Shimmer Mlp

By the coast, a hundred-meter Star Gate shimmered with flowing light. Beyond the Star Gate, an army forged of steel stretched as far as the eye could see. Above the Sky Dome, squadrons of fighter jets streaked across, weaving an iron curtain. In the distant ocean, scores of aircraft carriers, destroyers, and frigates dotted the seascape, ready for action. All cannons were aimed at the figure who emerged from the Star Gate. "In the name of the Federation Command Center, I order you to stand down, or what awaits you is total war," said the voice. "War?" Gu Jinlai took a step forward, and his form swelled against the wind, in an instant growing from less than two meters tall to a colossal Chaos Demon God thousands of kilometers high, emitting the brilliance of a white dwarf star from his being, his own gravity causing thunder and lightning, as well as tsunamis and tides within a thousand-mile radius. He looked down... At the war weapons that seemed like toys. He reached out, and a hydrogen bomb fell into his hand. Within him, the electron-degenerate star core released Helium, Helium elements expanded, and the terrifying high temperature instantly caused Deuterium and Tritium, Hydrogen's isotopes, to fuse, the energy bursting forth, forming a blazing white brilliance on the ocean's surface that was like igniting a sun. Before this sun's energy could be released, he clapped his hands together, and the dazzling white, mixed with heat in the billions of degrees, was compressed and sealed within his palms, not a fragment escaping. "I think, you should choose peace." he suggested.

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital In a futuristic metropolis, technology has transcended human imagination. Modified metallic prostheses, intelligent AI companions, brain-embedded neural networks, and sprawling virtual spaces create a world that feels almost magical. Diseases like cancer, once feared, are now trivial thanks to nano-medical robots. Yet beneath these marvels lurks a new threat—a creeping form of cyber-psychosis that erodes minds and souls. Our story follows Kestrel , a former corporate elite turned dissident. With a prosthetic body shimmering in neon light, he roams the city’s dangerous fringes. On a rain-soaked night atop a high-rise, as he surveys a dazzling yet distorted skyline, he asks, “What is capitalism?” This question is both a critique of old social orders and a call to awaken those numbed by high-tech splendor. Soon, Kestrel embarks on a perilous journey into cyberspace with his advanced AI companion, Victoria. In this digital labyrinth, data streams hide secrets; memories can be stolen and identities rewritten, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Together, they uncover a staggering conspiracy: colossal corporations covertly implant neural networks into people’s minds, manipulating thoughts and establishing total control over society. The narrative begins with the chapter “Awakening,” where vivid imagery of neon-lit streets and rain intermingled with laser beams sets a mesmerizing scene. Kestrel’s inner monologue reveals deep discontent with a world that is outwardly vibrant yet internally decaying. He recalls a simpler time while questioning if the human spirit can endure under the dehumanizing grip of technology. Is the cost of progress the loss of our very selves? As events unfold, Kestrel becomes entangled with an underground network orchestrated by corporate elites. This hidden collective arms rebels and exposes the grim truth at humanity’s core. Each cyber intrusion and virtual clash plunges him deeper into isolation and fear, even as Victoria begins to show signs of independent consciousness. Her struggle to blend logic with emerging emotions adds complexity to their mission. Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital is more than a high-octane cyberpunk adventure filled with chases and confrontations; it is a profound exploration of freedom, power, and the nature of reality. As Kestrel’s rebellion and Victoria’s quest for self-awareness ignite a movement, the novel challenges us to question what it means to be truly free in a world where technology is both a tool for progress and a weapon of control. A thrilling journey awaits.

The classroom was already half-full when he arrived. As usual, nobody met his eyes. He slumped into his seat, pulled out his phone, and— The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air—all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh, wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I… what?" "I said no. I’m not interested in whatever quest or destiny you’re selling. Pick someone else." The goddess’s perfect features creased in confusion. "But… but you’ve been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don’t care about your prophecy. I’ve got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world’s issues to the mix. Now unfreeze time and leave me alone." "You don’t understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King’s armies! Millions will die without—" "Sounds like a you problem." He turned back to his phone, though the screen remained frozen like everything else. The goddess’s confusion shifted to anger. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. "You dare dismiss a divine messenger so casually? Perhaps I should demonstrate the gravity of the situation."

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Year 2024, Shanghai's Lujiazui Skyline Lin Santou, a food delivery rider navigating the neon-lit canyons of Shanghai's financial district, never expected his mundane life to intersect with cosmic horror. But when his vision suddenly fractured during a routine delivery, he glimpsed the truth - the so-called cultivators of this world were not ascended beings, but Cthulhu-aligned parasites burrowing beneath human skulls. The ancient bronze sword that had pierced the sun three years ago had not been a meteorite. Its jagged blade, still suspended in the stratosphere, pulsed with eldritch energy that warped reality itself. Those who claimed to have ascended to immortality were merely hosts for the Deep Ones - their neural pathways now conduits for alien consciousness. "Enlightenment is a prison," whispered the spectral figure that materialized before Lin Santou's trembling eyes. The entity's form defied comprehension, its silhouette flickering between human and something far more ancient. "The true cultivation system is a meat grinder. Your so-called 'flying immortals' are nothing but bait for the Old Ones." As the sky above Lujiazui darkened with unnatural storm clouds, Lin Santou's newly awakened Eye of Profound Mysteries burned with forbidden knowledge. Beneath the shimmering holograms of skyscrapers, the city's pulse quickened to a rhythm that matched the throbbing heart of R'lyeh. This was no ordinary conspiracy. The financial district's glass towers concealed temples where bankers chanted eldritch hymns, their stock trades secretly funding the resurrection of pre-human gods. Even the delivery app on his phone pulsed with subliminal sigils - a digital为空白 (blank) that led not to restaurants, but to thresholds between dimensions. Lin Santou's hands shook as he gripped the handlebars of his electric bike. The city he'd always known was a facade. Beneath the surface of Shanghai's relentless modernity churned an ocean of madness, where even the air itself carried the whispers of cosmic predators.

Check out my new novel: My Seven Beautiful Sins! °°°°° In a distant future, seven centuries after the cataclysmic mana storm, the world of Gaïa transformed into a realm infused with magic. The fabric of reality shifted, revealing the manifestation of stats, skills, and levels through ethereal windows, visible to all. A new era emerged, where humanity awoke to the concept of Classes, bestowing upon them unique abilities and the potential for greatness. However, only the truly exceptional would ascend to seize the Throne in this extraordinary Era of Players. Noah uttered profound words, his eyes shimmering with an unearthly force. "Life itself is akin to a prison, but fear not, for I, Death, shall set you free.'' °°° Discord: https://discord.com/invite/qxK8vcpF

I stared at the shimmering stream, my vision blurred by the relentless flow of tears. My chest ached, my frustration bubbling over. "You wouldn't understand!" I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of my pain. "I don’t want to." His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. I whipped around, glaring at him. Rude jerk. I let out a bitter hiss, hugging my arms around myself. "I hate my life." He said nothing. That silence only made it worse. I scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. My life was never perfect, but now... now it can never be." "It doesn’t need to be." His voice was calmer this time, steady. I turned to him, my lip trembling. "Why not? Everyone else gets to be happy. Why can’t I?" His dark eyes softened as he exhaled. "I’m not happy. And I’m far from perfect. We’re just two imperfect people existing in the same timeline." Somehow, his words reached me, settling deep in my heart. I sniffled, forcing a shaky laugh. "Trust me, we’re not even in the same timeline to begin with." His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, as if he saw straight through me. Ignoring my words, he stepped closer. "It’s okay." His voice was almost a whisper. "We can be two imperfect beings in this imperfect world, making imperfect choices." His hand brushed against mine—warm, grounding. "But," he continued, "the most perfect life has been is the time spent with you." My breath hitched. My heart stilled. I blinked up at him, stunned. Shit. I hissed under my breath, looking away. What the hell was I supposed to do with that.. information? *** Ginny was just an ordinary woman—until she woke up in a historical Korean setting as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic fate. Trapped in a world of palace intrigue, power struggles, and an infuriatingly handsome yet equally frustrating man, she must navigate her way through a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. But Ginny refuses to let fate dictate her life. If the script says she’s the villain, then she’ll rewrite her role—one dramatic scene at a time.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

When a shimmering portal tears through the heart of London, disgorging legions of dragon-riding knights and mythical beasts, the United Kingdom faces an unprecedented crisis. Amid the ashes of Buckingham Palace and the rubble of Parliament, Captain Alastair Reid—a battle-scarred veteran of Afghanistan—leads a ragtag coalition of Royal Marines, rogue historians, and disillusioned politicians into the fantastical "Special Region." But this realm of warring elves, scheming sorcerers, and ancient gods is no passive medieval playground. As Reid navigates blood-soaked alliances and geopolitical brinkmanship, he uncovers a chilling truth: the Gate’s creators are watching, and humanity’s survival hinges on a choice—conquer or collaborate.

"Among the shimmering stars, darkness begins to rise… and only one spacefaring cat can stop it!" Astrocat, a mysterious humanoid feline, embarks on a perilous journey across the universe in search of the Reliquim Core, a legendary artifact that holds the key to his forgotten past. But this quest is far from easy! From the deadly jungles of Planet Verdalis, the raging sandstorms of Planet Nebula, to the war-torn infernos of Planet Inferno Prime, Astrocat faces countless challenges. Alongside Luna, a valiant warrior from the Sky Kingdom, and Astrodog, a ruthless war commander turned rival, they hunt for the ancient relics that could either save or doom the entire universe. But the greatest threat is not the monstrous creatures lurking in the shadows of the galaxy. The Void, a sinister entity controlling the darkness, is preparing to awaken Dimention, a reality-consuming force capable of erasing entire worlds in an instant. As the truth about Astrocat’s destiny and his connection to the cosmic artifacts begins to unravel, a choice must be made… Will Astrocat save the galaxy, or will he become part of its destruction? An action-packed intergalactic adventure filled with epic battles, cosmic mysteries, and the fate of the universe hanging in the balance!

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...

Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges. Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale. But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate. ***** ~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~ The closer I got, the more I realized it was a full grown naked man. What? A man? How was the dragon a man? Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of him. What was wrong with me? Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood? Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible. “Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. He was breathtaking! His lashes were white and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color. “Ingrid,” he breathed out my name and my eyes widened in wonder at the fact that he knew my name.

Neko entered the world as a fragile soul, his delicate frame and frail constitution making him an easy target for ridicule. From the moment he could walk, whispers and jeers followed him like shadows. But amidst the cruelty, there was one unwavering light—his sister, Nakemi. With her bunny-like features, soft ears twitching at every sound, she stood as his fierce protector, shielding him from the world’s harshness. While others saw weakness, Nakemi saw strength in her brother, a quiet resilience that others were too blind to notice. The world itself was once ordinary, until the day an ancient god, seething with rage, unleashed a curse upon the land. The curse twisted reality, warping people into hybrids of myth and beast. Some grew wings, others sprouted tails, and a rare few were gifted with extraordinary powers. Chaos reigned as the mutated struggled to adapt, and monstrous creatures, born of the curse, roamed the land with a singular purpose: destruction. In the midst of this turmoil, Emperor Shang-hi rose as a beacon of order. He summoned all those who had been granted powers, forming an elite team to protect the kingdom. With their combined strength, he erected a colossal resistance shield, a shimmering barrier that safeguarded the land from the horrors beyond. His son, Prince Han, was among the chosen—a natural leader with a commanding presence and a power that radiated like the sun. He was tasked with leading the team, though his heart harbored a secret he dared not reveal: a growing affection for Neko, the frail boy with angelic wings and a quiet determination. Neko’s mutation had transformed him in ways no one could have predicted. From his back sprouted pristine white wings, soft as clouds and radiant with an otherworldly glow. A golden halo hovered above his head, and a third eye, mysterious and all-seeing, appeared on his forehead. Yet, despite these divine features, his body remained fragile, his strength limited. His sister, Nakemi, had become a nimble bunny-girl, her agility and speed unmatched, but her protective instincts toward Neko only grew stronger. When Neko joined the power sect, he was thrust into a world of rigorous training. Swords, bows, and other weapons became his daily companions. To everyone’s surprise, Neko showed an aptitude for the bow, his aim precise and steady, and a modest skill with the sword. But his teammates were far from kind. They mocked his slender frame, taunted his weakness, and dismissed him as a liability. Only Prince Han saw beyond the surface, his admiration for Neko’s quiet perseverance deepening with each passing day. As the team trained and prepared for the battles ahead, the threat of the cursed monsters loomed ever closer. These creatures, twisted and malevolent, sought only to destroy, their very existence a testament to the ancient god’s wrath. Neko, despite his physical limitations, carried a resolve that burned brighter than any flame. He would prove himself, not just to his teammates, but to the world—and perhaps, in doing so, he would uncover the true extent of the power hidden within his fragile form. The stage was set for a tale of courage, love, and redemption, where the weakest would rise to become the strongest, and where the bonds of family and loyalty would be tested against the darkness of a cursed world.

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

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 Website: indrascans.site Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

Kael was an ordinary young man, living a monotonous life in his world until the day he woke up in **Eryndor**, a realm where magic flows through glowing crystals and the sky shimmers in shades of purple and gold. With no memory of how he got there, he discovers he is the only one who can sense the energy of these crystals—a power that could either save or destroy the world. Guided by **Lira**, a sarcastic and mysterious warrior, Kael embarks on a dangerous journey to unravel the secrets of Eryndor. Meanwhile, the **Order of Shadows**, a powerful and sinister organization, is determined to capture him, believing he is the key to controlling the realm's magic. As Kael learns to harness his newfound abilities, he must face shadowy creatures, unexpected betrayals, and his own unknown past. What he doesn’t know is that his arrival in Eryndor was no accident—he was **called** to fulfill an ancient prophecy, and the fate of the realm rests in his hands. In a world where magic is fading and the crystals are being corrupted, Kael will have to choose: save Eryndor or return home. But in a place where nothing is as it seems, the line between hero and villain may be thinner than he imagines.

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

At this moment, Liora stood in a fiery, form-fitting mini skirt, unabashedly flaunting her smooth, fair legs. Her chestnut hair, resembling seaweed, cascaded in soft curls. As her gaze flicked to the side, her eyes shimmered with a seductive allure. The dance floor was a chaotic swirl of bodies, yet she moved fluidly with the crowd, her body twisting and swaying with abandon...

Once upon a time, in a quiet little village nestled between rolling green hills, lived a young girl named Lila. She had a heart full of dreams and a soul that danced with curiosity. But what made Lila special was her ability to find beauty in the simplest of things. Every morning, she would wake up before the sun rose and run to the meadow behind her cottage. There, she would sit by the old oak tree, watching the sky change colors as the sun painted it with shades of pink and gold. She listened to the whispers of the wind and the cheerful songs of the birds, feeling as though the world was speaking to her in a language only she could understand. One day, as she wandered deeper into the forest, she stumbled upon a wounded little bird with shimmering blue feathers. Its tiny wing was broken, and it chirped weakly. Without hesitation, Lila gently scooped it up and carried it home. She tended to its wound with care, feeding it and keeping it warm until, day by day, it grew stronger. During this time, Lila and the bird formed a special bond. She named it Azul, after the color of its feathers. Azul would perch on her shoulder as she sang to it, and in return, it would chirp melodiously, as if thanking her for her kindness. Then, the day came when Azul was strong enough to fly again. Lila knew in her heart that it was time to set him free, though the thought saddened her. With tears in her eyes but a smile on her face, she carried Azul to the meadow and opened her hands. "Go on, Azul," she whispered, "the sky is yours." Azul fluttered his wings and took flight, circling above her as if hesitating. Then, with one last chirp, he soared high into the sky, disappearing beyond the horizon. Though Lila missed him, she felt a warmth in her heart, knowing she had given him a second chance at life. From that day on, every time she sat under the oak tree, a shimmering blue bird would appear, singing the sweetest song. And Lila knew—it was Azul, coming back to remind her that kindness always finds its way back home.

He sat up, his body—no, this body—responding with a fluid grace that startled him. His hands, clawed and shimmering with faint iridescence, flexed instinctively. He stared at them, a mix of awe and dread curling in his gut. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t human. And yet, it was. The flesh he wore felt alive, pulsing with a strange energy, as if it carried the weight of galaxies in its sinews.

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

At this moment, Liora stood in a fiery, form-fitting mini skirt, unabashedly flaunting her smooth, fair legs. Her chestnut hair, resembling seaweed, cascaded in soft curls. As her gaze flicked to the side, her eyes shimmered with a seductive allure. The dance floor was a chaotic swirl of bodies, yet she moved fluidly with the crowd, her body twisting and swaying with abandon...

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.

In a world that seems perfectly ordinary, Leon has lived with a secret for as long as he can remember—a Super Analytical System embedded in his mind. With this system, he can copy, modify, and recreate objects and technology simply by analyzing them. But with no real threats in the world, Leon has only ever used it for trivial things—replicating recipes, fixing broken gadgets, or occasionally outsmarting his professors. Until the sky split open. They came without warning. Not just extraterrestrials, but something far worse—hunters. They weren’t here for conquest or diplomacy. They were here for something specific. And the first trace of it appeared right in Leon’s backyard—a single drop of blood, shimmering unnaturally under the moonlight. Driven by curiosity, Leon activated his system and analyzed the blood. The results changed everything: DNA: Unidentified. Biological structure beyond human understanding. Energy Signature Detected. New system activation—“Genesis Protocol” initiated. Threat Level: Critical. Non-human entities have marked this location. Prepare for combat. That night, Leon’s world shattered. He was no longer just a man with a simple analytical ability. He had access to something even the invaders feared. And now, they were coming for him.

Amidst the beauty of the sunrise in Sanur, the dance of the waves in Uluwatu, and the lingering scent of incense at Pura Besakih, Bali holds more than just natural allure—it holds untold stories. Beneath the shadows of ancient temples and the mighty roar of the Indian Ocean, Ni Made Ayu Sarasvati Dewi, a graceful Balinese dancer, is bound by a sacred vow passed down through generations—she must marry the man chosen by her ancestors, a Balinese man selected according to tradition. On this island of the gods, a forbidden love grows between the traces of sand and the whispers of the tropical breeze. In the shimmering city lights of Seminyak, beneath the lush frangipani trees in Ubud, or by the serene shores of Jimbaran, a long-silent heart begins to beat once more. However, Ayu's heart does not belong to the man destined for her. Instead, she is drawn to Daniel Laurante Whitmore, a young heir to a European real estate empire who has come to Bali not only to indulge in its exotic beauty but also to acquire the sacred land where Ayu and her ancestors have lived for centuries. Moreover, he is a photographer, captivated by the island’s rich cultural heritage, capturing its essence through his lens. Their brief encounter ignites an unexpected passion—one that carries both desire and an inescapable curse. When love and tradition collide, Ayu faces an impossible choice: to honor the vow engraved in her heritage or to risk everything for a love deemed forbidden. What begins as a tense confrontation slowly transforms into an undeniable passion. Daniel is drawn not only to the island’s breathtaking beauty but also to Ayu—the woman who fights to protect her legacy from the grasp of his own family’s business. But will the secrets carried by Bali’s whispering winds find their own way? Or will this love remain nothing more than a fleeting echo, lost amid the endless roar of the waves?

In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world. But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows. Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts. A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?

Evan Holt, a 32-year-old London IT grunt, was chasing glitches when a storm cut his story short. Then he’s back, a squalling kid in Valthorne—a planet that’s all jagged peaks, shimmering waters, and air thick with marvels. Dropped into a blacksmith’s rough-and-tumble world in a backwater village, he’s still got that sharp mind ticking, itching to mess with the way things work.