond's heavily armed escorts closed in with his mom being dragged away, Blue felt his world shatter. He was only 10, but his life was about to take a drastic turn. He would become a tool for Lord Raymond's criminal empire, forced to carry out the mafia lord's dirty work. The rain continued to pour down, washing away Blue's innocence, leaving only a sense of foreboding and dread.

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling 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.

In a world where social status is based on looks and brawn, 17-year-old Jiro Han sits at the very bottom of the food chain. His frail body and shy personality are a source of constant ridicule by his classmates and even people passing by on the street. Unlike other protagonists, however, Jiro has no other body or supernatural aid, only his indomitable will and a mind sharper than a blade. Everything changes when a random incident sets off his "Perception Field," an ability which allows him to have super human awareness about people's intent, movement, and emotions. This faint power does not make him stronger, but it gives him the time to foresee attacks, learn opponents' fears, and play out tactics in real-time. Armed with nothing but his wits and fast-growing mental strength, Jiro begins to ascend his brutal school social hierarchy. But power doesn't come free. The more he uses his Perception Field, the more he notices things he'd rather not see — hidden betrayals, unspoken desires, and the true nature of the people around him. As he delves deeper into the chaos of school politics, gang rivalries, and personal growth, Jiro is faced with a crucial question: Is it better to see the truth or remain blind to it? Cover: "AI Generated"

The apocalypse from the game becomes a reality, and the world experiences catastrophic changes. Meteorites impact the Earth, zombies run amok, the Ice Age descends, insectoid invasions occur, and mythical creatures invade. Amidst these numerous calamities, the human population is reduced to a tenth of its former size. In this moment of despair, Evander acquires a trial system. He starts by registering at an interplanetary shelter before the disaster strikes, stockpiling tens of billions in supplies, manufacturing high-tech weaponry, unlocking genetic potential, and establishing a superior power. While others are still suffering from hunger, Evander has already enjoyed fresh-picked vegetables from that day. While others are struggling with severe cold, everyone inside the shelter has already warmed up with heating. When danger approaches, loyal individuals within the shelter, united as one, defend their homes and families. In the face of despair, Evander becomes the last line of defense, guarding the faint spark of hope to glow once again.

Shadows and heartbeat I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Natasha, a rebellious and sharp_tongued woman accidentally saw something she was never supposed to see, she comes across an agent of death, an immortal grim reaper cursed with endless existence and no emotions. Drogen is convinced that Natasha holds the key to ending his curse, and because of that, he does something forbidden, he revives her after death. Bound to him by a blood pact that he made with her out of impulse, she begins experiencing flashes of a forgotten past that tie her to him in ways she can't explain, and their connection deepens into something forbidden. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. As fragments of their past becomes clearer, Natasha and Drogen must piece together the truth about their connection—a truth that holds the power to either break Drogen's curse or plunge both realms into chaos. With time running out, their choice becomes the key to saving themselves and preserving the fragile balance between the living and the dead. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

My name is Shen Mu, I just turned twenty this year, and I am a heavenly traveler. Two and a half years ago, because I was squatting in the toilet pit playing with my cell phone for too long, when I stood up my legs were numb and unsteady, and I accidentally fell forward. Then accompanied by the sound of the cell phone falling was a burst of heavenly rotation, and came to the sky of this immortal cultivation continent. After that, there was a sound of clothes being torn by a strong force, and my clothes were torn into pieces by an invisible force, even my pants were not left behind. But fortunately, I was falling into a spiritual lake. Unfortunately, there was someone in this spiritual lake, and it was also a stunningly beautiful fairy with an excellent figure. Unfortunately, I only caught a glimpse of her fair face and body, and then I completely fainted. When I woke up again, that fairy used this as a threat to forcefully take me as her disciple. I had no choice but to bow my head to her and agree. Since then, my cultivation life in Wanxiang Peak has thus begun.

Kael was just an ordinary human—until his death changed everything. He awakens in another world as Azeron, a young incubus and heir to the most feared Demon Lord. Yet, faint memories of his life as a human continue to haunt him, making him question the dark destiny he is now bound to. On the other hand, Lyra, an adventurer from a fantasy world, is suddenly summoned to the human realm by a mysterious force. Dubbed the "Hero of Light," she is given a monumental task: to stop the infernal threat that is beginning to engulf the human world. But Lyra is no great knight—she is just an ordinary girl thrust into a fate far greater than herself. When Azeron and Lyra meet, their vastly different worlds collide. Initially filled with mistrust, they are forced to work together to uncover the truth behind Azeron’s reincarnation, Lyra’s summoning, and the war threatening to destroy all three realms. Yet, behind every answer they uncover lies a dark secret that tests their fragile alliance. Will Azeron embrace his destiny as the heir of darkness? And can Lyra become the hero her world needs, even if it means sacrificing the one she has come to trust? In this tale of intrigue, action, and betrayal, two souls from opposing worlds must make a choice: save their worlds—or save each other. ~~~By HanifM12~~~

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

[Congratulations to the host for awakening the Forgotten Gods' Legacy.] [Host’s Initial Power: Unseen Affinity—A connection so faint, it borders on nonexistent, offering little to no advantage in the coming war.] “This can’t be right. What kind of system is this if I’m barely more than an ordinary human?” Frustrated and on the verge of abandoning hope, Leo is ready to quit. But as he delves deeper into the forgotten myths, the world around him begins to change. Shadows stir in the corners of reality, and voices from long-lost deities whisper in his ear, revealing a truth hidden from mortal eyes. Leo’s seemingly worthless power is the key to something far more profound. The Forgotten Gods' Legacy isn’t about raw strength; it’s about unraveling the mysteries of ancient gods who have faded into obscurity. Each challenge he faces brings him closer to unlocking the true power within—a power that could either resurrect these gods or consign them to oblivion forever. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, where forgotten deities vie for dominance, Leo’s journey will force him to confront the gods themselves, facing the ultimate choice: will he reignite their power, or let them fade into the abyss? His decision will shape the fate of both gods and humans alike. **"The Veil of Forgotten Gods"** is an epic tale of hidden power, forgotten deities, and the delicate balance between mortal and divine. For Leo, the path to victory isn’t just about gaining strength—it’s about discovering the secrets buried in the deepest shadows. ---

For as long as anyone could remember, the world had always been this way: a sprawling land that stretched endlessly to the horizon, locked beneath an unyielding, artificial sky. The sun rose and set like clockwork, its rays warm but hollow. The clouds drifted lazily, but their movements were predictable, rehearsed. Even the stars at night were nothing more than twinkling lights on a painted canvas. This was not a world of freedom. This was a cage. The walls that encased the land were titanic, towering a thousand feet into the air, their surfaces smooth and impenetrable. They surrounded everything, cutting off any hope of escape. Above them, a ceiling so vast it mimicked the heavens, its artistry so convincing that those born here rarely questioned its authenticity. To them, this was reality. To the observant, it was a beautiful lie. This prison was vast, incomprehensibly so. Over three million square miles of land stretched beneath the artificial sky, the size of a continent. Forests thrived, rivers meandered, and mountains rose high, yet the edges always loomed—a reminder that freedom was a distant dream. And yet, for all its immensity, this land was but a single floor. The people here called it The Land of the Beginning, though its origins were shrouded in mystery. Its name bore an ominous weight, a cruel reminder that no one had ever moved beyond it. Stories told of other levels—999 more floors stacked above this one, each said to hold secrets and wonders beyond imagination. But humanity had remained bound here for over 2,000 years, unable to ascend even a single step. Generations passed, and the walls became a part of life. No one alive had ever seen what lay beyond them, only the faint promise of a higher purpose whispered through ancient texts and forgotten legends. Some believed the floors above were paradises, realms of gods. Others thought they were worse than this prison, places where only the strong could survive. But the truth? The truth was as fake as the sun above. Life here was a carefully maintained illusion, designed to keep humanity stagnant, complacent. The ground yielded crops, the water flowed pure, but it was all a gift from their captors, whoever—or whatever—they were. There were no natural disasters, no external threats, only the constant, gnawing knowledge that this was not how things were meant to be. Every few decades, someone would dare to challenge the status quo, setting out on a journey to find a way out. They sought the edges of the walls, the rumored pathways to the next floor. None ever returned. The Land of the Beginning was not a home. It was a test. A place where humanity was meant to prove itself, to grow stronger, to ascend. Yet for millennia, humanity had failed. Was it fear? Complacency? Or had the challenges of this land truly been insurmountable? The answer lay hidden, buried in the very fabric of this world. For now, the Land of the Beginning remained as it always had—vast, unchanging, and waiting. Waiting for the one who would break the cycle. Waiting for the one who would defy the gods and ascend to the next floor. ================= [FYI: This novel is fast-paced, so dont complain about how fast the story progresses.] ================ [And also, Im a new author and I just started writing. Since english isn't my first language, my grammar might be a little wobbly.]

A dimly lit urban street at night, shrouded in fog, with a lone detective silhouetted under a flickering streetlamp. The atmosphere is moody and suspenseful, evoking a noir-inspired mystery. Shadows and faint outlines of buildings add to the intrigue. Inspired from the wits of Sherlock. Story Written by RK.

In a world veiled by clouds of mystery and darkness, there existed an ancient sword, devoid of engravings or symbols. Its edge was sharp as knives, and its power was as deadly as a raging storm. It was said that the sword was a tool of destruction, controlling those who wielded it. Yet, what no one knew was that the sword harbored a dark power beyond human comprehension. The sword passed through countless hands over centuries—from one warrior to another, from one killer to the next. Each person who possessed it left behind a trail of blood and death. With every swing, the sword brought chaos and ruin. But it was not just a weapon of death; it carried a dark soul, an unseen spirit lurking deep within its blade. Then came a day that changed everything. A dark entity, unlike any creature known before, entered the sword's world to alter its fate. This being decided to merge the sword with the body of a boy named Yuri, an ordinary boy unaware of the power about to take hold of him. When the sword entered Yuri’s body, strange transformations began. Yuri was no longer just a boy; the sword became a part of him. And the sword, no longer a mere piece of metal, unleashed its deadly spirit to take control of Yuri's body. The sword's power filled his being, while Yuri's soul began to fade into the depths, gradually becoming nothing more than a faint whisper. The more Yuri tried to resist, the stronger the sword became. It dictated every movement, every step, every breath. Yuri fought against the sword's control, but its power was too overwhelming. Over time, Yuri's spirit dwindled until it was barely noticeable, leaving behind a fragile trace. No one knew the true secret of this sword. It remained entirely unknown, and the boy's body it inhabited became shrouded in mystery. The sword had a will of its own and an immense, limitless power. The dark entity, the only one aware of the sword's secret, could not predict what would unfold after the transformation. As time passed, the sword began to undergo yet another change. Yuri continued his struggle, but the sword's power was indomitable. In rare moments when Yuri’s consciousness surfaced, he tried to rebel against the sword. But the sword itself was now embroiled in an internal conflict—between its own dark force and Yuri’s desperate fight to reclaim himself. In the end, the sword became a dark power enveloping the boy’s spirit, yet it also turned into something extraordinary in this world. Those moments of internal struggle would ultimately determine their fate—and the fate of the entire world.

Six years ago, she signed the ten-month agreement with all her sorrows, and as agreed, she received the down payment. But when the agreed time came, the buyer did not show up to claim the 'treasure'. What was going on? Six years later, her precious son surprisingly told her, "Mommy, people might wear the same clothes or drive the same car, but I met someone today who actually has the same face as me! Can you believe it?" "Don't talk nonsense, how could someone look exactly like you?" Her son, dissatisfied, pulled his friend out. "Don't you believe me? Just take a look!" Lin Xiangwan took a glance, then, thud, she fainted, collapsing onto the ground. Who on earth... is this...?

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold

Evan have transmigrated into another world for 2 years now, his new family was well off unlike his previous poor family. But this wasn’t the end of changes he had to witness and get used to, there was many other things which seemed unnatural for common sense of previous life but very much commmon for this world. This world is based around beast taming, summoning and magic which is open to rd for anyone who succeeds on awakening the gift crystal at age of 18. majority of population do live as common people without any supernatural powers while lucky few succeed. Evan entering the awakening period felt a white light enveloping him as it kept changing its colour. [ Ding! Enegry bar is filled and awakening of system have been requested from authority. ] [ Ding! System activation is approved. ] [ System data have met with error. ] [ Ding! Bypassing the error. ] [ Ding! Golden Card System have arrived for being used. ] Evan’s gift crystal in his heart have formed inhibiting the system instead of the gift talent. But burden of awakening was too much on his mind and body as he fainted. Now questions were a lot like who was the authority requested for activation? - Is life of supernatural population really so easy or are there any hidden dangers? - What is this system Evan have and how does it work? - How does gift crystals came to be? Many questions about are left to be discovered but without any sight of answers.

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

It is the wonder of power that makes one achieve heights to the sky and adventures beyond, power, knowledge, the elements transcendence is the thing that allows you to cross all boundaries of all limits Power and might are always the best, Transcending will make you powerful beyond measure and will fulfill your innermost desires What if though, the deadliest of all nightmares to happen awakens Transcendence through all eternity, lose your sanity, lose everyone, is it enough? ---- Logan goes through the unfortunate cycle of life and ends up in a new place, fate brings him power beyond his wildest dreams will he cling to his sanity or lose to the everlasting transcendence..... "Achieve the Great Doa? I did that millions of years ago, every existence is a stepping stone that'll make me transcend existence itself" **Not for the faint hearted, mc is very evil and only cares for himself**

Evelyn had a normal happy life until the untimely death of her mother. Her loving father soon became an abusive drunk that would constantly beat her and her older brother Mason. After years of abuse one day Evelyn and Mason managed to escape the terror of their father, when Evelyn finally snapped and killed him. Unfortunately, even though they escaped their rotten father, their lives came to a violent and early end at the hands of a cruel fate. However, when Evelyn woke up after dying, she found herself in a dark damp place. And when she broke free from what confines her, she finds herself reborn as an owl. Follow along as Evelyn lives her second life as an owl in a world of magic and mystery, as she aims to rise up and become the strongest. So, no one can ever dictate her fate again. Warning: This novel is going to be very dark in places, especially the prologue. If you are faint of heart, I recommend you not read this novel. Artwork By Radiopaque.

"I can't take it anymore! I just want to die. Why can't anyone understand that?" Almost clothless in the dark night, Camille yelled from the high rocky hill in tears. The clouds thundered while it wept bitterly and heavily. Her clothes were torn and badly revealing as a result of the angry rain. ' Jump. ' She heard a faint voice loud and clear. "What?" She murmured lowly in a tone only she could hear. ' Jump. ' The voice instructed her again. "I.. I'm scared to!" She sobbed. ' You want to die, don't you? You really want death so much. You're just one step away from the door of lifelessness. Just close your eyes and put one foot in front of the other. ' ' Baby steps, Camille. Baby steps! ' Her breath became unsteady a bit. She was beginning to contemplate on the idea. Is this really it? The way she was going to die! ' What are you waiting for Camille? Do it! ' She calmed herself drenched by the rain. She was beginning to accept death little by little. ' Just close your eyes and take the step. I promise you won't feel a thing.' What a simple instruction for a complicated action! ' On the count of three, Camille! ' ' We'll count together.' She nodded and counted in unison with the voice: "One...two..." "...three..."

In a grand room shrouded in gloom, the dim light of an oil lamp cast faint glimmers on the black marble floor. The ornate decor created an eerie atmosphere, with shadows dancing in every corner. At the center of the room, a young man sat leisurely in a large chair. He wore a black suit paired with a white shirt, a neatly tied long tie, and matching black trousers. His black hooded cloak seemed to blend with the darkness, as if swallowing him into the mystery. His face was covered with pale white makeup like a mask, with simple lines beneath his eyes that emphasized an ominous impression. Red paint formed a faint smile on his lips and adorned his eyes, creating an unnatural contrast, evoking a disturbing yet captivating aura. This figure was known as Mr. Fool, a mysterious man whose name was feared by criminals and nobles alike in the city of Landlum. In front of him stood a young woman named Audrey, exuding elegance. She wore a high-cut noble gown adorned with lace and diamonds, radiating luxury without excess. Her intelligent and confident gaze matched the oppressive aura of the man before her, while her bright smile added a touch of warmth to the room. Their conversation was an exchange of information laced with tension. Audrey, though appearing friendly, carried the cunning of a skilled political player. With respect yet confidence, she requested Mr. Fool’s assistance in obtaining information about a nobleman named Lord Althric. In return, she offered a secret that might pique the man’s interest. Silence hung in the air as Mr. Fool listened to Audrey's offer. Beneath his eerie makeup, a faint smile formed. The man, with a calm and cold demeanor, stated that the price for any information he provided was always equal to its value. Audrey responded with nothing but a smile, unfazed even in the presence of someone so enigmatic. Their meeting was the beginning of a dangerous game, where every word spoken carried unseen risks. Beneath the polite exchange of words, they measured each other's strength, fully aware that in this world, information was the deadliest weapon.

Armed with a blade too massive for mortal hands and a heart hardened by betrayal, he carves his path through a world bereft of mercy.Driven by rage and vengeance, he battles against forces that seek to consume his very soul. Yet even in the blackest night, faint embers of hope flicker—companions bound by their scars, a woman lost to madness, and a love tainted yet unbroken. Only the strength of one's will can stand against the tides of despair. It is a saga of vengeance, sacrifice, and the cursed path of a warrior who refuses to kneel. But it wasn't always like this. It is tale of a boy, a story that will soon turn into an epic. An epic that will start with just a dream of a boy named Vairagya, or as the world knows him Vulture.

Thong was but an ordinary young man, dwelling in a remote and rustic village far removed from the bustling cities of the world. His father, the man he cherished above all, had always been the guiding light in his life. Though their bond was unbreakable, his father was plagued by a relentless illness that slowly drained the vitality from his body. Day by day, the malady gnawed away at him until, at last, the inevitable came—his father succumbed to its grip. In the wake of his father’s passing, the family’s modest inheritance was cruelly seized by his elder sister, a woman of great power and renown in the nation. She was a prominent figure in the realms of business and influence, her name commanding respect and fear alike. Yet, her heart harbored no love for their father. She took for herself everything their father had intended to share between his children, leaving Thong with nothing but despair. Wrath burned within him, fierce and unrelenting. In the depths of his anguish, he resolved upon an act most unthinkable. Ignoring the weight of law and morality, Thong took his sister’s life. He struck her down amidst her lavish comforts, her husband falling to his blade as well. The joyous life she had built crumbled in an instant, ended by her own brother’s hand. With his deed done, Thong fled to the humble village of his birth, retreating to the small hut where he had grown up. There, he waited in silence, awaiting the retribution that he knew would come. Those he had slain were figures of immense power; he was certain their allies would hunt him down without mercy. Thong sat within the confines of his hut, his heart heavy yet calm. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, but as moments passed, something unfathomable occurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place entirely unfamiliar. The decrepit hut he had known was gone, replaced by a dwelling of intricate craftsmanship and resplendent beauty. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint hum of spiritual energy. Surrounding him was a mountain peak cloaked in thick mist, the heavens above painted with a brilliance he had never seen. His body felt different—stronger, lighter, brimming with an unearthly vitality. Slowly, he came to realize the truth: he was no longer in his own world. Somehow, he had crossed into another realm, one that bore a striking resemblance to the fantastical cultivation tales he had once devoured with fervor. Thong stood there, staring into the endless sky, his heart pounding with both fear and awe. This was a world of immortals, of boundless power and untold possibilities. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.