Coco Bandicoot Stench

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

… At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village steeped only in the air of misery and the stench of death. He was far from ordinary though – for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many things, yet it gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his fate was sealed, destined to die like other children who succumbed to illness or starvation, then left him there alone. However, everything changed the day his village was attacked by unknown people. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, the attackers returned, searching for what they called "A breath that was left." Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur – six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Ryxhaton Empire. Then without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with danger, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El’s must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past – before it consumes all of him. … This novel is entirely work of fiction. The names, characters, and incident portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised. ...

The world around me lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of what once was, my hand squelched in the thick, dark liquid that stained the cracked pavement—blood, pooling from the fallen, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded. Buildings, once towering symbols of human achievement, now stood as skeletal remains, their shattered windows resembling empty eyes staring into the abyss. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and despair, mingling with the acrid smoke that still curled from the remnants of pink fires still burning brightly . Strangely everywhere was silent, as i searched for a sign of life in this hellish landscape, searching for any sign of life or hope. Every shadow felt like a threat, and every sound made my heart race. In this world, weakness was the greatest sin. As I looked down at my chest only to see it peirced by a metal rod and my leg twisted as if ensuring i wouldn't try to walk, i was filled with so much pain that i couldn't think straight as my mind was filled with the death of my parents and the destruction that seems to echo around me. Only the remnants of my humanity and the pain that I was feeling that was judging my presence in this broken reality. I wanted to stay alive i truly did, but the weight of the image of my blood-soaked dead bodies of my parents lingered in my mind, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that had consumed us all. Thinking back I thought 'what has led to this.'

The stench of decay, thick and suffocating, wrapped Elian’s life like an endless nightmare. A young man forged among mountains of trash, where dreams died before they were born. His only companion was his will to survive, an unrelenting force that pushed him to face each day in the battle against hunger and death. One day, among the discarded remains, he found a golden doorknob, shining with an ironic mockery in the midst of desolation. When he placed it on the door of his bathroom, he opened more than just a threshold: he unleashed a darkness that did not belong to this world, and with it, the beginning of a horror beyond his understanding...

… At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village steeped only in the air of misery and the stench of death. He was far from ordinary though – for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many things, yet it gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his fate was sealed, destined to die like other children who succumbed to illness or starvation, then left him there alone. However, everything changed the day his village was attacked by unknown people. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, the attackers returned, searching for what they called "A breath that was left." Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur – six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Ryxhaton Empire. Then without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with danger, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El’s must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past – before it consumes all of him. … This novel is entirely work of fiction. The names, characters, and incident portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised. ...

New to this world, Zhao Lun stumbles upon an old newspaper that tells the story of a legendary captain. As he delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers the existence of strange creatures—traces of vampires and werewolves, a viral outbreak, an alien invasion, and superheroes striving to save the world. Seizing control of the Divine Kingdom, Zhao Lun rises from his humble beginnings and embarks on an immortal journey that will reshape his fate.

How far would you go for love?

The sugary sweet life of the beautiful young Miss Asher. Plunged into wealth and riches, while growing under an umbrella shade from the stench of poverty and struggles. The Riechard family's lovely little Miss, who grew absent from her parents love; from a young age living under the Reichard family household. She waxed quickly older with time. Becoming a woman of noble virtues and good characters. Graduating from a top institute of medicine and a perfect fiance who loves and pampers her along with his family. Her world came to crash, when false news flies all over the city. Showcasing her life; painted as immoral and loose virtue, tarnishing the perfect image and reputation once built. Pushed from the once family that raised her, canceling her engagement proposal and left devastated. ----- A rainy night in Tyle city. The silhouette of a petite woman walked under the rain in the empty street, amidst the heavy beating and showering droplets. She dragged her weary herself through the cold and judging streets fully drenched as a lifeless corpse pushed around. Her clothes stuck to her from the rain, with eyes devoid of an actual sight. Crossing the deserted roads across the street, when a car collided into her, falling unconscious on the wet road. Asher opens her eyes, slowly to the soft warmth around her, feeling like death had taken her; only to see an intravenous inserted in her hands and beside her bed a man stood there holding a paper. " Miss, my boss saved your life. In exchange he wants a marriage contract with you. "

The story follows Ryu Kento, a high school student who longs for a meaningful relationship but has never been able to get into one. He struggles with the emotional scars left by his abusive parents who abandoned him, leaving him to live alone in a small apartment. Ryu experiences vivid, recurring dreams of a faceless girl. In these dreams, she beckons him toward something mysterious, and over time, her face begins to reveal itself bit by bit, deepening the intrigue and emotional connection. These dreams create an atmosphere of sadness, tied to Ryu's past, as he finds himself longing for a bond he’s never truly had in real life. As the story progresses, a romance unfolds with the faceless girl, who turns out to be a transfer student at Ryu’s school. Alongside this growing connection, Ryu has two close friends at school who will play a significant role later in the story, supporting him through his struggles and helping him navigate the complexities of love, friendship, and healing. The story blends elements of romance, mystery, and emotional depth, with hints of sadness as Ryu comes to terms with his past and begins to uncover the truth about the faceless girl in his dreams.

In a world ravaged by seven years of relentless war, nations have crumbled and civilization teeters on the brink of extinction. The relentless Shadow Army, led by ancient and malevolent gods, has brought death and devastation, reducing once-proud cities to ruins. Amidst this chaos, a desperate alliance known as the Frontier emerges, uniting the remnants of humanity, demons, elves, and angels in a final bid for suvival. As the war grinds to a bloody stalemate, Alexander, a soldier haunted by the brutal realities of conflict, finds himself in the fortified city of Pingyao. Here, he encounters Dr. Jin, a mad scientist whose eccentric genius might hold the key to turning the tide. Dr. Jin reveals the harrowing history of the Shadow Gods and the legendary Eight Blades forged to that could destroy the universe and make everything cease to exist but also rewrite it. Where the clash of steel and gun powered echoes through desolate landscapes and the cries of the fallen pierce the air like daggers, brutality reigns supreme. Blood flows freely, staining the earth crimson as warriors meet in deadly combat, their every strike infused with the raw fury of battle. Amidst the chaos, Alexander stands as a soldier, his sword cut down foes. Each blow he delivers is rage of violence, cutting through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Limbs are severed, bodies rent asunder, as Alexander's wrath knows no bounds. Doing the great battle 7 years ago against Azrael, Eve mysteriously disappeared in turn cause the apocalypse. Across the wasteland, survivors cuts a swath of destruction upon one another, blood flowing like river with the bodies of men, women, and children, with each day leaving a trail of carnage. As the battle rages on, the intensity of the violence only grows, each combatant driven by a primal urge to survive at any cost. Bodies pile up like cordwood, the stench of death hanging heavy in the air as the clash of steel continues unabated. In this crucible of bloodshed, there is no room for mercy or remorse. Only the strong survive, their will forged in the fires of war, their hearts hardened by the brutality of combat. And in the end, only the victor will emerge from the fray, their triumph measured in the bodies of the fallen. by ancient grudges, "Lost Honor" follows the journey of Eve, a once-powerful warrior stripped of her abilities and thrust into a conflict of cosmic proportions. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals, Eve grapples with lost memories and the burden of mortality, haunted by the ghosts of her past. Amidst the chaos, a mysterious figure known as Erebus plots to conquer Earth, unveiling a sinister plan that could spell doom for all. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Eve must confront her own demons and forge unlikely alliances in a desperate bid to save humanity. As old enemies resurface and new threats emerge, Alexander & Eve's journey becomes a relentless horror of tragedies of blood and death.

Lukas's life takes an unexpected turn when a stranger, Claire, moves into his home as an exchange student. Initially annoyed by her presence and their tense interactions, Lukas's attempts to maintain his usual routine are constantly interrupted by Claire's unpredictable behavior. Despite the friction between them, the pair develop a peculiar, grudging connection as they navigate awkward conversations, personal quirks, and unexpected situations together. As Lukas struggles with his growing irritation and Claire's boldness, a deeper understanding begins to form, though neither fully acknowledges the subtle shift in their relationship. Tension, humor, and frustration intertwine in their unusual cohabitation.

Night Breaker is the first entry in the Night Stories Series. The remaining family of four brothers move to their late mother's childhood home following the death of their parents. Looking to discover healing in the family, the four brothers will discover that there lies a curse in this old native American town. A curse filled with pain, grief and the gory stench of vengeance. This family must pull together in order to figure out how to escape the vicious claws of the Night Breaker. Though they will soon learn that fighting this curse isn't the priority. The question they will discover is "if" they can rid themselves of it before death takes them. Read as they traverse through the modern world of the supernatual.

In a world where reality is warped and blood stains the ground, the crash of a mysterious spaceship seventy years ago birthed a generation that knows only terror and despair. Anomalies have twisted the landscape into a living nightmare, where death is ever-present and the air is thick with the stench of decay. The survivors, born into this unforgiving hell, are driven by a desperate need to uncover the dark secrets of their origins. With every step, they delve deeper into a world shrouded in fog, where the line between life and death is razor-thin, and hope is a distant memory

Tanaka and Coco are one lucky married couple, they are childhood friends, they live close by, and their parents are close, and they are very happy for them to be together, their lives are set. One day, as Tanaka is going home, tired from handling a new task that was given to him by their higher-ups, all he wanted is to be with his wife and have her dinner and tea, and when he arrived home, he caught her with someone, but not with a man, but with a woman, kissing her intensely. What do you think Tanaka do? What will his reaction be? Read more and find out.

A missing body of a prince and a dead body of a Queen at the Royal party. Princess Hazel lost her mother at an early age and she grew up with a step mother who was heartless like his father. At a royal party she is framed for murder by princess Lama and princess Lydia who also thinks she is the one who sent intruders to attack her. This fueled up a war between five kingdoms who were in peace. let's find out who will save her and how

"Am I the one who killed all the heroes?!" This question haunted Fionn, a guide who awoke amidst a jumble of corpses scattered haphazardly within an ancient dungeon. The darkness and the stench of blood formed the backdrop as he made a startling discovery—a corpse that resembled him among the other victims. Shocked and confused, Fionn tried to convince himself that he wasn't the perpetrator of this massacre. He decided to escape the dungeon, adopting the identity of Fionn the Guide, hoping to find answers to the mystery that surrounded the place. Yet, the question of who he truly was and why he had awakened in this dungeon kept looming over him. With incomplete memories and inconsistent recollections, Fionn struggled to piece together the events that led to this catastrophe at every step he took.

The moonlight filtered through the large windows of Li Qiang's penthouse, casting a silvery glow over the room. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they both inhabited. Xin Yi stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the night sky, lost in thought. Li Qiang entered the room quietly, his presence commanding yet gentle. He approached her, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet. "Xin Yi," he called softly, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. She turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, Mr. Gou?" she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You don't have to call me that when we're alone," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Call me Li Qiang." Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat. She had seen him in his most ruthless moments, but this side of him was different—softer, almost tender. "Li Qiang," she repeated, the name feeling foreign yet familiar on her tongue. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, sending a shiver down her spine. "You've been through so much," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I see the strength in you, but I also see the pain." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "I have a mission," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't afford to be weak." Li Qiang cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that escaped. "Strength isn't about never breaking," he said softly. "It's about finding the courage to keep going, even when you're broken." For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of something neither could fully understand. Xin Yi felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to experience in a long time. Li Qiang leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "Let me be your strength," he whispered, his lips inches from hers. "Let me help you carry the weight." Xin Yi closed her eyes, her resolve wavering. She had come here for revenge, but in this moment, all she wanted was to lose herself in his embrace. She felt his lips brush against hers, a tentative, gentle kiss that spoke of promises and unspoken desires. She kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It was a kiss filled with longing and desperation, a silent plea for solace in a world filled with chaos. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "This changes nothing," Xin Yi said, her voice trembling. "I still have a mission." Li Qiang nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know," he replied. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to navigate this together." As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the lines between love and duty blurred, leaving them both wondering what the future held. Jang Xin Yi's world shattered the night her parents were brutally murdered. Consumed by vengeance, she infiltrates a ruthless mafia organization, posing as a bodyguard. Her mission: gather evidence and dismantle the syndicate from within. But her resolve wavers when she meets Li Qiang, the enigmatic and feared underboss. As she navigates this perilous world, Xin Yi is confronted with horrors that test her every step—the nauseating stench of death, gruesome torture chambers, and the brutal reality of Li Qiang’s actions. Despite the terror, Xin Yi remains determined to see her mission through. Will her thirst for revenge triumph, or will love and danger alter her path forever? Li Qiang commands respect through sheer terror. But when he hires a fearless martial artist who speaks her mind, his curiosity is piqued. Soon, he discovers the truth—his new bodyguard is a woman in disguise.

"Never fall alone." Taking those words to heart, was a young soldier. The battle stormed on as reinforcements from both sides arrived. Left and right, allies and enemies alike, fell. Before long, each side was exhausted; the atmosphere was moist in blood, and the air stenched of corpses. The young soldier shouted out in determination as he realized his allies were losing. The young soldier and fellow soldiers watched as his enemies shouted gleefully; reinforcements had come. The battle would not end to their liking. "For the kingdom!" A friendly soldier shouted. "For our friends!" Another voice screamed. "For our families!" One echoed. "For our lives!" One ended. Then, the chanting soldiers were plowed through, limbs dismembered, heads decapitated, and lives destroyed. But still, the young soldier stood strong; his sword was tall, and his spirit was wild.

~When dust turns to gold~ Following an invasion by a reptile-like species called Khalgora in the year 2043, humanity is forced to take a final stance in a gruesome confrontation that threatened it's existence into an apocalyptic demise. After decades of tactical execution of all its skills and resources man triumphs over beast. But only barely. With stenches of death and wails of suffering, the earth is left desolate, infertile with an atmosphere deteriorating at an alarming speed. The only habitat lies below. Year 2311. Welcome to STEM city. STEM (an abbreviation for ' Safe Territorially Erected Megalopolis'), is an underground Empire and home to the surviving earth inhabitants, sheltering them from the harsh conditions of the rubbled earth's surface. But even in this city where intellectual geniuses wheeled a minor underground refuge operation to a major megalopolis, slums existed. These slums like any other, are regions with insufficient supply of amenities from the Megalopolis' authority leading to hunger, suffocation and high rate of death by major lung diseases. Diana and her brother Axel are twin siblings who were born and brought up in these slums, lose everything but even in this great abyss of darkness, find a ray of hope, Polaris. Polaris academy is an institution erected by the collaboration of the major pillaring powers of STEM to raise potential superhumans in skills such as martial arts, elemental abilities, advanced sciences and much more, all to help in the exploration of the earth surface now being roamed by foreign beasts who pose a threat to the underground empire. In a world where the weak were preyed on and only the strong thrived, two poor kids with no background find themselves in this academy among astoundingly skilled minds from powerful families fighting for the same spot as them. Can they survive the competition and level up or will they return to the hell they came from? **** ~Excerpt ~ " Attention all factions, report to the portal station in an hour. A live Khalgora is loose in Flouresce, we need to contain it before any damage is done to civilians. Go!" The message set all students of Polaris in an uproar. **** What happens when humanity's mortal enemy is able to infiltrate this fortified empire? ---------------- A/N: cover obtained from the internet. All credits to the creator(s).

The Trial of the Guilty？ The Lie of the Divine？ Participant, Stellar Envoy, and Divine are about to make their appearance. The stench of decay pervaded every corner of the streets, and the blood-red sky showed no sign of blue. Place of Annihilation, the end is near.

Tattoo of Fate In a world where dragons are extinct and the kingdom above reigns with unchecked power, Kaida, a young orphan from the forsaken undercity, carries a secret that could change everything. Marked at birth with a glowing, mystical tattoo, she is the last living vessel of the Dragon God, the ancient and forgotten deity of the now-extinct dragons. For years, she has concealed her extraordinary power, knowing that if the Surface Kingdoms ever discovered it, she would become a weapon to be controlled—or worse, destroyed. Kaida’s life takes a tragic turn when her forbidden love, Elara, a noblewoman from the Surface, discovers the tattoo and the immense power Kaida harbors. Fearing its potential, Elara betrays Kaida, selling her to the rulers of the Surface. Now hunted by those who seek to use her for their own agendas, Kaida is thrust into a deadly game where every alliance is fragile, and every step could lead to her downfall. In her flight from the Surface Kingdoms, Kaida encounters Aeron, a fierce and principled warrior from the top side, who was once sent to capture her. Disillusioned by the corrupt kingdom she serves, Aeron defies her orders and chooses to protect Kaida instead. As their paths intertwine, Aeron becomes both a guardian and an unlikely companion, offering Kaida a chance at redemption and love after the betrayal that shattered her heart. But the Dragon God within Kaida is waking, and with it, a force far more dangerous than she ever imagined. As her powers grow, Kaida must decide whether to embrace her divine heritage, risking the return of dragons to a world unprepared for their wrath, or to destroy the tattoo, ending the God of Dragons’ influence and sealing her fate forever. Caught between loyalty and betrayal, power and self-doubt, Kaida’s journey is one of self-discovery, painful choices, and the search for love in a world that has never been kind to her. In a final, heart-wrenching decision, Kaida must choose: will she let the Dragon God reignite the flames of destruction, or will she defy the fate written in her very skin to protect those she loves? --- A/N:I had some help making this book(help in polishing my vocabulary with A.I), obviously i don't know how to use big words...so. yea. Every other thing is done by me. :) Iput in effort.

BL (Boys Love ) This is a quick transmigration story. A powerful pair of host and system they are on world hopping journey. A young man who is emotionless through this journey he will learn all human emotions and love. Zhao Yuan: "let's start our missions." System 999/COCO: "yes host." His soul is in despair due to pain and sufferings of the past lives in which he never found love and happy ending. The young man has given a chance to change his fate and repair his soul.

On his 17th Birthday, Lucatt finished his preperations to commit suicide. Leaving his family who hated him so dearly, Lucatt sat atop his schools roof. The place he loathed the most was the place where he would die. Taking his final breath, Lucatt jumped. Waking up seemingly unsathed, Lucatt's nose filled with a rotted stench as his surroundings had changed from a place of education, to a gore filled site.

How to Reincarnate?? "Okay, How? Sharon asked. 1. DIE!!! In a really Tragic Way, That even the Gods will feel Sorry for you. 2. Get OVER it and stop being a crybaby, BE a PROTAGONIST. Have you ever wondered what happens if a Naive Young lady (19BTW) gets killed, TRAGICALLY! And, how did she get killed you may ask, IDK. All i know is that she found a Book as old as time which has everyone's Fate planned out. Including hers? Yes. What happens if she got reincarnated, not just anywhere, but in a ... Zombie Apocalypse???

In a world of peace, a new substance was found, or to be more accurate a NEW ELEMENT. With space interference and a little knowledge from gods, will Elizabeth Ostrum and her family break Science, or will NASA beat 'em to it. (Don't judge, 'cause it's just my ideas 'tho)

Sharon's life took a drastic turn on her 18th birthday when she became an unwilling host to a mischievous ghost from a parallel universe. This bratty spirit shares her body, transforming her mundane existence. As Sharon navigates this surreal experience, her ghostly companion influences her decisions, altering her worldview. Unbeknownst to her parents, doctors and nonexistent friends, Sharon's dual consciousness brings unpredictable chaos. Her lifelong medical issues now intertwine with supernatural events. Her ghostly bodymate's antics push Sharon's sanity to the brink. As Sharon adapts, she discovers hidden strengths, embracing her new reality. Her otherworldly mindset attracts attention, drawing eccentric individuals and spiritual entities. Sharon's transformation propels her into leadership, altering her relationships and perceptions. With her ghostly companion's persistent meddling, Sharon faces numerous challenges: - Unpredictable decision-making influenced by her bodymate. - Navigating unnoticed possession amidst daily life. - Confronting doctors skeptical of her sanity. - Evading detection by those who would exploit her condition. - Balancing dual identities. As Sharon asserts control, she "levels up," unlocking potential. Spiritual awakening draws more entities, expanding her social circle: - Unlikely alliances with fellow supernatural hosts. - Guidance from enigmatic mentors. - Rivalries with malevolent forces. Sharon's global influence grows, attracting admirers, critics and eccentric disciples. Her transformation tests relationships, forcing her to confront: - Unwanted fame. - Responsibility for her actions. - Loyalty to her ghostly companion. - Self-discovery. Join Sharon's journey as she navigates shared consciousness, supernatural politics and self-empowerment.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Within a desolate realm, where discarded worlds were stitched together, a rupture tore open, releasing a small child into the fragmented expanse. Above him, the sky revealed three eerie moons, while an ominous black mass loomed ominously in their wake. Disoriented and engulfed by a putrid stench, the child awakened amidst a swamp, its twisted trees groaning under an oppressive haze. In the distance, the echoing caws of crows intensified the sense of foreboding. A haunting figure emerged, laboring behind a cart laden with lifeless bodies. Fear and confusion gripped the child's heart as he began to grapple with the enigma of his own existence. Who was he, and what dire fate led him to this grim landscape? The grinning figure drew closer, exacerbating the boy's terror. Unbeknownst to him, his journey would unveil a profound transformation—an ascent to become the embodiment of fear itself, or perhaps... a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.