Church Of Love Creation Diablo

[Advertencia: R18+] Cuando el Odio se transforma en Amor... y la Venganza en Pasión... ¿Elegirá empezar de nuevo con ella? El alma de Phantomflake se separó de su cuerpo después de suicidarse frente a su enemigo, Nathan Sparks, el Líder Supremo de la Mafia de Syphiruz. Despertó solo para descubrir que su cuerpo (que estaba en estado de coma) estaba siendo retenido por Nathan '¡el Diablo!', quien intentaba prolongar su vida. ¿Y cuál era su motivo? ¡Matarla con su propia mano y torturarla hasta la muerte! Nathan siente un profundo resentimiento contra Phantomflake, ya que ella fue quien asesinó a la persona más preciada en su vida. ¡Él quería venganza! Y las cosas se volvieron más emocionantes cuando una criatura mágica apareció frente al alma de Phantom, dándole una misión ridícula a cambio de recuperar su cuerpo. —¡Haz que se enamore de ti en 100 días! —dijo la criatura voladora, señalando con sus pequeñas patas a Nathan, quien se mantenía inexpresivo junto a su cama. Con los ojos muy abiertos, Phantomflake hizo una cara de '¡debes estar bromeando!' a la criatura voladora. ¡De ninguna manera! ¡Eso es una misión imposible! Este tipo la detestaba mucho. ¿Cómo iba a hacer eso??! ****** Extracto: Nathan la agarró por el cuello. —No juegues conmigo, Phantomflake. —La fría voz de Nathan resonó dentro de la habitación, sus ojos ardían de ira. Pero Phantomflake solo sonrió con suficiencia, presionando sus manos contra su pecho, sus dedos lo provocaban. —No puedes matarme, Nate. Admítelo. Ya te has enamorado de mí. Con un movimiento rápido, Phantomflake jaló su camisa, cerrando la distancia entre ellos mientras aplastaba sus labios contra los de él. Sorprendentemente, Nathan se encontró respondiendo a ella. ¡Perdió! No pudo resistirse a ella. ===== Soy dueño de la portada del libro Artista: Bea Cortez Únete al servidor del autor para obtener actualizaciones y anuncios sobre el libro. Enlace de Discord: https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

Chen Xiaoyun, an orphan from Guangzhou, China, once met a girl who looked remarkably like him. Before he could learn more about her, a deadly virus was unleashed around the globe. Humans turned into creatures straight out of video games and movies, and zombies and mutants roamed the streets with no one to stop them. From tanks to jockeys to even invisible zombies and mutated dogs. The mutations are just endless. "Why is there a zombie apocalypse just as I find my family? And why can I suddenly create things from thin air?" Will Xiaoyun survive the chaos with the new people he meets along the way? Will he use his newfound abilities to bring peace to a devastated world? Or perhaps he will just take another nap in the bed like a lazy pig—— "Shut up. How am I supposed to do anything when you keep throwing women at me?" ____________ Author's note: The main character grows as the story develops. Although he's very naive from the beginning, he matures a lot as the story progresses. There is no NTR or Yuri unless you consider the main character's woman sharing his 'stuff' in a threesome as Yuri, in which case I have nothing for you. Some of the love interests are related to the main character. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3

Yafi Karlfarn suddenly awakens in the body of a stranger named Vale Zorca, in a strange world styled after the Victorian era. With his head pounding, a mysterious system activates within him—granting unfamiliar powers and dragging him into a conflict he doesn’t yet understand. This world is far more than just unfamiliar. Relics, spells, spirits, and sorcery intertwine with everyday life. The underworld has begun to rise to the surface, while humans seek to descend into its depths. In a reality turned upside down, Yafi must uncover the truth: Who was Vale Zorca… and why is his soul now bound to this body?

Mitch got teleported to another world where mana is present and its potential use is infinite. The world is in a full-time war against corruption. With his cheat [Creation system ★★★★★★★★★★], Mitch is destined for greatness. Leveling up, fighting creatures, exploring dungeons, finding companions, dealing with betrayals, building his own city... he strives to advance further, a never ending thirst for more power.

For Thyme, a university student wrestling with a profound fear of rejection and a fractured past, life is a constant puzzle. But when an unexpected escape alongside the magnetic, infuriating Meta leads them to a shared, tearful déjà vu at Hua Hin Beach, the puzzle shatters, hinting at a connection that defies explanation and an echo of forgotten emotions. As Thyme is flung through time, jolting between his chaotic present and the perilous underworld of the 1990s, he uncovers a startling revelation: he and Meta were once secretly entwined, their deep bond mysteriously severed by an unseen hand. In the present, Meta stumbles upon his father's hidden secrets: a mysterious notebook and an old telephone. The notebook reveals cryptic pleas from a Meta in the 1990s, desperately urging him to save Thyme from a deadly fate that will unfold in the future, hinting that the timeline itself hangs in the balance, shifting with their actions. Meanwhile, the old telephone, used by Meta in his high school days before a selective amnesia veiled his memories concerning Thyme, becomes a conduit to the past. Through it, the Meta of today unknowingly communicates with the time-traveling Thyme of the past, sparking a hidden relationship that flourishes. Yet, an envious shadow lurks, plotting an accident to separate them, erasing crucial memories and fracturing their bond. Now, caught between the passionate, forbidden romance with a charismatic yet terrifying Mafia heir—the 90s version of Meta—and the undeniable pull towards the Meta of today, whose quiet intensity stirs a forgotten ache in his soul, Thyme faces an agonizing choice. With time, memory, and reality blurring into a dangerous labyrinth, Thyme must not only confront the shadowy forces that conspired to tear them apart but also decide: is the love he feels for two Metas a cruel echo, a fated reunion spanning lifetimes, or something far more complex? Can he reclaim a lost history, or will the very act of remembering shatter his present and all hope for a future?

In a world where gods have long vanished and cultivation reigns supreme, Shen Ziyan, a humble village boy, stumbles upon a severed hand—not just any hand, but one brimming with an unfathomable power, belonging to a Supreme God of Creation. From that moment on, his fate is forever changed. As ancient forces stir and hidden sects seek the remnants of divine power, Ziyan is thrust into a world of ruthless cultivators, forgotten legacies, and celestial conspiracies. His newfound strength grants him abilities beyond mortal comprehension, but it also marks him as a target for those who would stop at nothing to claim such power. With no sect to protect him and no master to guide him, Ziyan must forge his own path—one that will take him across grand cultivation realms, ancient ruins of lost civilizations, and battlefields where immortals once waged war. But the deeper he delves into his newfound power, the more he begins to question: Was the hand a blessing, or a curse? And if a god’s hand alone could shake the heavens—what happened to the rest of the body? As enemies close in and secrets unravel, Shen Ziyan embarks on an epic journey to uncover the truth of his power, ascend beyond the limits of cultivation, and defy the very heavens themselves. The path to divinity is paved with blood. And in the end, Ziyan will either rise as a god— -or fall like The ones before him.

He died in chains, his blood drained drop by drop by the same empire that feared him. But death wasn’t the end. When Zephyr Valen awakens in a world bathed in blood and ruin, something ancient stirs inside him—a system whispering madness and godhood: > “Crimson Creation System initializing… Welcome, Progenitor.” Now reborn as the first Vampire of Creation, Zephyr can forge weapons, rewrite bloodlines, even craft life itself. But every creation demands a price—Blood Essence, Lust, or Souls. The old world branded him a monster. Now, he’ll build a new one—out of gods, women, and corpses. But dark forces are watching. He wasn’t the first Crimson Progenitor. And the last one tried to erase existence. --- Power. Lust. Rebirth. Betrayal. He will either become the god of a new world… or destroy the last one.

A man wakes up in a S-rank boss room, he has no memories of himself. He is rescued by a S-rank party Who take him in as one of their own. He doesn't understand why they took him in yet he is determined to protect them no matter the cost.. The world fears him as no common man can survive in the S rank boss room, he is now an outcast. An outcast with limitless potential and never ending power . As so his journey across the world begins hunting monsters, saving people yet a tragedy is certain to fall upon them Can he save the world and his world?

In the newly created world of Exiastgardsun, the elf goddess Lucretia births 12 elf children from the Mana Tree, each with unique personalities and abilities. Raised together, they grow from mischievous toddlers into skilled young adventurers. As they mature, they train in combat, craft personalized weapons, and develop distinct roles (healer, sniper, mage, etc.). Led by curiosity and camaraderie, they leave their home to explore the wider world, encountering dwarves, centaurs, beastfolk, and humans. Their journey is filled with battles (some deadly, but always revived), inventions (like magic bags), absurd chess matches (Fahleena is a turbo-charged chuunibyou queen who treats every chess match like an intergalactic war), and deepening bonds. Despite their quirks, rivalries, and chaotic moments, the 12 siblings grow stronger as a party, each slowly coming into their own as future heroes of Exiastgardsun. This world is ridiculous, beautiful, and very possibly doomed (but it’s going down with style). hopefully. (author note: I made this story for my friends in mig33 Final_Fantasy chatroom. thank you all. love you.)

In a quiet world, Adam lived his life peacefully but it all changed when he woke up in an hospital bed with the ability..... Creation Of All Things Armed with this Overpowered ability, watch how Adam would uncover the truth of his world and beyond..

An ordinary office worker and social outcast, uncertain of the purpose of her own existence, meets an untimely end in a mysterious explosion. Just when she believes everything has come to an end, a voice calls out to her from the void. It may mark the beginning of a new journey, where the end of her former life grants her a renewed sense of purpose. English isn't my primary, secondary, or even tertiary language. Nevertheless, I've made an effort to share my story

Un amor condenado desde el principio, una causa perdida, una batalla perdida, y aún así, ninguno de los dos corazones está dispuesto a rendirse hasta el final. Arlan Cromwell, el epítome del perfecto Príncipe Heredero. Todo lo que quiere es vivir una vida normal como un humano pero la vida de un dragón no tiene nada de normal. Solo tiene un objetivo: encontrar a su prometida fugitiva y decapitarla. ¿Qué sucede cuando descubre que la mujer que ha conquistado su corazón es la que juró matar? Oriana, la Herbolario, disfrazándose de hombre, ha pasado toda su vida huyendo sin saber de qué huye. Cuando los misterios de su pasado la atrapan lentamente, no tiene a quién acudir... excepto a Arlan. Pero cuando se entera de que el hombre al que le ha entregado su corazón es el mismo hombre que quiere matarla, ¿cómo puede aceptar la cruel mano que la vida le ha dado? Dos personas con secretos que guardar, identidades que ocultar y respuestas que encontrar. Cuando cierta oscuridad amenaza con llevarse a Oriana, ¿el Dragón podrá proteger a su pareja? Extracto: —Si supiera que eres mi prometida, te habría matado en el mismo momento en que nos conocimos. —¡Si supiera que estaba comprometida contigo, me habría matado antes de que tú me mataras! Sacó una daga y se la ofreció. —No es demasiado tarde. Simplemente corta tu garganta con esto y sangrarás sin dolor. Ella aceptó el cuchillo, sus dedos apretaban con fuerza el mango. Al siguiente momento, él estaba presionado contra la pared y el cuchillo estaba en el lado derecho de su cuello. —¿Qué tal si lo pruebo contigo primero, mi prometido? —Siéntete libre de intentarlo. Pero cuando falles, este cuchillo primero probará la sangre de tu abuelo, luego la tuya. La ira se levantó en sus ojos, y al siguiente momento, la sangre fluyó por el lado derecho de su cuello. Ella cortó lo suficientemente profundo como para cortar un importante vaso sanguíneo. —No deberías haberme desafiado —dijo ella con desdén—. Y se echó hacia atrás, esperando que él colapsara. Simplemente sonrió y pasó su dedo por la profunda herida en su cuello. —Parece que has fallado. Observó cómo la herida de su cuello se curaba por sí sola y se sintió impactada hasta los huesos. —Tú... ¿qué eres? —¿Adivinas?

When Nischal, an ordinary boy from a chaotic household, is struck by tragedy, his soul is swept into the afterrealm—where the dead are judged, sorted, and offered a single chance at rebirth through the Divine Trial of Ascension. But fate, as always, mocks him. While others are granted powerful blessings to control flame, lightning, or space, Nischal is given nothing more than a Tier 0 ability: > Cosmic Learner — the power to learn from the souls of the fallen, once a month. Mocked by the Yama Dutas and pitied by the Grim Reaper himself, Nischal’s path seems cursed. He cannot even return to life until he completes his first divine learning. His first teacher? A forgotten mind from 130 years ago—Nikola Tesla, the last spark of a world that never understood him. As Nischal dives into memories of the dead, he uncovers a forgotten order of divine abilities, a secret war among the gods, and a power locked within creation itself—not of destruction, but of becoming.

A world created by James Rolten's hands. Not divine hand but typed out in 1s and 0s with mortal flesh. A world which James's soul is left in an endless cycle of possession. Falling into the bodies of the characters he put his heart into crafting, but the world of Tales of Aether is not his playground. He is falling over and over endlessly, with his memories blocked, and an objective unbeknownst to him. Taking over the body of the final villain, the greatest assassin and kingmaker of his time, Ashton Whey. What lays at the end of his journey... godhood? Or maybe it is simple immortality via science unexplainable. Only the Genesis Engine he created to run his games holds that answer.

When renowned game developer Giri meets his untimely end, he awakens as twelve-year-old Vel in the magical realm of Aeonalus—his own creation. Five hundred years have passed since he crafted the world, and Vel finds himself in the village of Oakhaven, facing threats that have evolved beyond his original designs. Determined to protect those he now loves, Vel embarks on a journey of self-discovery and courage, uncovering the true power of his past decisions and the weight of responsibility as he fights for his new reality.

Perfect human trying to live a normal life.

Sarah Ellis, daughter of Marston’s new pastor, believes she has her life all figured out: Serve God, teach Sunday school, and become a spiritual leader in a town still marked by tragedy. But on the very first day of class, amid the emotional wreckage left behind by a devastating tornado, someone barges into her sacred world—a new girl, bold, athletic, with fire in her eyes and a fearless heart. While the other students fade into dull shades of gray, the new girl shines. And without even trying, she awakens in Sarah a storm far more intense than any natural disaster. What happens when what you feel contradicts everything you believe in? What if love shows up disguised as a divine test? In this story—charged with tenderness, tension, and moments that are painfully real—an emotional journey begins through faith, longing, and identity. Sarah is about to learn that the most profound changes don’t always come from the heavens…sometimes they walk right past you in the school hallway.

When the bronze giant coffin floats in the chaotic lead mercury, and the Pangu stone axe splits open the time cage, the truth of the cocoon killing battle spanning billions of years is revealed in the primordial universe. In the cracks of the Three Ancient Laws, the frozen ancient, the crazy ancient, and the lingering ancient eternal strangulation. The ancient world is like transparent amber, with all things frozen in perfect form, dominating the 'empty skeleton of the ancient' and becoming an empty shell in stillness; In ancient times, it was like a boiling vortex of flesh and blood, with all things undergoing disordered fission. The "Mother of Ten Thousand Transformations" sang a hymn of destruction through the nebula of flesh and blood; In ancient times, like remnants of candles in the wind, the "Fire Council" pieced together a home in the cracks. The Xuan awakened from the bronze giant coffin is the "residue of time" formed by the fusion of Pangu blood and cocoon silk, which can switch between the three ancient forms. He bears the truth: Pangu's opening of the sky was actually cutting towards the 'cocoon of time', and the primordial world was just sand and dust in the cocoon. In the journey of the ancient empty city, the ancient demon cave, and the ancient ruins, Xuan finally faced a choice: to slay the old corpses or refine the laws to rebuild freedom. When the Three Ancient Laws burst out of the body, is it a new cage or truly eternal? This is a prehistoric epic that combines law confrontation, civilized speculation, and individual redemption.

In the world of cultivation where many strong cultivators exists but whar exactly is "strong"? being able to shape the law as you desire? being able to protect your loved ones? being strong enough to survive or being strong enough to defy the rules of heavens? these all are merely desires of cultivators who cultivate to achieve their goals but what's the true essence of cultivation? The true essence of cultivation lies in the cultivator, they might be saying they are cultivating to fulfill their certain goals but deep inside their dao heart they are cultivating because that's what living beings are supposed to do, not because they are afraid of losing something or afraid of dying but they are afraid of not cultivating. In this type of world where cultivation has no end nor the realms, a primodial creator who has disappeared from the world suddenly releases his breath to let the world know that he is not dead yet and he is now coming back for everything, not revenge nor power but to question the heavens!

A multiverseal Saga of a Conquerer. from a exiled being to a being that can reshape existence of the creation

An orphaned Demi god vowes to strengthen himself for revenge from his murdered father

The battle that cross millennium leaving fracture time and echo of dissolution The legacies of Fallen Gods are for the taking,The tower that reaches the heaven and beyond which is the key to the true ascension As the line are drawn and whispered untold,Where Ancient's some Sealed and some Slumbering lies unseen. As the remainant of the"Ages Of Chaos " reawakens choosing Champions, ordaining apostle and creating believers The battleline line has been drawn stillness but not peace, A single tip in the scale and all loose balance but in all there's a paradox an unseen anomaly among anomalies Walks with strides that anger the gods and it being that does not move by known laws governing existence. "AN ENIGMA" “In the era when Authority devours Authority, When thrones rot and stars whisper surrender, A shadow not born, not created, not destined… Will step beyond what 'is'.” > It shall not be forged by chaos, nor refined by order. It shall not grow by blood, nor rise from ruin. It will break the patterns — not by power, But by refusing to have a final form. Join on this thrilling Adventure as the journey unfolds

It's recommended you read through Book 1 (Creation: The Wolves That Are Us) before this, however Book 2 could also be read first without the knowledge of Book 1, you'd be missing out on references and character reveals but that's all. This isn't a tale depicted from the recent past, this story doesn't head towards a new future. Instead this story looks towards a memory, the recorded events that have already occurred. There may be some old faces, some more memorable than another. You may remember some of these but, understand this...there's nothing like experiencing something for yourself, maybe something wasn't told right. Or perhaps, you'll learn of someone new, someone who's had a hand throughout this play but hasn't yet shown their face. This could tell you the origin of the gods, the origin of the world or even the beginning of time. But for this story we're going to look at something more simple, something undiluted and yet to be touched by the hands of the divine. A human. The name that would soon spring fear through the ones that reside within the realms, both the mortal and the immortal. Now look towards the human...the storm shaped by the beast and motivated by the serpent.

In a world buried in ash, where the gods are dead and monsters roam, one ruined church still stands. Eli, a quiet boy raised in its silence, finds a relic bound by blood… and the devil sealed inside it. The Devil doesn't offer salvation. It offers vengeance. Now hunted by cults and exorcists, Eli must choose: Will he become the last priest of a forgotten god… or the first demon king of a new age?